Operation: Black Phoenix

Operation: Black Phoenix 2.2

Saturday, March 11th, 2017

   2100 – Alexei, Tony and I left Srebrenica to drive back to rendezvous point at monument east of Gostilj. Watkin and Wilhelm, meanwhile, already stationed at rendezvous point, observed two vehicles arrive – a BMW, which hid behind a building, and a black Jeep Cherokee. We arrived, at 2200. When I was about to exchange the hard drive for the money, I went to take a closer look at the money. Just then a muffled shot went off behind us and a gun fight broke out. When it was over, six of the opposition’s men were dead and one had surrendered. Among the dead were the mercenary leader known as Slobodan, his sniper Vladek, and the man they all worked for, Anton Dedopovic. I was hit a few times, but thanks to a vest, I merely suffered a few nasty bruises.

   Dedopovic was clearly in bad health, which makes me wonder about the nature of his visits to clinics and hospitals in Switzerland. Alexei has taken a blood sample from him for analysis. In the suitcase, we only found a few € notes covering stacks of newspaper. So we are out the €250k owed to us. One unexplained oddity – in the back seats of both vehicles, we found bundles of wild roses. Tony and Alexei interrogated our prisoner. Tony and the prisoner spoke in Romanian, so there was a bit of a language barrier. Much of what the prisoner said we could not make sense of. But he said something about the roses keeping someone away, and that Dedopovic apparently wanted to trade the hard drive for ‘”the blood, for eternal life”, because he was dying. He gave us a name – Danilo Brigovic, and said something about “eyes burning” and “they’re the devil". He threatened us, saying the master would find us and hunt us down. Sounds to me like he’s seen a few too many horror movies.

   After Alexei patched me up a bit, we saw headlights coming up the hill towards us and suspected the police were on the way. We threw the bodies into the Jeep, knocked our prisoner out cold, and speed off in all three vehicles. We kept our lights off and used night vision to drive. Watkin and I led the way in the BMW, followed by Wilhelm and Alexei, with the prisoner in the back of our Jeep. Tony took up the rear with all the bodies. We headed north up the isolated mountain road towards the Bosnian border. After a few miles, we ditched the Jeep with the bodies and the prisoner, off a side road and into the woods. When we resumed, we saw headlights approaching again. Still suspecting the police were behind us, we continued on and appeared to have eluded them. We think we got away without the police getting a good look at us, as we had no difficulty passing through Bratunac and making it across the border. We ditched the BMW in Krupanj, concerned it could be ID’d in Belgrade. Made it to Belgrade and checked into the Holiday Inn Express at about 0300. After some rest, I spent some time using Dedopovic’s cell phone to track down info on Danilo Brigovic.

Monday, March 13th

   Update on Brigovic: Owns a business in western edge of Surcin, a western suburb of Belgrade – on the surface, a large warehouse dealing in farming equipment, including a villa adjacent to the warehouse, all of which takes up the entire block. Below the surface, word on the street says he has a lucrative cigarette smuggling business and is a “person of interest” in a number of missing person cases and suspected mafia killings. Owns a party barge called the Red Eagle where he spends most of his weekend nights. Watkins, using lost pet notices as a disguise, has placed a few video bugs around the property. Will continue to observe and investigate.

Wednesday, March 15th

   Update on Brigovic: Word is that he smuggles weapons in addition to cigarettes and is protected by Serbian government. His warehouse and villa are heavily monitored. Has close to 2 dozen, well-trained, well-armed men guarding the place 24 -7. Has an armored limo and never goes anywhere without half a dozen goons. So we are looking into getting to him where he is probably most vulnerable – on his party barge. Alexei is using a cover of his, Santiago Vega, a drug lord from Columbia, to try and get an invite to the barge through an entertainment website. As part of the cover, we are also renting rooms at the Excelsior Hotel.

