Equipment and IntelView OnlineInternational Security Section 9Equipment and Intel International Security Bureau Section 9 Equipment and information --Level 9 clearance required-- Section 9 is based out of the UN complex in New York City, they have three floors of the new ISB building, they also have a private garage and hangar. To the public and those not authorized, those floors are listed as storage and auxiliary space. Section 9 also has several safe houses in multiple nations, including the UK, France, Russia, Japan, Australia, Egypt, China, Israel, Denmark, South Africa, Brazil, Mexico. Section 9’s main mode of transportation is the XV-60 Spirit tiltrotor aircraft. The aircraft features radar absorbing material that renders it invisible to radar, it also has an experimental thermo-optical camouflage system, that will render the aircraft completely invisible while hovering for approximately 22 minutes. It can carry 20 personnel or 8 people and 4 Tachikoma multiped AI tanks. It can travel from New York City to Paris on a single tank of fuel. For defense purposes, it contains 1 chin mounted GUA-19 Multi Barreled machine gun. Section 9 also employs multiped AI tanks called Tachikomas, they have 4 independent legs and 2 arms. The legs contain wheels if speed or stealth is needed, but the main purpose of the legs is all terrain movement. The arms contain a 5.56X45mm NATO machinegun and three claws for physical manipulation of objects. They also contain several tow cable launchers, 2 on the back, 2 on each side and 2 on the front. Tachikoma’s also feature a main body hardpoint for a GUA-19 or 30mm Auto cannon. The Tachikoma also has three ‘heads’ each have three cameras that can access thermal or magnetic view modes. On the back of each Tachikoma is a pod where a user can either ride in or control it directly. The Tachikoma features a learning AI, so they may seem to be overly curious about things, but programing dictates that they follow orders. Their AI may also seem to behave like that of a small child, no reason or complaint has been made concerning this. To fill in the role of support staff Section 9 has several types of advanced gynoids that preform given tasks, such the Operators who preform research and cyber warfare tasks, they have individual AI but can link up as a parallel processor network. Next is the Overseers who preform the maintenance for most of Section 9's equipment including the Tachikomas. Lastly is the Protectors who provide the security to the floors Section 9 houses and the Garage and Hangar. No one knows why gynoids are used instead of androids or bioroids. It is expected that they are mostly eye candy for the chief but no one has the gal to call him out on it. Section 9 has access to Thermo-Optical Camouflage, which render the user completely invisible to the naked eye and thermal imaging. Few problems have been noted the most common is a faint shimmer given off if the wearer moves to fast. Section 9 operatives can be issued Multivision goggles that allow for Thermal optics, Night Vision and Magnetics. Section 9 can deploy heavy weapons to a situation if needed. They include the, Denel NTW-20 in 20x110mm, the M90 Anti-armor weapon system, M134 with chainsaw grip, Semtex explosive charges, and several MQ-3 Scryer Drones equipped with AGM-114 Hellfire missiles.
Chapter 1View OnlineInternational Security Section 9Chapter 1?/??/2030 ? New York City, UN Compound “This committee is gathered to determine the future, if any, of International Security Section 9.” ---------------------------------------------------Time Skip------------------------------------------------------ 3/13/2029 10:34 am EST New York City, UN Compound ISB Building, 13th floor An older looking man, with bright green eyes and silver gray hair, standing at six feet tall steps out of an elevator and walks down a hallway, several young women with red hair can be seen patrolling the hallway each are visibly armed with either a H&K M416 or a M1014 shotgun. As he continues down the hallway he passes a large window that overlooks a large garage like space where several light blue multiped AI tanks can be seen fighting over a can of natural oil. Several blonde women can also be seen trying to corral the tanks. The older man makes a right turn and enters a room full of brunette women methodically typing away at the keyboards in front of them. He continues through to the next room over where eight people are sitting around a large conference table. The man’s eye’s pass over each person at the table. On his right is Dan Grayson, Section 9’s field leader and second in command under the chief. He has black hair that frames his pale face and bright blue eyes. He stands at five foot ten inches, both of his legs and arms have been replaced with cybernetic prosthetics. He’s dressed in professional sense, with a white dress shirt, black dress pants and a black suit jacket he has buttoned up. Next on Dan’s right is Hassan, Section 9’s only full prosthetic. He has short cropped black hair, and chocolate brown eyes, his brownish tan skin contrasting against his white shirt and pants, he also wears a grey vest and black dress