[HEADING=1]The Agency; The Super Secret Spy RP[/HEADING]
October, 201X, London
"The Agency", 5:20 P.M.
A Week From Mission Five Stars
Among the tall and impressive buildings of London lay a smaller and much less impressive building. Appearing to be nothing but a simple call centre with the purpose of being both cheap and simple, giving people the information they need with a simple phone-call, it wasn't anything to take note of. For most, it was a normal work-place, they would come in, take phone-calls, look up information and numbers, then return home to their families. However the elevator went down for certain people, leading them to a door with nothing but a camera, a key-card lock, and an eye-scanner.
The Agency was hidden under this building, and its windowless rooms were well lit and often white in colour, giving them a sterile and clean look. Scattered around were computers, files and chairs, organized, but plentiful. One of the rooms, a large room with a round table and around 20 chairs, were currently in use by not even half that number. They had been called there not long ago by the man often referred to as "The Boss" or "Maestro". The man appeared to be in his late fifties, and had almost completely white hair and a preference for old fashioned suits.
Making sure that everyone was there, he started speaking in an authoritative voice.
"You all should know why you are here. A few days ago you were individually given a short document describing this mission."
The few details he had given sprung to mind as he spoke, a famous luxury hotel in the wealthier parts of London. The client wanted information that the hotel was supposed to have, as well as that from several important people. The day they were to strike would be a conference, Saturday a week from this day. No names or locations had been included in the document in order to prevent any possible leaks.
"I do believe that you understand just what you are to do. Get inside, get the information, and leave, without leaving a trail for anyone to follow. This document contains the information we have on it. We also have a man on the inside, Simon Jones, who cannot be here in person, but will speaking from his current place of residence."
He placed a more satisfying folder of documents in the middle of them, and checked his watch, turning on the screen in the room. The screen was dark at first, then Simon appeared on the screen, looking as if he was wondering if it worked, then smiling.
"Oh, hello, I was wondering if this old thing was going to work."
"Jones here is going to fill you in on what he knows."
"I will? Right, I was supposed to--- give me a moment."
He left the picture for a moment, and appeared again, holding a folder on his own.
"As soon as you're ready then."
The Boss nodded and went towards the door.
"I assume there are no questions. You are not allowed to leave until you have a plan."
Then he left the room leaving them to it.
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Simon Jones, [Location Unknown]
Simon examined the group in the room through the camera. He knew pretty much everyone in the Agency, so they weren't strangers. Not that such a thing would matter to him. He smiled again as the Boss left the room, and started looking through the folder.
"Anyways, I bet you're dying to know just where the target is, right?! It's the Pink Diamond Hotel, the hotel in this picture!"
he showed a picture of it, a large white hotel in the middle of London known for its size and high quality service. Simon hadn't been sure how to approach it at first, but it had soon proven to be quite the nice job, even working as a guard was very different from working as a guard somewhere else. Working there for one and a half month had seemed like a lot less time.
"The client provided the Agency with information pointing towards illegal activities including trading, smuggling and blackmail. Of course, that's not the reason that's our target. We're not the police, after all! What the client wants is information that the hotel have. There's a list here, but---"
He noticed the documents that the Boss had left behind.
Well, that makes things easier for me.
"Oh, nevermind, you can read that yourself, it's basically a more detailed list of just what they want. Getting more, of course, would probably provide us with a bonus, and what kind of secret agents would ignore the chance to get a bonus?!"
Simon chuckled, and looked further through his own folder. There was a lot of information there that was either irrelevant or just plainly uninteresting. Besides, they'd read the document on their own. He picked out the more important things from the documents.
"Let's see... there's also the conference, but that kind of thing is obvious. Politicians have conferences all the time, and the client believes some of the politicians is using the stay at the hotel as an opportunity to do business of sorts with the hotel without seeming suspicious. I do not, sadly, have the knowledge of where they would stay, I haven't had an opportunity to look through their databases. As for what I have uncovered..."
Hm, what had he even uncovered? Oh, right. Simon put the folder down.
"Firstly, the layout of the hotel is odd. It feels like it should be larger on the inside, but the number of rooms feel odd to me. There's a bunch of rooms I'm not allowed to access either. I suspect there's hidden rooms, but I have no information about whether or not this is true... I also did not manage to get ahold of a blueprint or a map of the hotel, there's is nothing of the sorts here. I even tried to say that I get really quickly disoriented!"
He tilted his head, and shrugged.
"Didn't work, though. There has to exist blueprints somewhere, the government should have access to them... On the other hand, I've managed to infiltrate the guards completely! I even mentioned, casually, that I might have a friend whose interested in working here, and they said that there's a spot open among the cleaning staff! If we're going to access individual rooms, that could be really useful!"
Barely waiting for their reactions, he continued.
"Oh, almost forgot, the food here is really good! There's a chef that makes food for the staff alone! If it's needed, I can slip something into it before the conference, sleeping pills or something, would probably loosen up the security around here, make it easier to move around and such!"