Friday, March 17th

   Alexei got an invite for the party barge for tonight. Late last night, we saw someone being forcefully taken from a car and into Brigovic’s warehouse with a hood on his head. As of yet it does not appear that this person has emerged from the warehouse. A possible abduction/murder?

Saturday, March 18th

   Arrived at Brigovic’s party barge at about 2100. Barge had already disembarked, so we had to take a shuttle boat out to the barge. We posed as bodyguards for Alexei using his cover as Santiago Vega. Alexei eventually got to speak with Brigovic while some of us cased out the barge. Brigovic is a very confident, egomaniac commanding an odd mixture of fear and respect from a lot of men and women alike. He pulled some stunt on Alexei, having one of his goons put a gun to Alexei’s head, probably hoping him to break cover. But Alexei played it impossibly cool and appeared to win Brigovic’s respect.

   Later on, Brigovic took some girl into a back room presumably to have sex. But Wilhelm did some eves dropping from outside the room’s window and heard the girl give a short scream and then a sudden thump as if a piece of furniture was thrust against the wall. Things went quiet after that. A short while later, Brigovic emerged from the room without the girl. Watkin saw him appear to wipe blood from his mouth, so we assumed he either bit his lip or got punched in the mouth. Alexei took another girl into the same room immediately afterwards but did not see any sign of the first girl. Alexei managed to interest Brigovic with a business deal before the night’s end and he was told to come by Brigovic’s warehouse today at 1600.

   After resting late into the day and then having rented a car, again for the cover, we arrived at the warehouse at 1600. We were given a brief tour of the warehouse and shown some weapons. There was a curious, canvas-covered, circular object about 8’ in diameter and 2’ high at the center of the warehouse – much like a well or a pit; though with the canvas, there was no way to tell how deep it was. We got a good look at the personnel and security system guarding the place. When we got inside the office, Alexei was able to distract Brigovic long enough to allow Watkin to pop into his computer a micro USB with a Trojan code that I wrote which will allow us access to his computer.

   When we left, we drove the rented car back to the Excelsior and swept it for bugs. As we half expected, there was a GPS tracker on the car. We left it there to keep up the ruse, then returned to the Holiday Inn. When we got back, there was a letter waiting for us at the front desk. We were concerned that someone knew of us and where to find us. Back in one of our rooms, we looked at the letter.

   It said we were in danger and that the writer could help. It told us to meet him at a café in Skadarska at 2000 and to make sure we weren’t followed. We did as instructed and arrived at the café at about 1930. Alexei and I sat at the café while the others positioned themselves nearby. At 2000, a man in his fifties, dressed in a tan trench coat approached and sat at a table with his back to Alexei and me. He said that the Conspiracy was on to us and that they would stop at nothing to get the hard drive. He said that if we hack into the hard drive they would be onto us and they would hunt us down. He warned us, saying that we had stumbled onto something that goes well beyond what we may have expected, and that if we went any further there would be no turning back. But should we wish to continue, he worked for a secretive organization that could help us. This organization’s goal, he said, was to work in the shadows and to thwart the Conspiracy’s agenda.

   As soon as he said this, Wilhelm spotted an assassin down the street and called out a warning. But it was too late. Our would-be ally took a slug to the back of his head and did a face plant into the table. Tony, Watkin and Wilhelm chased after him, while Alexei and I did a quick search on the dead man’s body amidst frightened nearby witnesses. Alexei pretended to try and assist the man as we grabbed his wallet, a passport and a manila envelope tucked inside his coat. We then went after the others. By the time we found them, Watkin had shot the man a couple of times and Tony had tackled him. But before they could question him, the assassin swallowed a cyanide capsule. Clearly some kind of fanatic. Watkin spotted the edge of a tattoo on his neck, which did not appear to have any significance. But, going on a hunch, Watkin ripped open the assassin’s coat and shirt and found another tattoo – this one showing the heads of a goat, a lion, and a snake.