shoes. He stands at a tall six feet even, fairly tall for an Afghani. Next is Pat Marseille, Section 9’s tank and jack of all trades. Her black hair is cropped on top but hangs in a short ponytail in the back, her dark olive green eyes blend nicely with her tanned skin. She stands at five foot four inches, both her legs, arms and spine have been replaced with prosthetics, while her hip and shoulders have been reinforced with nanomachines and minor genetic enhancements for her bone strength. She is wearing a red button up coat with a white scarf over a red long sleeve shirt, with a black skirt and red leggings leading to her black and red shoes. On his left opposite of Dan, is Hana Akahoshi, Section 9’s lead hacker and authority on underground prosthetics and augments. Her long and shiny black hair is draped over her shoulders, her bright blue eyes which seem to glow slightly fit on her flawless face, lending well to her Japanese heritage. She stands at five foot six inches, both of legs and eyes along with her left arm have been replaced with prosthetics, she has modified her left arm with tougher materials and so it can take serious punishment. She is wearing a black and blue leather jacket with several japanese characters on the back, underneath that a white tank top, along with a pair of jeans and black boots. Next to her is Jacob Mctiernan, Section 9’s Heavy weapons expert. His cropped black hair connects with his light beard, he also has dark brown eyes. Standing at six foot even, he is almost fully prosthetic, with both of his arms, legs and most of his torso being replaced. He is wearing a black leather trench coat and dark blue jeans along with a brown fedora. Next is Nicholas Degtyaryov, Section 9’s sniper. He has brown hair and brown eyes that help his fair skin give him a forgetful appearance. Standing at six foot even, he only has his eyes replaced. He is wearing a dark grey hoodie, a Metallica t-shirt, blue jeans and black boots. Next is Leon “Andrew” Siles, Section 9’s cybernetics expert. He has short black hair and brown eyes along with a moustache and goatee combo that paired with his olive skin tone lend to his New York heritage. Standing at five foot six inches, he has a prosthetic left arm, left eye and spine. He is wearing a blue t-shirt and jeans with white running shoes and a black baseball cap. Lastly sitting on the other end of the table was Edwin Isaac Hansen, Section 9’s forensic scientist and investigator. He has brown hair that is spiked up in front, and brown eyes. He stands at five foot eleven inches, he has no prosthetics except the cyberbrain that everyone has. He is wearing a white button up with a black tie, a yellow vest and grey suit jacket along with blue jeans and brown shoes. “Alright listen what you are about to see is a video taken from a helmet camera during a raid on a convoy by Section 4, who were acting with intel gathered from Sections 3 and 5 about illegal weapons and drugs moving through Nicaragua for a cartel in Mexico.” Damien Hatten said as a video appeared from the center of the table. The video starts showing several Section 4 members with MSR rifles readying for an ambush. Four grey Escalades with two M35 supply trucks in between the four cars. The Section 4 members fired and killed the drivers of the Escalades forcing the first Escalade to flip on it’s side, the second to drive into a ditch, the third to slam into the back of the second M35, and the fourth to veer off road into a river. The video changes viewpoints to that of four other Section 4 members that quickly rush up and eliminate any survivors of the crash. Next they move to the M35s and enter the backs of them, in the first several large green munition cases can be seen stacked up along with a large metal box. In the second one several crates can be seen, one of the Section 4 members open’s a crate to reveal several Gynoids. Suddenly the Gynoids come online and attack the Section 4 members killing them. The remaining members engage and the Gynoids but fail to notice that the large metal case is emitting a ring tone of a cell phone. Suddenly a large explosion happens forcing the video to change viewpoints yet again back to the snipers who are currently fighting off several Gynoids. The video cuts off as another large explosion sets off, leaving only audio. Section 9 watches with horror as the screams of the Section 4 members could still be heard. Damien stops the video, and waits for everyone to gather themselves. “As you can see Gynoids appeared to be the main weapon or at least extra protection for it. As such this case has been transferred to us to find out where the Gynoids were going and coming from, and then put an end to it. As such I’m sending Edwin the video to analyse for clues and the rest of you are to run groundwork in this investigation. Don’t disappoint me or let the deaths of these men go unpunished, dismissed Section 9.” Damien said as stood up and left for his office. --------------------------------------------------Time Skip---------------------------------------- Sitting behind a desk, Hana is busy running down her contacts in the underworld to see if any of them