Sometimes We Eat Our Own
by Justin Oldham
The following is transcribed from an audio recording taken from a classified microscopic eavesdropping device. Metafiles have been attached as
necessary to provide the committee members with instant briefing.
I’d like to thank the committee for this opportunity to address what you all must regard as a terrible breach in our security. Before I go any
further, I must remind everyone in this room that [redacted] and
the rules that govern
classified information handling are still in effect. All recordings systems must be stopped or paused at this time.
The 'incident' that brought us all here took place after my team successfully re-introduced the
edited JFK film tootage. I'd also like to remind the
committee that, under my supervision, we successfully released an original copy of the
Declaration of Independence without any complications. I'm
not making any excuses for what happened, I'm just telling you that we've done good work in the past and we'll do more if you can get past this
anger of the moment.
This isn't the first time that one of our operations has been compromised by agencies or individuals unknown to us. We've all made mistakes. I
wasn't told about the new
RFID action plan. Under different
circumstances, I'd say that I was sabotaged. Now that I've been briefed, I'm enclined to think that we may have been infiltrated. Hold on. Give
me a moment. I’m prepared to explain.
As per
directive 43 the special branch activated my team just five days ago. We were tasked with running
down a routine
COINTELPRO hoax that had some degree of truth to it. It was a
light-weight mission, and I was looking forward to giving my people something easy to do for a change. I’m sure all of you can remember what it was
like to be in the field.
The specialists traveling with me were taken under surveillance as our plane landed in [redacted]. The committee would be wrong to assume that we'd
let our guard down because this was supposed to be a milk run. The rest of my team converged on the designated rally point by different routes and
means of transportation. As we assembled, we all thought we were being watched. As you know, our teams routinely work under the noses of the CIA,
NSA, and Homeland Security. It's not unusual to be tailed by somebody from National Intelligence, or even some of the more ambitious conspiracy
theorists who sometimes write about us on various web sites.
As per published procedure, we attempted to evade our observers. Within six minutes of movement, we lost our flankers to plain-clothes intercept.
There was a problem with communications, so we didn't get their last transmissions. If we had, things might have turned out differently. As it was,
we had to assume that we'd been made. On my orders, the team scattered to begin the normal escape-and-evade process.
It's clear to me now that the operators who crossed our paths had a lot of experience dealing with class-five infiltrators. Our use of advanced
tactics didn’t slow them down. They were just as unmarked as we were. They were just as careful. In spite of the problems we were having, I chose
to complete my mission. I don't think there's anyone in this room who would've backed off. Hiding is one thing. Running away is something else.
It was ,after all, supposed to be a simple sneak-and-peek.
Two of my analysts got nailed while driving out of town in a rental car by a hinky road block. They had more than enough time to describe it to me
before they were taken in to custody by what appeared to be State Troopers. As you know, we haven’t seen them since. The remote location and
ambush-convenience of the check point lead me to believe at that time that we were being hunted. As you might expect, I gave the appropriate
orders.
I closed on the suspect location with my best people, and we staked it out. Within two hours, the rest of my active roaming personnel had been
neutralized by what were at that time forces unknown. Based on some of the random radio chatter, we knew that gunfire was involved. As you'll see
from the after-action reports filed by the survivors, there was in fact a sniper-on-sniper incident near [redacted]. My man got two of theirs, for
which I'm not at all sorry.
We chose to enter the suspect location after dark, using the local rainy conditions as additional cover. That's when we were engaged. They had
three snipers set up to take us in cross-fire. That fact alone told us that we might be dealing with one of our our field groups, or somebody like
us. We dropped smoke and flashed counter-signs as per published procedures. There was no lulll in the action.
Yes, we broke with procedure. We had automatic weapons. I'm not going to make any apologies for that. Some times, these little errands you send us
on aren’t hoaxes. Sometimes, they’re very real. The opposition outnumbered us, and they were clearly trying to take us alive. I don't have to
remind any of you what happened the last time one of us got taken as a hostage. It was our six against their fifteen, and we didn't hold anything
back. Their comms were open, like they expected us to say something, but we never heard a peep from them.
The hard drives we found at the target location were easy enough to decrypt and read. Contents were uploaded to the specified devices that you can
see listed in my report. I don't know why those archives are now missing, but I’m prepared to turn over backups which we made in the
field...assuming that the committee needs to be bargained with.
Time wasn’t on our side. Even if the aggressors didn’t know why we were there ,they had to know that we’d been on site long enough to
accomplish our mission. I tripped the silent alarm operated by that business. I had my people turn their guns on the local P.D. when they arrived.
There’s nothing quite like putting two dozen rounds in to a cop car to stir the pot. We used the chaos to escape. It’s altogether possible that
the aggressors slipped away at the same time.
By the looks on your faces, I can see that some of you are skeptical. You’re asking yourselves, why didn’t he go online or tap regional
communications to send a distress call? I didn’t do it because I’m not stupid. The bad guys had our local comms, so why couldn’t they just as
easily have access to more? If I had called for help, somebody on this end would’ve wanted a sitrep, and I would’ve given my opponents all the
intell they neeed to finish what they started.
Besides, everybody knows that kind of thing is a career ender. Anyone who has to call for the black helicopters to come and save them gets cancelled,
and I know it. Everybody who works for me knows it, too. The operators who nailed us probably didn’t plan on such a rough night. If you’re
going to judge me, take that in to account. They didn’t take anyone from my team who could compromise this organization.
We put the torch to the business we’d penetrated, with all the usual signs of arson. As you can see from a newspaper search, they’re calling a
burglary gone bad. We did get away, but only because they let us get away. I want all of you to understand that. We didn’t have much gear, and we
moved fast. Even so, we kept getting sighted by their skirmishers. Please. I’m almost done. Save your questions.
We left [redacted] and stole a car. We headed south, trading vehicles two more times that night. Conservative recon let us get the drop on another
very convenient State Trooper checkpoint that just happened to be out in the middle of nowhere. That’s when I made the decision to forage. We
back-tracked. Because I thought we were bugged, I had my people lose all their gear. We broke in to several homes along the way to get fresh clothes
and other things we might’ve needed.
I’m well aware of the fact that many of you think I’m lying about the data backups from the mission. You think that I can’t lay may my hands
on it because I ditched my equipment in the field. I’m sure you’ve wasted your time questioning the other members of my team. I can’t keep you
from disposing of them for what you see as failure, but I can discourage you from doing anything rash to me.
We didn’t fail. I don’t know who made your hard drives disappear, but I can tell you that the data on them was recovered under less than ideal
conditions. .The people responsible for the COINTELPRO hoax I was sent to verify were guessing. They’re right, but they don’t know it. My
suspicion is that the people sent to stop me had some other goal in mind. We lose field teams all the time. Whenever that happens, it means that
somebody with a high security rating has something to hide.
I’m just going to come out and say it. Somebody in this room has something to hide, and its not me. I’ve probably gotten too close to some truth
that’s “inconvenient.” Who knows? I may have even stumbled on to a plot to do away with this committee. You’ve got my complete report. You
know what I did to get away and to get back here. If I was guiltly, you’d be talking to an empty chair. So? What’s it going to be? Are we
going to get to the bottom of this? Or, will we eat one of our own?
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