   Tony recognized the tattoo. This assassin was a member of the Chimeria, the secret organization that killed Tony’s fiancé. Perhaps this was what the would-be ally meant by the Conspiracy, or perhaps there is some other connection. The assassin had no ID, but we took his gun and fled the scene. Realizing that at least one person had been able to track us down, we rented rooms at a small, three-star boutique hotel a few blocks away from the Holiday Inn called the Hotel Tash.

   There we took a look at what we had. The wallet and passport ID’d the man as Malcolm Seward from London. Further investigation revealed him to be a former agent of MI6 who went MIA four years ago and was presumed dead – though why he was presumed dead was not explained. He seems to have specialized in statistical anomalies; i.e., cases of the occult and paranormal.

   Inside the envelope were three newspaper articles: The first is about a Nikola Radosavljevic who shot 12 people (killing 9) looking for “magicians” in 2014 in the border town of Jabukovac. He is currently being held in the mental ward of the Belgrade County Jail. The second is about an Obraz splinter cell who had been killing gays and goths, believing the gays were also vampires based on popular fiction and TV shows. The third article is about the 15th century Regent-Governor of Hungary, John Hunyadi. He is known to have defeated a siege of the Ottoman Turks in Belgrade and a few weeks later, he died of a plague. It is also known that he was a supporter of Vlad Dracula and assisted the Prince in reclaiming the throne of Wallachia. According to this article, a newly discovered chronicle suggests that Vlad Dracula was in Belgrade during the siege and indicates that he may have left something important behind. 

   It appears we may be dealing with some kind of well-connected cult that believes in vampires. The wild roses we found would support this theory as, according to local folklore, they are supposed to keep vampires at bay or prevent them from entering a room. In fact, looking back on the entire mission so far, it seems that all the unexplained clues appear to be pointing towards some kind of strange vampire-worshiping cult. Whether the cult is a scam or a growing organization of delusional fanatics, or a mixture of both, it is hard say at this point. But a few things that do seem pretty clear are that there a lot of criminal activities going on that are related to it, and that these activities are being conducted by an organization whose roots run deep and whose reach is broad.

   Unsure of where to go from here, we have decided to look into three areas: 1) We’d like to take a closer look at Brigovic’s party barge and see if we can determine what happened to the girl. We have not heard any missing person reports yet that fit her description. But there have been a large number of missing persons in Belgrade over the years. Plus, Watkin has been advocating a more direct approach, as usual. So we are going to let him plant a series of remotely operated flash bangs on the barge, if he can manage it, so that we might nab Brigovic for some interrogation. 2) I’m going to see if I can make contact with the Obraz splinter cell. Perhaps we can make some use of them. 3) Alexei also wants to talk to Nikola Radosavljevic and see if he can get anything useful out of him.

Monday, March 20th

   I have made contact with the leader of the Obraz splinter cell online. But since we’re not sure just yet how they can be of any help to us, I have only hinted that we might be able to assist them.

   Alexei paid a visit to the county jail and spoke with Nikola. He appeared paranoid and suspicious at first. But Alexei got him to talk. He confirmed the report that he used to work at the Nikola Tesla Museum here in Belgrade and said he knows of a secret vault there and how to get into it. He talks of books and documents in the vault that we are interested in seeing – books and documents that were once in the possession of Nikola Tesla, and if certain far-fetched claims can be believed, may also have been in the possession of Adolf Hitler. He believes, however, that certain overseers of the museum are connected to the so-called “magicians” he tried to kill and that if anything is discovered missing from the vault, they will come after him. Therefore, he will not reveal to us how to find or access the vault unless we spring him from jail. So we are devising a plan. Could these “magicians”, I wonder, be a part of the vampire cult, aka the Conspiracy? Whatever the case, we have decided to hold off on looking at Brigovic’s barge until we can get a look at what’s inside the vault.