know of illegal combat Gynoids or any shipments heading through Nicaragua to Mexican cartels. Suddenly her cell phone went off, looking at caller ID she noticed that is was one of her contacts. “Hey, Sam what do you got for me.” Hana said as she leaned back in her office chair, and began twirling a lock of her hair around her index finger. “I got some info on the shipment Gynoids, of the guys in the chain is seeking protection for info about about them. Last I heard he was going to some CIA guys in Benghazi, I suggest you grab him before the suits do.” Sam said in a hushed tone. At this Hana sat up straight and began writing the info down. “Thanks Sam, Remind me to buy you a drink next time I’m in Malta, gotta go Sam.” Hana said as she hung and stood to let Damien know so he could talk to CIA. She quickly moved to Damien’s office and knocked on his oak door. “Enter.” A voice from inside responded. Hana opened the door to see, Damien sitting behind his Bloodwood desk with a white haired Gynoid methodically massaging his shoulders and another rubbing his temples. Hana stopped mid stride not expecting to see the chief receiving a massage from Gynoids, but then again it was better than what someone would expect with seeing how he eyeballs the Gynoids throughout Section 9. “Uh, Sir, I’ve received some information on the Gynoids.” She said while standing in front of his desk. Without looking at her he motioned for her to continue. “Well sir it seems one one of the men involved in the selling is heading to CIA for protection in exchange for information, he is currently in Benghazi.” Hana said clearly so that the chief can understand her fully. Damien seemed to deflate slightly at the mention of the CIA, he held his hand up to signal for the Gynoids to stop their actions. He sat up and looked at Hana with a tired look. “Do you trust your contact?” He asked, when she nodded he hit a button on his desk phone. “Grayson, prepare a ground team and a support team for travel you’ll be briefed in transit.” He hung up without a response and looked at Hana and said “I would go get ready if I were you.” With that Hana left, Damien slammed his head against his open palms. “The fucking CIA, great that’s at least a week’s worth of headaches.” He lifted his head started to unbutton his jacket and said “Alright I need the works ladies.” ----------------------------------------------------------Time Skip------------------------------------------------ A sleek gray tiltrotor aircraft can be seen flying over the Atlantic ocean. Inside several people can be seen sitting in civilian clothes. “Alright, thanks to Akahoshi we have a lead on one of the suppliers of the Gynoids, he’s in Benghazi, we’ve tracked his location down to a CIA safehouse. Your objective is to grab him and take him to our safehouse in Egypt and find out what he knows. There will be two teams the grab team is Hassan, Grayson, and Marseille, Support team is Mctiernan, Degtyaryov and Akahoshi. You all are to wear civilian clothes, grab team you guys just get your EDCs, Mctiernan pack a M32 with smoke shells, Degtyaryov grab your SRS, Akahoshi your driving the van we ready for you. You will be landing at the Benina International Airport, under the cover of a private cement manufacturing company. Good luck out there.” Damien cut the line once his briefing was finished.
Chapter 2View OnlineInternational Security Section 9Chapter 2?/??/2030 ? New York City, UN Compound “As of this time, warrants for the arrests of all International Security Section 9 members have been made, with instructions to shoot to kill if they resist.” ----------------------------------------------------------Time Skip------------------------------------------------------- 3/13/2029 1:36 pm Local time Benghazi, Libya Jenehein Market Through the crowded streets two white pickup trucks stop in front of a tenement building, a little more than a dozen men armed with AK-47s storm the building and gunshots can be heard resonating from within. On a rooftop across the crowded market, two men can be seen. First is Nicholas Degtyaryov who pulls out his SRS, a bolt action bullpup sniper rifle with a six times short range optic and suppressor. As he sets up Jacob Mctiernan opens a case and retrieves his M32 Milkor, a six shot revolver style grenade launcher, and starts to load M651 CS gas shells. “Shit, boss looks like the locals beat us here.” Nicholas said through the cyber communications. Beneath the two men on street, three figures exit a puke green panel van, that then parks in a nearby alley way. The three figures then begin to walk towards the tenement building, weaving their way through the crowd. “Roger, we’ll enter through one of the side entrances. Keep us apprised of the situation outside. Hana, what room was the target in again.” Dan Grayson said as he continued towards the alley where a service door for the building can be seen. “Room 35A, inside should also be two spooks along with him.” Hana Akahoshi said as turned off the van. The three figures reach the door, and surprisingly find it unlocked. Once inside they all draw their sidearms, and approach the stairway. The figures can now