The NSA.
The most famous name and acronym for the National Security Agency. Outside of the U.S.A nobody knew who the National Security Agency were by that name, only nodding heads once their infamous acronym was muttered. Everyone knew them as the largest legal intelligence organization of the United States government, responsible for global monitoring, collection, and processing of information and data for foreign intelligence and counterintelligence purposes. The NSA is concurrently charged with protection of U.S. government communications and information systems against penetration and network warfare. It was said that there was no limit to their invasive nature; scanning and cataloguing every electronic piece of information available to their nosey fingertips.
Julius casually made them look like a twelve year old placing a cup against a door.
Mid-hack, Operations Command
The day was like any other, so far. Crammed with government procedure, eliminating new and existing threats, and typically doing what he had done for the last few decades of his life. Many people thought that people in this type of job would have a variety of working days, something new, something different every day... In reality it was less novel: similar situations but with different people. A simpler term existed. The same shit but with different idiots. There were only so many terrorists you could deal with before that too became mundane. But Julius hadn't worked a 40 year professional life for fun. He had worked it because nobody was as good as he, his missing eye would angrily argue even he wasn't good enough sometimes.
"Cole, run me those simulations on-"
Suddenly the Secretary of Defense was cut into, a voice chiming through his personal channel.
> Secretary, we have an active situation in elevator #73, Micheal Lewis has triggered behavioural detection systems. Out of character breathing, vocals, and physical movements - Suggest security immediately- <
Julius cut in and immediately patched into the elevator feed, listening and watching the audiovisual input and taking out his own personal phone. He looked at the screen and started recording. It was always good to have copies.
"What the hell!"
"Stop! Hey! STOP!"
"Shut up."
"I know you!"
"Yes yes, Shogun blah blah. Stop with yell, it echo very loud."
"What the hell are you doing?!? Let me go!"
He balled up a fist and punched himself in the mouth.
"I said stop with yell."
The Shadow of D.C felt his ire build, something which only happened in private. He was a fraction of a picosecond away from alerting security, his palm even hovering over the silent alarm.... Until he saw they were coming up.... And up... Ninety five floors really was a lot. Julius continued recording.
"How are you doing this?"
"Electricity. Somatic system, it make bioelectric field. Hijack axion action potential. Human body just.. biological nanites. Strigidae know many biohack."
"What?"
"Never Mind. You not understand anyway."
Julius watched as a useless security guard walked him toward the server banks. He's fired. Was the first instinct Julius had, it was clear the man was in distress and the guard had let him walk straight in? Terrible lapse in security. Julius clicked a single button open his desk and remotely began viewing the command terminal from his computer in secret, watching as Micheal searched, recording the entire ordeal on his own personal mobile phone as a secondary piece of evidence.
>False Flag
>Julius Jones
>New World Order
>Jean Quentin
>Illuminati
>Alexander Donn
>HAARP
Suddenly Julius heard someone in his ear, knowing other defensive experts were watching and most likely in disbelief that julius had not shut this down already.
> Secretary, he's stealing data. This breach is ill advised and could cost- <
The Wall cut in and spoke to the colleagues, his fingers typing commands in response to what Ivana was requesting.
>I'm planting trackers as we speak. All this data will do is lead us straight back to where Ivana is hiding. You all know Michael hasn't got top level security clearance, we won't loose anything groundbreaking that we haven't already lost in the past<
At least he hoped not. There was far too much data streaming to interpret everything right now even for a man like Julius. For now, however, all that Julius could do was feel a very real sense of morality. He had trusted Ivana, beyond his advisers advice. She was going to not incur the wrath of the United States Government. No, but of Julius Jones - The Original Operative.
"I think you are making a big mistake."
"What the hell are you doing?"
Then he put the barrel to his temple.
"Oh god oh god ohgodohgodohgod."
People roared into Julius' ear again.
>SIR, he is going to kill himself! We need to stop this!!<
Julius' reply was blunt.
>Shut up.<
"I make big mistake? No. You make big mistake Michael. You run big mouth when you should shut the **** up."
"Oh Jesus I'm sorry I didn't mean it I-"
His thumb pulled back the hammer.
...
Ivana laughed at him.
As Michael hit the floor, the room fell silent and nobody voiced their concerns into his ear. Nobody spoke, even the wind outside slowed down for a few moments. For a time, the entire world of Julius Jones was unmoving. Fixed, forever in the moment that trust he had imparted upon a mercurial woman was so obviously broken. Even a baby would have realized that Ivana would betray him, yet Julius had trust her regardless.
Time moved on. And Julius spoke.
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