Tuesday, March 21st

   Alexei paid another visit to the jail and was able to slip him a pill that would make him appear to be seriously ill. He was told to take it precisely at 2100. Meanwhile, I was able to hack into the jail’s communication system allowing me to intercept a phone call to the hospital. When the call came in, I told him an ambulance was on the way. Shortly before this, Tony and Alexei made off with an ambulance at the dispatch center. So, just a few minutes after the call from the jail, Tony and Alexei showed up with the ambulance and took Nikola away. One of the jail’s guards came along, but Alexei was able to stick him with a needle and put him to sleep for a while. They ditched the ambulance a few blocks away where we picked them up.

Wednesday, March 22nd

   At about 1530 we visited the Nikola Tesla Museum and wandered about the exhibits. While doing so, we made sure to keep our tour guide busy with questions and quite distracted, allowing Watkin the opportunity to pick the lock on the door leading to a storage room. He then hid inside the storage room and waited. The museum closed at 1800 while the last of the employees left at 1900. Once they were gone, Watkin disabled the security system, allowing him to move about freely and giving me and Alexei the greenlight to sneak in through a roof access from an adjacent building, while Tony and Wilhelm kept a lookout outside. Following a diagram and instructions given to us by Nikola Radosavljevic, we were able to locate and enter the secret vault in the basement. We then loaded a couple of duffle bags up with books and documents and made our way out through the roof.

   Back at the hotel, we got a better look at what we had taken. It will take some time to go through it all, but several things stand out: 1) Tesla’s research on his so-called “death ray”; 2) A number of books on demonology, folk lore and other unusual topics; 3) A very old book written in Latin about two very old bloodlines referred to as the lion and the goat and said to be infernal. This is obviously connected to the Chimeria, although the organization’s name does not appear to be mentioned anywhere. I cannot help but wonder if this book is the object supposedly left behind by Vlad Dracula during the siege of Belgrade; 4) A book, written in French, detailing the history of the Chimeria. According to it, Dracula may have begun the third bloodline – that of the serpent. It also claims that Richard I, King of England, aka Richard the Lionhearted, was a member of the lion bloodline.

   Once again, we have found more evidence that points to this bizarre vampire cult. No doubt, this cult, the Chimeria, the Conspiracy and Nikola’s “magicians” are all connected if not one and the same. I must say I find it amazing that so many people in this day and age can still believe in such things as vampires. Surely it is a sign that our world is flooded with too much such fiction and movies.

Thursday, March 23rd

   Alexei finally got word today from his lab contact. The blood sample he sent to him, taken from Anton Dedopovic, showed that he was likely suffering from a fatal kidney disease. So it appears he was dying after all. Perhaps he too had fallen for the ruse and was desperate enough to try and trade the hard drive for vampire blood.

   At about 2300, Watkin and Alexei snuck aboard the Red Eagle as planned. Alexei found a hatch leading to the barge’s hold below deck, where the missing girl was obviously taken. But other than a few drops of blood and a few strands of hair, he found no sign of her. Watkin, meanwhile, was able to rig and conceal the flash bangs. Alexei has also gotten another invite to the barge. So, assuming nothing goes wrong before then, we will try to nab Brigovic tomorrow night.

Saturday, March 24th

   0300 – We have witnessed something tonight that I cannot explain – though surely there must be some plausible explanation. I will begin with our arrival at Brigovic’s party barge. Unlike the first time, only Watkin and I accompanied Alexei as he used his Santiago Vega cover, while Tony and Wilhelm waited nearby in a rented boat. As before, we arrived at the docks at about 2300, after the barge had disembarked, and had to take a boat out to the barge. From there, the night proceeded much as it did the first time.