be easily identified if someone were to notice them. Standing their is Dan Grayson, dressed in a brown shirt and black windbreaker who has drawn his Beretta 90two. Hassan, dressed in normal attire, who is carrying his Beretta M9 and finally Pat Marseille, who preferred to not change her clothing, withdrew her massive John Ross/Performance Center 5" .500 S&W Magnum, which got her some looks from her teammates who were questioning her need something so big and whether or not it was compensating. They quietly made their way up the stairs, as they reached the correct floor they could hear pain filled screaming of either a young woman or a poor man who just got his balls alligator clamped. Ahead of them was a single gunman who was not paying attention and was curiously looking through the contents of a spilled suitcase. With a flick of his wrist Hassan had produced an Extrema Ratio Fulcrum quickly shoved the straight into the base of the gunman’s skull and twisted the blade a bit to ensure he was dead. Hassan wiped the blood off the blade on the body of the gunman, the team reached the door of the room the target was said to be in. Dan nodded at Pat who simply punched the wooden open, which resulted in it being reduced to splinters. They quickly entered, Pat shot the first gunman who was recovering from the door’s splinters, her shot knocked him back against the wall with a massive bloody hole where his face should be, her shot apparently having also pierce the thin wall hit another gunman who was busy using the shitter. Dan entered next and shot two gunman to the right of the door, and Hassan entered and shot the gunman holding a pair of alligator clamps and another who was on a cell phone. With the action over, they could look over the scene in front of them, two men were strapped down to chairs, one with knife sticking out of his neck and the other with his pants down and feet in a bucket of water. The one man who was enjoying a treatment of shock therapy looked at the team with shock and confusion on his face. “You’re here to save me?” He asked, his question was answered when Pat went over and cut him loose of his bindings. “Holy shit you are here to save me.” After he said that Pat roughly grabbed his arm to lift him out of the chair. He stumbled a bit but quickly righted himself. He remained still for a bit staring in shock at his rescue team. “Hey dipshit, focus, pull pants up we’re leaving, Pat make sure he doesn’t stray.” Dan said as he and Hassan moved through the blown out door. “We have the package, but the local spooks are dead. We’re moving back out the way we came in.” “Hold on, we got a lot more locals pulling up, and they looked pissed. Better gear too, looks like F2000s, Scars, and actual body armor.” Nicholas informed. Multiple gunshots and screams could be heard coming from outside the tenement building. “Oh shit, these guys just started firing into the crowd, who ever they are they don’t like witnesses.” Nicholas explained, “Looks like they’re getting ready to breach the building, permission to engage them?” As that was said an explosion sounded from the ground floor and even more gunshots can be heard. “Wait for my signal, Jacob launch your CS gas around the front of the building, Nicholas start engaging if they aren’t affected by it.” Dan ordered as the team and the target started moving towards the end of the hallway where a balcony was. They quickly made their way to the balcony, “Now!” Dan quickly ordered. Jacob popped up from the rooftop and began launching CS gas into the street, while some of the men below were affected others were not, so Nicholas began shooting at them. “Let’s go, jump and run for the van!” Dan said he took a flying leap off the balcony to the gas filled street below. Hassan quickly jumped after with no qualms, it wasn’t it was Pat and the target’s turn was there some hesitation. Pat looked at the target to ascern as to why he wasn’t jumping. “Are you fucking kidding me, that’s at least a twenty foot drop and the place is filled with some kind of gas!” The target exclaimed. His complaints were noted, but not cared for as Pat grabbed him and jumped off herself into the cloud of gas. As the team was running for the van several of the armed men began shooting at them. Once they entered the van, Hana stepped on the gas pedal. The puke green van began speeding off towards Benina International Airport. As the van was leaving Nicholas and Jacob packed up, and left heading for the motorcycle they had stashed nearby for a quick exfil. They hopped on the cheap red dirt bike, with Jacob having to ride bitch, to which he complained. “We’re clear boss, heading for the Spirit.” Nicholas said while swerving through the traffic. “Got it, good work back there, we’ll see ya soon.” Dan replied as Pat put cuffs and a black hood over his head. “No injuries guys, we all good?” “I’m, fine just a few scratches.” Pat replied as she tucked her hand cannon away. “I took a few rounds, nothing serious.” Hassan replied as stared at the holes in his right shoulder. “Well, I’m not! First I’m being tortured next I’m being manhandled by lady frankenstein and her crazy strong grip, like really the fuck did you eat growing up. Then I’m being shot at while pulled through some kind of tear gas! And the Gitmo treatment, I thought you were there to save me not kill me!” the target complained. “Shut up if we wanted you dead you’d be a red mist on the street. Besides I could also have you gagged and hogtied if you don’t like your accommodations?” Dan said with a flat voice. “I’ll shut then.” the target meekly replied. “Hey Chief we got him, heading back to the Spirit then to the Cairo safehouse for the interrogation, no serious injuries.” Dan reported back to Damien. “Good, contact me when you have the information from him, also I’m taking the leash off, have some fun getting the info.” Damien said.
