From: tprendergast@phenomen-x.com To: dg@phenomen-x.com Subject: DG Email Intercept 014 If you missed any previous messages, go to http://www.flyinglab.com/deltagreen and check out the list of Allies. Some of these sites are archiving these messages. The more locations we have, the harder it is for the DELTA GREEN conspiracy to suppress us! COURAGE! Thomas Prendergast Assistant Production Specialist & Webmaster Phenomen-X http://www.phenomen-x.com/ "Phenomen-X", "Watching the Watchers", and the Phenomen-X Logo are all Copyright 1990 Haley Productions. Comments made by employees in email do not necessarily represent the official statements or opinions of Haley Productions. --- >From: "Agent Graham" To: "Alphonse" Received: from unknown (HELO HUMFLA1) (207.156.41.48) Status: Content-Type: text/plain;charset="iso-8859-1" Subject: Sitrep FUBAR Date: Sat, 27 Apr 2002 13:57:12 -0500 Alphonse, We were made. It had to be the warehouse. They must have been looking for people like us snooping in their business. They knew we were in town. I did shoot one of them last week, after all. Last night Nancy and I were in the surveillance van a couple blocks away from the warehouse. We never maintained line of sight with the warehouse. We monitored it using remote cameras and bugs, and parked in a different spot every night, so at least they didn't catch us being stupid. Nancy was the first to tumble to what was coming down. I didn't get how at the time, but now I figure it was her sense of smell. I was keeping an eye on a homeless guy who was walking past the van. She was checking the monitors. Suddenly she started yelling for me to start the van. I've learned not to ask ‘why’ when a team-member yells "run." As soon as I hit the ignition, the homeless guy ran at the driver’s side door and pulled a silenced 9mm. He started dumping on me but the Kevlar plates in the door and the bulletproof glass stopped the rounds cold. As I pulled away he grabbed the side-view mirror. He threw a couple of punches with his pistol and pushed the glass in. As he got his hand around my throat, I smelled him. I told you there would be zombies. I nearly decapitated him with the .45, but he never lost his grip. I scraped him off on the side of a delivery van on Louisiana Street. Most of him anyway. The arm never stopped twitching. Nancy says at least two other shooters were tagging the van as we pulled out. I could hear the rounds bouncing off the sides. Nancy was on the phone almost immediately and punched the fast signal for the rest of the team to bail out of the Vieux Carre safe house. Nancy's call bought them about sixty seconds grace, just enough time to throw on some body armor and get seriously strapped, but not enough time to get clear. Nick called us back to say that a delivery truck was pulling in to block the safe house garage just as the evac signal came in. They tried to shoot their way out, but the courtyard and stairs were clogged with walking dead. Those zombies soak up a lot of damage before they can't point and shoot anymore. They forced the team back upstairs. Nolan knee-capped as many as he could with the SAW. It slowed them up on the stairs, it didn't stop them. Nick noticed they were wearing ear jacks -- someone was giving them orders over the radio. The team was cut off and surrounded. I know what the prescribed procedure for that scenario is, but you can court-marshal me later. Time was a little short so I cut over to the riverside and picked up the railroad tracks. We made great time and managed not to blow a tire. Missed the freight train by a good yard and a half. Piece of cake. I was bouncing past the Spanish Plaza when Nick started screaming that the zombies were pouring gasoline under the barricaded door. Nancy told them to get to the roof and prepare for pickup on the Esplanade side of the block. Fortunately I’d taken some nylon cord from the Green Box along with that SAW. We had seconds to coordinate their fast line off the roof with my approach. The safe house was a four-alarm fire when we arrived, which provided excellent backlight for spotting the dead. I hit three of them on the way in. Two ended up mangled and the third lost its weapon when it kissed the bumper. They closed in on us fast. Nolan was the first off the roof, and he used the SAW to cover Nick, Garret and Gillian as they fast lined. Enemy fire was, shall we say, undisciplined but continuous, and more zombies kept coming out of the safe house, some of them on fire. Gillian got hit coming down the line. Right in the ass. She dropped ten feet to the pavement and went lights-out. While Nick and Garret hauled her to the van Nolan took one through calf and went down. It was then I saw a car, a big sedan, coming right at our van. I had to pull out right then or get T-boned. Quick as I was they still took our rear bumper off before spinning out. They got back on us fast but we lost them at the intersection St. Claude and Elysian Fields when Nick shot out a tire and sent them into a row of parked cars at about 70 mph. We were flying toward I-10 when Nancy started screaming that we had to go back for Nolan. I was screaming it was too late and she was shaking me and making me swerve and that’s when Garret decided to hit her with the stun gun to shut her up. That's when her guise dropped. You should have known we'd find out. What the hell were we supposed to think when we did? Running from zombies, under fire, the only thing that made sense to us was that this thing we had in the van had eaten the real Agent Nancy. The tazer didn't put Nancy down. She punched Garret once in the nose and that laid him out. I slammed on the breaks and she was tossed into the front with me. I had enough time to draw on her before Nick shoved a gun in my ear. I would have pulled the trigger anyways but he said you knew, Alphonse. Then she got her guise up again and that long maw full of teeth and those curved talons vanished and she was the same Nordic ice queen again. While I drove, Nancy got on the phone. She called the Mr. Fort at his funeral home. She told him to tell the Angels of Baron Samedi that if they wanted to get back the book Teddy Morse lost, then she wanted Nolan back alive and intact. She warned him that if he didn’t tell the Angels right away, then the next corpse they’d coming for would be his. I don't know yet whether the message got through, or if they give a shit. We've lighted at a safe house no one on the team knows about but me. It's Grendel's place outside Milton. Garret got the 9mm slug out of Gillian's hip. It didn’t fragment. She had a mild concussion too. She's out for the count. You need to get her back to her day job with a good a cover story. Oh yeah, Garret's cheek may be broken. Everything connected with Agent Nolan will have to be sanitized. Chances are they've already eaten him ... so if they agree to a swap it'll just be another ambush. We should probably skip it, but Nancy feels otherwise. I can't blame her. Me, I've got a little surprise I want to cook up. See the attached file for the ingredients. If these things call Agent Nancy back, you'll hear about it first. Be Seeing You, Agent Graham ---