by thefalloutfan101 » Mon Mar 19, 2018 3:40 am
Ministry of Defense Building, Rodshyadam, Chadonia, Trigunia
10:30 PM, 30th December 4364
Alexei Kunetzov, now 22, had finally found the communist resistance group just a few short months when he vowed to meet them those three years ago. He learned that their name was the Red Hand, and that they were indeed behind the metro explosion. He had took time to prove himself, and now they trusted him with high risk missions. They had assigned him with stealing files, both digital and physical, from the Ministry of Defense Building in the heart of Rodshyadam. They were mainly for the purpose of aiding their members who had infiltrated the military and to exploit weaknesses, to further chip away at the monarchists. They were certainly detailed about the whole affair, giving him false papers and a uniform. He now assumed the identity of Leonid Andreyevich, a 27 year old Junior Lieutenant who was soon to be transferred to the building, mainly to oversee their databases. They had "taken care" of the young junior officer, ensuring that he wasn't seen by the others at the place to ensure that Alexei wouldn't be caught. The Red Hand had given him a plastic identity card and a lanyard that he needed to enter the building. The forgery was certainly top notch, practically the real thing to an amateur. He was driven to the place by a contact, simply known to him as "Yuri", and dropped off at the front. He now stood before the monstrous building, an enormous creation of concrete, subdued by a line of decorative trees. Pine, he reckoned. He put on the lanyard, straightened out his service uniform, and began walking towards the entrance. He carried with him two items to do the deed, concealed in a service jacket, a piece of his disguise and mainly to keep the cold from biting at him. One item was a USB stick that when connected, would overheat every single one of the CPU's in their server farm, causing a massive shortout, dealing a deadly blow to the Trigunian Army's intelligence. Another was a 1 terabyte hard drive to copy vital intelligence to the Red Hand's operatives in the military, special made so it could be easily snuck in, even past the receptionist. He opened the door and was met by a surprisingly lavish foyer. "Bourgeois decadence," He thought. "I just want to get this over with." The Red Hand told him exactly what to do at least five times now, so it was practically routine for him. He approached the main desk, informed the guard that he was Leonid Andreyevich, and the man at the desk glanced at his ID, called another guard, who began escorting him to the server farm. "Ah, Junior Lieutenant Andreyevich, welcome. We were expecting you for quite some time now! The previous overseer had retired due to health concerns so our server farm's been mostly run by a skeleton crew. Come, I'll escort you." He was then ushered in an elevator and had to spend time engaged in awkward small talk between him and the escort. Due to the New Years Eve preparations, the building was considerably short staffed, even for a night crew, which was already small. This was a blessing to Kunetzov. He reckoned the mission would likely take an hour. He spoke to the escort that he had been summoned to inspect the server farm, giving him cover to disappear for awhile. "Well, here we are. I hope your inspection doesn't uncover any problems with the equipment. It is top notch, you see. You can thank the Tsar for keeping our military in tip top shape!" The escort beamed. "We shall see," Kunetzov said. "Technology is an unpredictable mistress." He said, with a chuckle. He and the escort parted ways, and he opened the door.
The young man was hit by a blast of cold air. This was certainly it. He had reached the server farm. He grabbed a piece of paper, wrote "INSPECTION IN PROGRESS", in all capitals on it, grabbed some tape from inside a desk, and taped it to the door, and then promptly locked it. He then immediately went to work, using a computer at the far end of the room to begin perusing files. They told him that they mainly needed information on the General Staff of the Trigunian Army, as well as weapon caches, so that their operatives could secure them when a revolution was carried out. An event that was likely inevitable, in the Red Hand's eyes. He noticed that there was small water cooler not far from the desk. He poured himself a paper cup's worth. "Certainly going to need it, with all the searching I'm likely to be doing." He opened up a window on the computer and began using specific search terms given to him by his contact, Yuri. Sure enough, he found them. Seeing as he'd likely need to copy the entire section, he attached the 1 terabyte hard drive by way of a USB cable that he found inside the desk, and began copying. The minutes went by, and after glancing at a clock on the wall for the umpteenth time, he finally finished the work. He safely ejected the hard drive and returned the USB cable to the desk. He slipped it into his pocket and was about to use the special USB he had been given, but he had been interrupted by the sound of a knock at the door. His face grew pale, and his palms began to sweat, despite the cold temperatures in the room. A voice called for him. It was the escort. "Hello? Mr. Andreyevich? Are you there? It's been an hour. Something wrong with the servers?" He poured more water from the water cooler and gulped it down nervously. "The inspection is nearly finished. It should only be another 10 minutes. You can head back down, and I'll meet you in the lobby." He paced back and forth around the room, pretending to do something to eat up the 10 minutes he promised to the escort. When his time was up, he plugged the USB into one of the servers and promptly ran for the door, unlocked it, and ripped off the paper he had placed there. He had about 30 seconds before sparks started flying. In his time there, he also collected a red folder that he brought with him. Secretly, it was some of the physical files they asked him to steal, but when asked what they were to the escort, he informed him that they were merely data printouts. He took the elevator down, noticing that the lights flickered. The deed must've been done. He gave a brief goodbye to both the receptionist and the escort and left the building into the cold once again. He saw Yuri parked near the road, smoking a cigarette. He was also in uniform. "Now, that wasn't hard, was it?" He said, after blowing smoke out into the wind. "If you call awkward small talk in an elevator hard, then I can't wait for what you give me next." Kunetzov said, with a smirk. "Ah, knock it off. C'mon, let's go." He extinguished the cigarette on the sidewalk and they entered the car, disappearing into the snowy night.
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