A what a strange assignment this is. He thought while reading its documents, laying on his chair as the encrypted words were loading on his computer screen, he couldn’t give the luxury of being distracted now. Once the message is sent, he had 10 minutes to read it before it’s deleted from all systems. It reads:
Target : Anaís Faure de Graeff // Age : 19 // Last-Seen Location: Volos,Greece // Blood type : B +
The target has leaked important info from the agency, govern classified documents and issues, inciting social chaos and investigation, bringing up suspicion to the masses and troubling former and current missions internationally. Your objective is to neutralize target and erase content from social media passively.”
Makus gave a sigh, not too complicated but it required a different type of strategy he was used to, a bit of lockpicking skills, intimidation and perhaps a bit of charm. Did it say 19? How come someone so young is being enough prejudicial to the point of requiring an agent to take her down? He didn’t question, the sooner he finished it the better. Markus lost no time into investigating his new target, the agency provided the necessary info.
He opened a link which led to a site called: The Vertigo Blog
The agent gave a long chuckle, it seemed so teen-cheesy aesthetically, that “underground” vibe modern media vainglory so much. But the content was indeed “dangerous”. Whoever this Faure was, she did her homework...she did her homework too well.It was daring, it held no censure, the conspirational theories held perfect logic, mainstream and hidden scandals, classified documents and topics not even the most important news and journals dared to talk about. Now he understood what he was dealing with.
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It was dark, raining lightly in the Greek city of Volos. His target entered the flat, apparently happy, the reason is yet unknown. She quickly drops her bag on the floor and reached for her computer on top of the bed, before she could even turn it on, he turned on the lampshade, turning the armchair he was sitting on. The chair was in a dark corner, turned towards the window, someone unsuspicious would easily ignore, like she did.
“Busy day, Miss Faure? Before you continue I advise you to put the pc down. We need to talk.”