   Eventually, Brigovic selected another girl to take into one of the private rooms; same as before. This time however, shortly after Brigovic and the girl disappeared behind the door, we moved away from the front of the boat and Watkin set off the flash bangs. There was, of course, a lot of screaming, but the flash bangs did what they were supposed to and stunned Brigovic’s bodyguards. We rushed through the panic and confusion and busted open the door. Alexei then jammed him with a needle, pumping enough sedative into him to knock him flat out. But, much to our surprise, it seemed to have no effect on him! Instead of rolling onto the floor, he got off of the girl who lay prone underneath him, stood up and turned towards us. So Watkin shot him in the chest. Once again, Brigovic did not go down. In fact, he seemed to smile as the bullet hole in his chest appeared to close up! He then back-handed Alexei and sent him flying across the room and into a wall!

   We were all stunned momentarily. What we had just witnessed was simply not possible. Watkin shot him again, this time in the head and this time he went down. Now, somewhat in anger and in shock, we emptied a few more rounds into his head to make sure he stayed down. We then noticed some of the bodyguards coming to. Still in a bit of a daze, Alexei scooped up some of Brigovic’s blood and brains into an empty glass and we brushed past the bodyguards and into the boat where Tony and Wilhelm were waiting with confused looks on their faces. Realizing there was no time to spare, Tony floored the throttle and we sped off into the night as bullets whizzed past our heads.

   Looking back now, the rational half of my brain is telling me there had to be some trick involved – after all, I’ve seen stage and street magicians do some pretty amazing things. Take David Blain, for example – he does a lot of mind-blowing shit and we know it’s not really magic. Then again, maybe Brigovic was just hopped up on PCP or something and that’s why the sedative didn’t affect him, and that’s how he was able to bitch-slap Alexei across the room like some kind of rag doll. And maybe it just looked like that hole in his chest suddenly closed up.

   But then there’s the other half of my brain, telling me – screaming at me, saying that Brigovic is no street magician. He did not know we were coming for him. He could not have been ready for us. Nor does it seem likely that drugs could explain what we saw. Like it or not, there is a part of me that is beginning to question what I thought I knew – a part of me that dares to think the unthinkable. Is it possible? Could there be some truth to it? Are vampires real?

   I gaze over at Alexei and I see the same questions in his eyes – the same blank, uncomprehending expression. Whatever the truth is, we must seek it out. We must know what lies in the darkness and expose it to the light. But for now, we simply run.

Operation: Black Phoenix 2.1

March 2nd, 2017

   Contacted today by Georg Rudek. Says he has a job for us – a heist in Sarajevo. Wants us to meet him in Dubrovnik in 2 days. Says the job pays € 100k apiece.

March 3rd

   The op is a go. All arrangements have been made. Looks like we’re getting the band back together again.

March 4th

   Arrived in Dubrovnik at 1730. Met with Georg at Hotel Lero and given details. The mission is to nab a laptop from Brigadier General Malcolm Lennart of the Canadian Air Force currently stationed at NATOHQ at Camp Butmir in Sarajevo. Have 6 days to accomplish before Lennart returns to Canada. Must not allow Lennart to retain any files from computer. Rudek suspects that employers do not want Lennart killed and would likely prefer a low profile op. Watkin is proposing a quick smash and grab style job, while Alexei is advocating a much more stealthy approach. We shall see. Once the package is obtained, we are to rendezvous with Anton Dedopovic at a remote location east of a village named Gostilj near the Serbian border. According to Alexei, Dedopovic is a real pierce of work – killer, rapist, human trafficker, drug dealer. None of us is interested in giving this man any info. But we have accepted the mission because I am interested in what intel might be found on the laptop. As for Dedopovic, we look forward to double-crossing him. Rudek has paid us half of the 100k transferred to offshoreaccounts from a bank in Vienna owned by the Russian mafia. This last fact does not please Alexei, and is another reason for not turning over the intel.

March 5th

   Drive into Sarajevo no problem thanks to Rudek greasing palms at the border into Bosnia. Checked into Hotel Bosna -1 as set up by Rudek. Watkin acquired suitable mail delivery uniform allowing him to get close to Lennart’s townhouse in suburb of Ilidza 4km from base. Was able to inspect alarm system and spotted Lennart and local cooking/cleaning lady inside. Afterwards we have formulated a plan. Have found a listing of the townhouse for rent online. Will try to use this to gain entrance into house.