He grinned, eagerly. "So? What do you think? Do you want me to do that?"
October, 201X, London
"The Agency", 5:20 P.M.
A Week From Mission Five Stars
Among the tall and impressive buildings of London lay a smaller and much less impressive building. Appearing to be nothing but a simple call centre with the purpose of being both cheap and simple, giving people the information they need with a simple phone-call, it wasn't anything to take note of. For most, it was a normal work-place, they would come in, take phone-calls, look up information and numbers, then return home to their families. However the elevator went down for certain people, leading them to a door with nothing but a camera, a key-card lock, and an eye-scanner.
The Agency was hidden under this building, and its windowless rooms were well lit and often white in colour, giving them a sterile and clean look. Scattered around were computers, files and chairs, organized, but plentiful. One of the rooms, a large room with a round table and around 20 chairs, were currently in use by not even half that number. They had been called there not long ago by the man often referred to as "The Boss" or "Maestro". The man appeared to be in his late fifties, and had almost completely white hair and a preference for old fashioned suits.
Making sure that everyone was there, he started speaking in an authoritative voice.
"You all should know why you are here. A few days ago you were individually given a short document describing this mission."
The few details he had given sprung to mind as he spoke, a famous luxury hotel in the wealthier parts of London. The client wanted information that the hotel was supposed to have, as well as that from several important people. The day they were to strike would be a conference, Saturday a week from this day. No names or locations had been included in the document in order to prevent any possible leaks.
"I do believe that you understand just what you are to do. Get inside, get the information, and leave, without leaving a trail for anyone to follow. This document contains the information we have on it. We also have a man on the inside, Simon Jones, who cannot be here in person, but will speaking from his current place of residence."
He placed a more satisfying folder of documents in the middle of them, and checked his watch, turning on the screen in the room. The screen was dark at first, then Simon appeared on the screen, looking as if he was wondering if it worked, then smiling.
"Oh, hello, I was wondering if this old thing was going to work."
"Jones here is going to fill you in on what he knows."
"I will? Right, I was supposed to--- give me a moment."
He left the picture for a moment, and appeared again, holding a folder on his own.
"As soon as you're ready then."
The Boss nodded and went towards the door.
"I assume there are no questions. You are not allowed to leave until you have a plan."
Then he left the room leaving them to it.
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Simon Jones, [Location Unknown]
Simon examined the group in the room through the camera. He knew pretty much everyone in the Agency, so they weren't strangers. Not that such a thing would matter to him. He smiled again as the Boss left the room, and started looking through the folder.
"Anyways, I bet you're dying to know just where the target is, right?! It's the Pink Diamond Hotel, the hotel in this picture!"
he showed a picture of it, a large white hotel in the middle of London known for its size and high quality service. Simon hadn't been sure how to approach it at first, but it had soon proven to be quite the nice job, even working as a guard was very different from working as a guard somewhere else. Working there for one and a half month had seemed like a lot less time.
"The client provided the Agency with information pointing towards illegal activities including trading, smuggling and blackmail. Of course, that's not the reason that's our target. We're not the police, after all! What the client wants is information that the hotel have. There's a list here, but---"
He noticed the documents that the Boss had left behind.
Well, that makes things easier for me.
"Oh, nevermind, you can read that yourself, it's basically a more detailed list of just what they want. Getting more, of course, would probably provide us with a bonus, and what kind of secret agents would ignore the chance to get a bonus?!"
Simon chuckled, and looked further through his own folder. There was a lot of information there that was either irrelevant or just plainly uninteresting. Besides, they'd read the document on their own. He picked out the more important things from the documents.
"Let's see... there's also the conference, but that kind of thing is obvious. Politicians have conferences all the time, and the client believes some of the politicians is using the stay at the hotel as an opportunity to do business of sorts with the hotel without seeming suspicious. I do not, sadly, have the knowledge of where they would stay, I haven't had an opportunity to look through their databases. As for what I have uncovered..."
Hm, what had he even uncovered? Oh, right. Simon put the folder down.
"Firstly, the layout of the hotel is odd. It feels like it should be larger on the inside, but the number of rooms feel odd to me. There's a bunch of rooms I'm not allowed to access either. I suspect there's hidden rooms, but I have no information about whether or not this is true... I also did not manage to get ahold of a blueprint or a map of the hotel, there's is nothing of the sorts here. I even tried to say that I get really quickly disoriented!"
He tilted his head, and shrugged.
"Didn't work, though. There has to exist blueprints somewhere, the government should have access to them... On the other hand, I've managed to infiltrate the guards completely! I even mentioned, casually, that I might have a friend whose interested in working here, and they said that there's a spot open among the cleaning staff! If we're going to access individual rooms, that could be really useful!"
Barely waiting for their reactions, he continued.
"Oh, almost forgot, the food here is really good! There's a chef that makes food for the staff alone! If it's needed, I can slip something into it before the conference, sleeping pills or something, would probably loosen up the security around here, make it easier to move around and such!"
He grinned, eagerly. "So? What do you think? Do you want me to do that?"
