» Tue May 04, 2010 3:13 am Prologue
The room was seemingly empty, except for the dim light from the tip of a cigarette. The figures body was unable to be seen in the pitch black darkness of the room. The light being given off by the cigarette glowed against the figures face, revealing a man. His face was tired and grim, he had been on the stake out for five days straight, and nothing had happened. The small optical camera before him, rested on a tripod to keep it stable as he peered through it from time to time, looking at the room three floors up, and five across the from left of the hotel. Inside was his target suspect, but he had no way of getting any information besides the photos he took.
As the man sat silently breathing in his cigarette, the sounds of the city were alive below. Taxies, buses, and cars of different types drove along. Time Square was alive with lights, but luckily none of those lights shown in the direction of the cloaked figure. He sat checking through the camera every five or so minutes, wondering when his target would arrive. The target had left an hour ago, and since then had not been seen.
The cloaked figure had sent a tail, but the tail had lost the target in the chaos that was Manhattan streets. All the cloaked figure could do was wait, and wait some more for his target to return. He sat relaxed and ready, his cigarette lightly burning in the darkness when the sound of a car pulled up in front of the targets building.
Quickly, the figure pointed the camera towards the car. None of the occupants got out, but talked for a moment. The cloaked figure watched, zooming in with his camera. The light from Time Square shimmered on a large gold ring. The room became ecstatic with anticipation from the cloaked figure as a man stepped out, unknowingly revealing his face to the cloaked figure. He smile and waved to the other people in the car before walking inside the building, and the cloaked figure quickly snapping some shots. The man smiled as he knew the man on the street was his target.
Not before long, the figure had made his way up to the room; and sat on the bed watching the latest news reports. The cloaked figure smile some more, snapping picture after picture. He looked around for a moment before reaching in the dark for a small walkie-talkie.
"Team Seven, prepare to make your introduction." The cloaked figure said in a calm deep voice.
"Roger that Eagle, our introduction will be on your order." A woman's voice replied before the walkie-talkie went dead with static. The figure returned to the camera, looking at the man as he continued to rest on his bed, watching the television. Along the roof and in the alleyways, the cloaked figure could see Team Seven moving into position. They were armed with small sub machine-guns; and black Kevlar vests.
As the cloaked figure finished his cigarette, Team Seven was already in position. The man grabbed the walkie-talkie, and slowly brought it to his mouth as he exhaled the smoke. His eyes focused through the camera as he spied on the man in the room.
"Team Seven, your introduction is a go."
Suddenly the door of the targets room fell to the ground, Team Seven quickly rushing in as the man on the bed shot up, trying to get away; but was quickly put down on the ground by some of the team members. A woman walked over to the window, not looking in any particular direction as the target was handcuffed and taken out of the room.
"The target is ready, Eagle." The woman said; her long blonde hair a bit messy from rushing into the room. The cloaked figure smiled, snapping a photo of her before replying.
"Thank you, I'll be there shortly." The cloaked figure said shutting the blinds and gathering his camera equipment. It was all placed in nicely set depressions inside a small suitcase. The man smiled, and got another cigarette out of his long coat before closing the door behind him. He walked to the building across the street, his target had been capture alive; and now the show was to begin.
As the door that lay on the floor, the cloaked figure entered. He was no longer cloaked by the darkness; but was open for everyone to see. His short black messy hair seemed stale and frizzed, Team Seven looked at him as two of the team member finished tying the target to a little wooden chair. The target was safely secured to the chair, so the man had no reason to stand back.
"Look at me." The man said taking a drag off his cigarette. Team Seven moved out of his way, clearing out as they left the man and his target alone. "Look at me!" The man said in a raised tone, this time irritated.
"What do you want? Come to beat down on a Chinese immigrant?" The target said looking up, his lip was cut, and blood had run down his chin a bit.
"No, but I know who your contacts are. And I need your help getting me to them. Understand what I'm saying?"
"Sure, but I don't have any contacts." The Chinaman said grunting a bit as he tried to loosen the restraints. The man just stared and grabbed another chair, sitting on it backwards; his arms resting on the back. He pulled the cigarette from his mouth, squinting at the Chinaman as he did.
"My name is Agent Burns, and I know everything about you Wu." The Chinaman looked up shocked as Agent Burns returned the cigarette to his lips, and took another drag. "I know your a Chinese immigrant. But you've gotten yourself caught up in a world that you don't want a part of. So tell me, Wu, what do you know about your friend James Mihn? I know he's apart of some organization, but what exactly do you know about what he does; or has he told you?"
The Chinaman just stared at his feet, his lips shut as Agent Burns smiled and took another drag. He fixed his trench coat as it was hanging off to one side more than the other. Wu didn't make a sound, the only sound was his calm breathing as Agent Burns sat and watched.
"James told me he's just a factory worker. He loads up boxes of different things, and ships them all over America. That's all he told me. He's not some gang thug or something like that. I don't know any of those kinds of people." Wu finally said looking at Agent Burns with a face of serious sincerity.
"Well Wu, I'm afraid your friend James Mihn isn't who you think he is. Your right he works as a factory worker, but what he loads up is pro-communist propaganda; and seeing how there is a war going on up in Alaska, we can't allow that kinda stuff to be shipped out. We've got enough problems of our own you see." Agent Burns said before getting up from the chair and returning it. "You'll be free to go, but tell me where exactly does your friend James live? I know he doesn't have a firm address, and moves from place to place. Where is he staying tonight?"
Wu looked up at Agent Burns, the blood had begun to cake on his lip and chin. The young Chinaman tried to speak, but he looked down at his shoes; unable to say it to Agent Burns' face. The room was lit well, and the two shadows of the men on the wall cast an eerie event as the shadow of Agent Burns suddenly raised a pistol at Wu's head.
"Tell me, or your done with." Agent Burns said pulling the hammer back on his pistol.
"My place tonight, out in Chinatown. It's a small apartment complex, easy enough to find. 'The Winged Dragon' restaurant is below. Room C5, third floor. He'll be there tonight, and actually is probably already there?" Wu said with a bit of a stutter at the end. Agent Burns returned his pistol to its holster and smiled, walking to the door.
"Don't worry Wu, we'll have you released in no time." Agent Burns said walking out the broken doorway, and taking the elevator to the street. Team Seven quickly rushed back in, seemingly hiding in the walls as the doors of the elevator closed, and Agent Burns rode down, a smile of victory on his face.
And after awhile, post-Great War stories get old, and pre-war settings are always more flexible as not much is known, and it's the little events that you can work on and express. :celebration: 