March 6th

   Contacted leasing agent for Lennart’s townhouse and scheduled a visit to home. Cleaning lady will meet us there tomorrow at 0900. Spent the remainder of the day checking other options in case this does not pan out, and waiting.

March 7th

   Alexei and Watkin posed as potential renters and met with leasing agent at townhouse. While Alexei kept the agent and the cleaning lady occupied upstairs, Watkin rigged living room window so alarm won’t be triggered and concealed 2 video bugs: one covering living room, dining room and part of kitchen; the other covering master bedroom on 2nd floor. Will spend next few days on surveillance.

March 9th

   After 2 days of surveillance, have a good idea of Lennart’s routine. Tony tried to tail him home from the base yesterday but lost him in traffic. Still, we believe our plan will work. I have acquired a defective hard drive to match Lennart’s laptop. We will make the switch tonight. If anything goes wrong, we may have to resort to going in hard. Lennart’s last day is tomorrow.

March 10th

   Last night at about 0100, Alexei and Watkin snuck into townhouse. Alexei drugged Lennart in his sleep to make sure he would not wake up. Then Watkin switched out the hard drive and removed the video bugs. Following extraction, cloned hard drive into encrypted online storage. Then drove the 4 hours to the rendezvous point, a remote memorial to Serbian war dead high up in the hills. Arrived at dawn. Wilhelm spotted a sniper in nest in the trees overlooking area so we drove on past. Behind a building, Watkin and Wilhelm got out and circled around to the sniper’s back. We called the Belgrade phone number with a sat phone and were told, in English with a thick Serbian accent, to meet Anton at 2200. Watkin and Wilhelm stayed behind to watch sniper while the rest of us drove to the nearby town of Srebrenica to wait.

Operation: Black Phoenix 1.2

August 2nd, 2016

Donestsk, Ukraine

   Our mission appears to have been a success. After spending several days surveilling the abandoned factory and covertly setting up a series of remotely operated explosives, we waited for the gun smugglers and their prospective buyers to arrive for their scheduled rendezvous. When the two parties arrived, precisely at midnight last night, and we were able to positively ID the leader of the gun smugglers, Vasili Salenko, a known Russian arms dealer, we set off the charges taking down most of the targets. Then, using night vision optics, and close quarter tactics, we picked off the rest. Once the sight was secured, we quickly scooped up the diamonds, grabbed a case of weapons and ammo, and fled the scene as we heard sirens approaching. Having already anonymously tipped off the national police force, we could only hope that the rest of the weapons would end up in the proper hands.


October 5th, 2016

Bucharest, Romania

   Despite our best efforts, it seems evident that our operation in Donetsk did not go without a hitch. Chatter on the dark web indicates that Vasili Salenko somehow survived and is seeking revenge. He has offered a reward for information on the hit in Donetsk. It appears we may have some cleaning up to do. Unfortunately, I have been unable to track him down. So I have contacted an old friend of mine, Georg Rudek. Georg and I go way back and though he has a rather shady past, he has proven to be a very useful ally in intelligence gathering, particularly in the area of arms dealing in eastern Europe. If anyone can track down Vasili Salenko, Georg can, and Georg owes me a favor.


October 23rd, 2016

Yerevan, Armenia

   It is done. Thanks to the resources of Georg Rudek, we were able to locate Vasili Salenko in Yerevan, as he was laying low in a den far from the beaten path. Using a warehouse and shipping business as a cover, he was attempting to rebuild his network. But, once again, we spent a few days surveilling the place and devising a plan. When we were ready, we used a combination of subterfuge, stealth and sound combat tactics to cripple and eliminate our targets.