Chapter 3View OnlineInternational Security Section 9Chapter 3?/??/2030 ? ? “It was at that moment I knew we had either fucked up or had been thrown under the bus. And we don’t fuck up.” 3/13/2029 6:38 PM Local time Cairo, Egypt Section 9 Safehouse Inside a garage a man was tied to chair, had his pants around his ankles and was wearing a black bag over his head. On the other side of the room was Dan, Pat, and Hana, discussing among themselves about the target. “His name is Audrey Kobin, he sells everything from knock off movies to multiped tanks and everything inbetween.” Hana said briefing the others while she continued to find more information on Audrey. As she finished, Jacob entered the room and placed a grey tool bag on the table next to Audrey. “Here ya go, everything you asked for is in there, also we got some killer shawarma from a little hole in wall a few streets overs, if you guys want any.” Jacob said Audrey’s head popped up at the mention of shawarma, “Hey, can I get some shawarma?” he asked. Pat went over and smacked his head slightly, Audrey visibly shrank from the hit. “Anyway Hassan is also getting his shoulder stitched up, if you need anything we’ll be out there.” Jacob said as he left the room. With roll of his neck Dan walked in front of Audrey and nodded at Pat who removed his black hood. Audrey slammed his eyes shut at the lights in the room. “Audrey, focus, now, you’re going to tell us who sold the Gynoids, who bought them, their destination, and what they were guarding.” Dan said staring right at Audrey. “Fuck yeah I’ll tell ya what I know.” Audrey said. Dan shook his head, and nodded at Pat who walked in front of Audrey and opened the tool bag and removed an old glass rectal thermometer, two rubber bands, and a framing hammer. Dan looked at Audrey, “You’re supposed to tell me what the answers to what I asked not what you know.” Dan said as he snapped his fingers. “W-what you doing!?” Audrey asked. Pat kneeled in front of Audrey and picked up the rectal thermometer and began to violently shove the thermometer into his urethra. Audrey loudly screamed out in pain, Pat ignored him as she wrapped the rubber bands around his penis ensuring the thermometer would stay in place. “Audrey, who sold the gynoids?” Dan asked. Audrey was shaking, but still answered, “I don’t know, they came to me from Africa, and I put them on a ship heading for Argentina!” He answered hoping that they’d remove the thermometer. “What was the name of the ship you put them on?” Dan asked. “The Cadenza, it was the Cadenza.” he answered. “What else was with them? Any modifications to the gynoids?” Dan asked. “I don’t know, a large green container about as big frankenstein here.” Audrey said nodding towards Pat. “What else Audrey? Who paid you?” Dan questioned further. “Nothing else, I got it through my contacts, but they’re all dead by now if what was sent for me was tying off loose ends.” “Who’s your contact? I want names Audrey.” Dan demanded. “I told you what I knew now let me go!” Audrey shouted while he struggled against his binds. Dan snapped his fingers again, with that Pat grabbed the framing hammer and slammed it down against Audrey’s penis, shattering the thermometer inside. Audrey screamed in pain for a good thirty seconds. “Talk already, god damn save yourself from some pain.” Dan said with a small hint of glee in his voice. “Her name is Anna Grimsdottir, happy?” Audrey said with a very quiet and slightly higher voice. Dan looked over at Hana who gave him a thumbs up. “Very happy Audrey, now then Pat feel free to have some fun with him those comments he made.” Dan said as he and Hana walked out of the room. Pat looked at Audrey with chesire grin as the door shut all that could be heard was screams. In the other room, Dan contacted Damien through cyber comms. “Chief, we got the name of the ship that the gynoids traveled in, it’s the Cadenza. We also got a name for Audrey’s contact that gave him the info,an Anna Grimsdottir.” Dan said as he grabbed himself some shawarma. “Okay I’ll get Edwin on the ship, also bad news that contact’s apparently dead, french authorities found her dead in her hotel room. Get back her by tomorrow morning.” Damien said as he ended the connection. Dan shook his head at the news of one lead being a dead end already. “Alright we have to be back at HQ by tomorrow, so we’ll rest here while the Spirit refuels and leave before sunrise, sync.” “Sync.” Everyone replied.
