AGENCY TAIWAN OFFICE - 0900 LOCAL
As you walk into the nondescript office building, the pleasant heat of the outside gives way to cooled air. The reception area looks normal enough, but that facade falls apart as you walk into the elevator. You turn your access key, given to you by the global Agency director, in the fire keyhole, and the elevator begins to descend. From the ground floor. It takes a good two or three minutes before the doors open, revealing a room full of diligently working analysts and a very large screen. An image of the world is displayed, with glowing red dots in various areas. It seems reminiscent of WarGames, really. A tall, pale Caucasian man approaches you. He has black hair, a hawkish nose, and, oddly enough, a British accent.
"Pleased to see you, Mr. Xing. I'm Director-well, ex-Director Masterson. I'm here to facilitate the handover, and answer any questions you might have. If you'll follow me, I'll show you to your office."
Masterson leads you down a long, tiled hallway. As the two of you walk, he starts talking again.
"We used to base this operation out of Hong Kong, you know. Was much easier cooperating with the British than the Reds, I must say! That's the reason I cultivated this accent, really. Has the added bonus of sounding sophisticated. We had to leave in '97 because the Chinese wouldn't allow an American secret facility on their soil. Truth is, we could have stayed, but we really needed the Chinese to cooperate with us. Ah. Here's your office."
You walk into a large, well-furnished room. An American flag hangs on the far wall, while the center of the room is occupied by a leather chair and glass desk combo. The sleek computer mounted on the desk practically hums with power.
"Welcome to your new home. That door over on the left leads through to your quarters. Not much there, I'm afraid - though there is a kitchen. If you don't know how to cook, you can have meals brought to your office. After all, this facility is relatively self-sufficient. Ah. And here's the real masterpiece. From this computer you can manage the entire Taiwan Office."
He pauses for a second, as if realizing that you haven't said a word, and then goes right back into his monologue.
"All of our aircraft fly out of Ching Chuan Kang Air Base, since it's the closest to our little office here in Taichung. Don't worry too much about penetrating Chinese airspace - we have the cooperation of their government, and also some of their dirty laundry in case they get tetchy. The Library is in a sub-basement of its own. Just get to floor -13, and bring someone else with a security key. It's like a bloody nuclear launch silo down there. So. That's the orientation! I'm sure your aide will be along shortly, but for the meantime you probably ought to log in and get a feel for things. Cheerio!"
He walks out the door, which slides shut behind him. You quickly sit down at the computer and log in.
AGENCY CONTROL SYSTEM
Username: GXing
Password: *******
ACCESS GRANTED
The computer flickers to life, revealing the control screen for the Agency.
Agency Alert Status: Yellow
DEFCON: 4
Taiwan Office
The War Room: Green
The Library: Green
Surface Office: Green
Personnel
48 combat agents
12 field agents
4 hacking teams
4 analyst teams
Transportation
6 Sikorsky UH-60 Black Hawks (Range: 1200 NM, 1380 M)
6 up-armored vans
2 private jets
Armory
Quantities unlisted, the armory is much larger than necessary.
Colt M4 carbines
Beretta M9s
Navy Mk. 14 EBRs
M249 LMG
C4
Current Alerts
Minor South Korean tabloid site headline: Americans Conspiring with UFOs to Reconnoiter North Korea
Accuracy level: High
Pakistani Newspaper, Islamabad: "Hellmouth" opens in America, swallows whole town
Accuracy level: High
Flyer recovered from Beijing street: Flight MH370 Destroyed by Tentacled Abomination
Accuracy level: Moderate
Vietnamese internet radio host: "Vietnamese officials are under CIA mind control!"
Accuracy level: Low
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