   After I cutoff communications to the warehouse, Alexei went in posing as a potential customer to speak with Vasili and distract him. Watkins then set off several tear gas canisters from a rigged truck inside the warehouse, while we moved in and surrounded the warehouse. Using silencers, we took out the guards around the warehouse and donned our gas masks. It was then a simple matter of picking off the enemy one by one as they struggled against the tear gas. Vasili and his two bodyguards proved to be slightly more challenging. But this time we made sure to put a bullet in his brain. One of the mooks managed to get past us and make a run for it. But Tony chased him down and finished him with a knife. When it was over, we staged the scene to make it look like a local gang had made the hit.

Operation: Black Phoenix 1.1

Adan Girard

Ex-CIA Analyst/Computer Expert

July 16th, 2016

Berlin, Germany

   As of two days ago, having fled from my hotel room in Warsaw, Poland, I became a fugitive from the CIA. After many years spent in the agency, being witness to a world of distortion, secrecy and corruption, where lies are often told to support more lies, I have, at last, decided I can take no more. I want the truth to be told. I believe the world has the right to know. To that end, it was my intention to smuggle out a host of files that I would then reveal to all and thus provide proof positive of government conspiracy, including, among other things, detailed reports on illegal interrogation methods being conducted at a secret black site facility near Szymany Airport, 160 miles north of Warsaw.

   Unfortunately, just prior to my planned defection from the CIA, I became aware that some of my colleagues and superiors had suspected my intentions and I was forced to make a sudden and early departure, narrowly escaping a raid on my hotel room. I therefore was unable to obtain the files that I had planned to take with me and now do not have the proof I had hoped to show the world. The good news though, is that with no stolen files, the agency will likely not put as much effort into tracking me down. But I have no intention of letting any unforeseen setbacks stop me now. Somehow, someway, I will get the proof I need. And when I have enough, all will be revealed.

   My objective now is to take what intel I have retained, apply all the skills I have developed so far and use them to avoid capture, while finding some means of reacquiring the necessary proof. However, should I fail at any point to reach my objective, I will leave behind this running report on all of my activities taken towards this goal, which I shall henceforth refer to as Operation: Black Phoenix.

   Having checked into a low budget hotel here in Berlin, under an alias and paid for with cash, I have contacted an acquaintance of mine, a former Russian interrogator (also trained in medicine among his many attributes) by the name of Alexei Tretiak, using an online codename. We have agreed to meet and it is my hope that I can convince him to aid me in my endeavors, as I believe him to share many of the same views as I. With any luck, he may prove to be a valuable ally.

July 19th, 2016

   I have met with Alexei and we have spoken at great length about our current goals and objectives, both individual and mutual. I made a proposal to him about an operation that I was considering and he was very interested. As a result, we have decided to try and put together a team, at least temporarily, to see if we can develop a feasible plan for my proposed operation. But we will need to be quick about it though, as the window for this operation will be brief and soon in its arrival.

July 25th, 2016

   With little time to spare, we have managed to put together our team. Including myself and Alexei, we have added a South African explosives and mechanics expert by the name of Watkin Jones and a German born sniper and surveillance expert by the name of Klaus (last name unknown), two men I have worked with in the past as they both were members of Blackwater. Our fifth member comes with the recommendation of Alexei. Although he is the least known member of the team, Alexei assures me he is loyal since Alexei once treated him for bullet wounds and saved his life. An ex-bodyguard for the Camorra mafia in Naples, he goes by the name of Tony Novelli and brings to the team some much needed skills in combat, driving and piloting.

   With our team now assembled, we have devised a plan to intercept a meeting between a gun smuggling operation and their Russian-sympathizing buyers in Donetsk, Ukraine. Hoping to prevent any uprising of Russian militants in the area and a violation of the 2014 Geneva Pact, as well as helping ourselves to our pick of the weapons and the funds to pay for them, said to be in the form of smuggled diamonds, we will soon be setting out for Ukraine.


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