Summary:
December 05 2014: Anton Minos comes to talk to Widget about help for a troublesome project
Secure Hydra Workshop
Widget's workshop is a palace of technological marvels.
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- Anton Minos - Emitted by Aspect
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HYDRA is a many headed beast, to be sure. It's cells are scattered across the globe and often work in ignorance of one another. There is a structure kind of, sort of unifying a lot of that work but even it has it's fractures and tears. This can be problematic because it makes it very difficult for the organization as a whole to bring its weight to bear on a problem. However, it also means that it's nearly impossible to eradicate. Cut off one head…
Anton Minos, of HYDRA's Leopard Division (recon) has come to visit a certain technological specialist with for help in resolving a problem… and with a little… incentive of his own.
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Widget is sitting, working. She always is, mornings and night, with only brief breaks to remain functional. Now, she is working on a microversion of a power source she had created. Functional is her requirement for all things, with very little space for emotional or spiritual life.
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"Widget…" Anton has never met this woman before but she's gaining a reputation in certain circles of HYDRA. Which is an odd thing to say, as fragmented and secretive as Hydra is. Nevertheless he's heard of her and now he's here to engage her services. It's amusing, really, that she has no time for spiritual life… because that is exactly what he's come to speak to her about. In a manner of speaking, anyway. "I presume, anyway."
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Widget completes her current task before turning to face him, since the evidence states that multitasking does not exist. Her eyes studying him, "I am Widget. Who are you, and do you have security clearance to be here?" A question that is routine for her, to analysis her appropriate response.
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"I am Anton Minos. I am a coordinator from Leopard Division. I have a… task I wish you to take on." The man, short, balding, but confident, places a sealed file on the desk, one bearing the markings of the Defense Advanced Research Projects Agency. "This is in regards to an… operative who has been particularly troublesome."
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Her gaze is unblinkingly direct, and she glances at the file before folding her hands in her lap, the image - literally - of attentiveness. "Do I have clearance to fulfill this without issue? Is Zola aware of this task?" The questions are precise, and she doesn't reach for the file until those are answered.
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"Yes and no, respectively. You may appraise Zola of the matter, if you wish, however he is not in our direct line." Ah lines of command in Hydra. Never clear, ever twisting and changing. "You see, one of our scientists embedded in the Defense establishment assisted in the creation of something… special. Something that has the potential to change the way Hydra fights its battles. Unfortunately, she thought better of turning the research over to us and we were forced to undertake drastic measures to recover it. Sadly, that operation was not… entirely succesful."
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"He is in my direct line." The statement is quiet and she listens to the information, before she frowns. "How damaged is the information?" She means the researcher's brain, containing that research, asking the question as though she were asking about a hard drive. "I will appraise Zola of this data, and I will require access to the location of the data."
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"Rather extremely. Access can be granted, if you wish, however for a more complete understanding of what was done it may be more expedient to recover the prototype." That, Minos knows, has been extremely difficult. Since the prototype doesn't want to be recovered.
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"If there is a prototype, I can retro-engineer that if no other options are available." She reaches for the file, opening it, her head bent as she reads it. The silence is obvious, one task at one time. "Access will be required for full data analysis." The words as she closes the file are spoken calmly.
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"That is the problem." Anton sighs. "The technology developed was suite of cybernetic implants used to tap a subjects life-force and wield it as a weapon. Twelve military test subjects were implanted. Three have been recovered so far, but one is in an advanced state of integration and displaying other unusual traits. We believe this one has the most potential to teach us what we wish to know, but he has eluded capture for some time now."
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"I will require access to your prototypes. It is not my position to acquire or recapture the one that is not in custody." Entirely unemotionally spoken, and she opens the page at the schematics, considering them. "It may be possible to enter into their system remotely. I assume your researcher left a back door controller." It would be what she would do anyway.
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"No, for reasons that will become evident as you read that file." To wit, compromising the target's will in certain manners diminished the target's life force and rendered the whole thing moot. "There may be ways to utilize the technology to our advantage, however. I require a full analysis of the materials present and recommendations on new capture or neutralization strategies. Can you deliver this?"
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Widget gives him a thoughtful look and nods, her gaze dropping to the file. He gets no reply as she reads the entire file, in detail, page by page. Then she looks up at him, considering, her mind ticking over. The very evident thoroughness is clear, prior to her reply, "Yes." A simple reply, and she adds, "What time restrictions is there?"
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"Until he figures out what is being done…" Anton nods, satisfied that Widget will apply her legendary intellect to the problem. "… And comes to kill us all." He's been known to do that, on occasion.
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