Hitman: Resurgence

The Prison

CLAIRE HAVERFORD HAD FOUND THE SERVER the suspect had used in ETHER's headquarters. Digging deep in ETHER's system, she tested security logs, file modification dates and hidden files that might have been created in the servers. She had found many records.

She smiled. Any hacker leaves a trace. She knew that quite well.

Now, she used a query system to locate similar parameters and correlation between the data. The screen showed a percentage of files examined, and in the right side of the screen a list would pop up with the subjects encountered.

She was only waiting.

99%.

Finished.

Claire tucked her hair behind her ear as she read all the correlated data.

A project codenamed Schicksal, cargo ship codes and an ETHER base in Antarctica.

She smiled. Claire Haverford had done it again.

***

This was the second time Larry ran through the dimly lit corridors of the CIA headquarters in Langley. But now his message was even more important.

He found his way directly to the director's office. The door was labeled with his name. Robert H. Crane.

He opened it like a hurricane.

_Crane! Great news.

The director, seated at a polished mahogany table, closed a notebook and raised his eyes to look at the office assistant.

_What is it?

_Our substation in London managed to get into ETHER's system four days ago and our analysts began searching for abnormalities in a base in Antarctica.

_Why wasn't I informed? – Crane said.

_You are being now, sir. Point is, we found something in their security footage, sir. Take a look at this.

He showed a printed photograph of a bald man laying down in some sort of stretcher, being carried to the back of a military truck. The suspect.

_Correlating the location and timestamp of the camera we've managed to know his location right now. He is being transported in a cargo vessel in the Indian Ocean, near the coast of Malasia. I've taken the liberty to mobilize four Chinook choppers that are taking off from there as we speak. – He smiled. – We will have the suspect in our hands by dawn.

Crane lowered his eyes and stared his desk.

_Sir? Is everything all right? – The assistant curved his eyebrows.

The CIA director sighed.

_Yes... Everything is fine. – Crane got up, picking the phone from the hook. – You can go.

***

The CIA substation supervisor heard the phone ring in his desk and picked it up.

_Yes, sir. Alright, sir. – He paused. – It will be done.

He hung up. For a couple of minutes, he looked at the board of pinned papers behind him, and to the multiple analysts typing in their computers. He sighed.

_Listen, everyone! – He stood up. – All activities are now suspended. The order comes from upstairs. Log off and exit the building. You are all dismissed.