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hadriel2016-04-14 09:07 pm
decryptify) wrote in hadriel2016-04-14 09:07 pm
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001 // voice;
[ The recording starts playing and there's dead silence, for a moment or two, some fidgeting in the background. A pause, sound that seems like someone thoughtfully tapping against the phone, once, twice, a voice; ]
Well, let's see here -- [ A flicker of static, back into silence. And a few moments later there's just noise, static and dead air, though it does sound like there might be a voice somewhere underneath it -- it's too distorted, far too lost in the noise to really make out. Unless, of course, one is familiar with one of the old encryption protocols that this very guy may have taught you, once upon a time.
Sorry about that earful of static, folks. [ A sharp, sheepish laugh. ] This tech isn't what I'm used to. Hadriel, that's what I call you, right? Don't think we've been properly introduced?
The name's York. My likes include walks on the beach, an adequate supply of ammunition, and not bein' kidnapped against my will. I think I'm pretty good on walks on the beach, for now. Anyone out there got anything for me on the rest?
Well, let's see here -- [ A flicker of static, back into silence. And a few moments later there's just noise, static and dead air, though it does sound like there might be a voice somewhere underneath it -- it's too distorted, far too lost in the noise to really make out. Unless, of course, one is familiar with one of the old encryption protocols that this very guy may have taught you, once upon a time.
ENCRYPTED;For everyone else, that lasts for a good ten seconds or so before the static flickers into some laughter. ] -- Uh oh. Testing, testing. We clear?
[ A seperate recording, encoded within the noise; ]
-- Mayday, mayday. This is Agent York of Project Freelancer, designation Foxtrot-12. Mayday, requesting assistance. Location unknown, missing key equipment, and not all that happy about it, to be be honest. Mayday, mayday, anyone out there? [ A pause, stretching for a few seconds, and a brief sigh. ] Bit of a longshot, huh, D.
[ Another few moments of silence, and something that might be a soft chuckle. ]
Good to know you still remember what I taught you, rookie.
Sorry about that earful of static, folks. [ A sharp, sheepish laugh. ] This tech isn't what I'm used to. Hadriel, that's what I call you, right? Don't think we've been properly introduced?
The name's York. My likes include walks on the beach, an adequate supply of ammunition, and not bein' kidnapped against my will. I think I'm pretty good on walks on the beach, for now. Anyone out there got anything for me on the rest?
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And really, he wouldn't be surprised if Wash never replied to his transmission at all, so. ]
Wow. We got a damn expert here, people.
Your talents are probably wasted on tech support.
perma anonymous; text
I'm sensing some sarcasm.
perma not-anonymous because he's not a paranoid ike you; text
Really?
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[ he's only mildly talking out of his ass. ]
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[ you remember doncha ]
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And you were giving me lip for doing the same?
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I could be an expert.
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Not as much of one as me though.
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[ YOU DON'T KNOW WHO YOU'RE DEALING WITH. DON'T TELL HIM WHAT HE CAN'T DO. ]
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And let me tell you, I'm pretty great at this stuff.
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Which, I mean. It usually is.
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Not always, though?
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[ fucking holographic locks ]
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Keep your chin up, champ. You'll get there.
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