[OOC Note: This all takes place within a movie, titled “Rolf Larsson: The Sun Never Sets”
Rolf Larsson. Agent 1200 of the Imperial Intelligence Department of Goyanes. Newly equipped with a fresh license to kill, and .45 ACP pistol.
“Looking good Larsson. Are you up to the test though” quipped his superior, Johan.
Johan was a tall, slender man. He had an attempt at a cleanly shaven face, but the 5 o’clock shadow was already in full swing, even though it was still morning. He wore a perfectly fitted black suit with a black tie.
“I am as ready as I need to be”
Johan slid over a case file. Inside was documentation about a division commander named Hårvad Mason. He was a known figure within the Goyanean forces in Ascalon. He was no known within the intelligence department as a traitorous bastard. He defected to Skanda within the last week, but intelligence reports from within the people’s republic are confirming he hasn’t met with government officials.
“You’re going to kill him.”
Larsson looked at Johan, then looked back down at the folder. He gave him a quick nod.
“Will do.”
“Your flight leaves in 4 hours. The department already has all your equipment here. Go.”
“Yes sir.”
Rolf took the suitcase and briefcase and walked out of the fake storefront used as a hidden entrance and exit for the department’s operations. Just in front of the fake façade was an U-baner station.
He descended towards the depths of the station below with his bags, going in the opposite direction of the rush crowds. The station smelled of mothballs, but it wasn’t putrid.
The train entered the station, sending a gust of air down the platform. He boarded the train, but took note of an odd looking man who seemed to follow him down to platform level and onto the train.
When he got off the train at the airport subway station, the man he had spotted earlier continued to follow him.
The stalker-like man finally accosted him, pushing him behind one of the ticket vending machines.
Grabbing his collar, he got up to Rolf’s ear and told him in a threatening tone “the KSK are going to get you, I hope you know. Mason is ours.”
Rolf headbutted the man, and he hit his head against the subway tile on the wall, knocking him unconscious. Trying not to draw any more attention to himself, Rolf pulled the unconscious man into the subway bathroom, laying him down by the urinals. The floor was covered in urine near where the man was now laying. Rolf gave him a quick look, and then shot him, leaving the scene with a sense of impunity.
Rolf Larsson. Agent 1200 of the Imperial Intelligence Department of Goyanes. Newly equipped with a fresh license to kill, and .45 ACP pistol.
“Looking good Larsson. Are you up to the test though” quipped his superior, Johan.
Johan was a tall, slender man. He had an attempt at a cleanly shaven face, but the 5 o’clock shadow was already in full swing, even though it was still morning. He wore a perfectly fitted black suit with a black tie.
“I am as ready as I need to be”
Johan slid over a case file. Inside was documentation about a division commander named Hårvad Mason. He was a known figure within the Goyanean forces in Ascalon. He was no known within the intelligence department as a traitorous bastard. He defected to Skanda within the last week, but intelligence reports from within the people’s republic are confirming he hasn’t met with government officials.
“You’re going to kill him.”
Larsson looked at Johan, then looked back down at the folder. He gave him a quick nod.
“Will do.”
“Your flight leaves in 4 hours. The department already has all your equipment here. Go.”
“Yes sir.”
Rolf took the suitcase and briefcase and walked out of the fake storefront used as a hidden entrance and exit for the department’s operations. Just in front of the fake façade was an U-baner station.
He descended towards the depths of the station below with his bags, going in the opposite direction of the rush crowds. The station smelled of mothballs, but it wasn’t putrid.
The train entered the station, sending a gust of air down the platform. He boarded the train, but took note of an odd looking man who seemed to follow him down to platform level and onto the train.
When he got off the train at the airport subway station, the man he had spotted earlier continued to follow him.
The stalker-like man finally accosted him, pushing him behind one of the ticket vending machines.
Grabbing his collar, he got up to Rolf’s ear and told him in a threatening tone “the KSK are going to get you, I hope you know. Mason is ours.”
Rolf headbutted the man, and he hit his head against the subway tile on the wall, knocking him unconscious. Trying not to draw any more attention to himself, Rolf pulled the unconscious man into the subway bathroom, laying him down by the urinals. The floor was covered in urine near where the man was now laying. Rolf gave him a quick look, and then shot him, leaving the scene with a sense of impunity.