[ooc: As usual, not native speaker, so feel free to correct, used to write lots of stories, the company training in cologne left me with some freetime, so here´s another story, have fun reading^^]
The Cologne Diaries
I´m in the office early, not something I do often but my schedule is packed tight. There are pros and cons about having living space here in the labyrinth, New York is expensive as hell, there´s no way I pay a fortune for a cockroach infested shoebox... Thanks to climbing the ranks my rooms are somewhat decent. I pay more attention to may coffee than the young girl in front of me. I hate Kirsten for this, when did they determinate, I should deal with the “newbees”? It´s way to early for any kind of social interaction that requires anything else than cutthroat business behavior..
I give her the quick version: Go to Kingsmouth, stay alive, try to die not to often, gain experience and if you stay alive long enough, you will be invited to the parties.... Celldwellers music matches how I feel just a bit to perfect: good luck, you´re fucked, we all feel sorry for you now.... Sarcasm at it´s best. Thanks to the fact I´m only here to finish things up before heading off on an assignment, I´m not in uniform or any normal clothes. Geary gave one of the older uniforms, referred to as slayer, looks like a bit like the old world war two uniforms, I really like the way it kinda scares people, especially if I use a German accent, but well this morning went like burn your throat with coffee and blindly pick something. So it´s an old t-shirt with a bandlogo and cargopants... The playlist changes to Nachtmahr and Rammstein and I hand the girl a phone, some maps and explain her how to travel via agharta. The influx of so many new recruits means more expanses in terms of weapons, so they put me on the task to get cheep and at the same time high quality merchandise.
I ignore the girls chatter, make the necessary purchases and to get her finally out of my office send a copy of my playlist to her phone. Thank Gaia, I payed or IT-Guru Cassini enough drinks to give acces to the autogenerated mailresponses to agentreports.
Director De la Guardia tells me about his problems with the recruits and I hand him a list of the purchases. He seems pleased. The man has a very nice skillset, but his blind enthusiasm is dangerous. As if we were not all expendable, no matter how useful... Funf Fact: The guy can cook, and if you don´t mind talking always about weaponbuget, you get a first class Spanish meals.
I´m supposed to join some agents in cologne, the purple nuisance obviously got wind about some occult artifacts. It´s part politics and part putting the purple back in place. Great, lectures and politics.... I can´t be the only agent they have, who speaks German... Hell, part of the Illuminatiorigins stems from Germany...
Kirsten can´t still be pissed about the newsbroadcast from Tokyo.... The whole city is one big supernatural clusterfuck, ancient bored gods and conspiracies included. Anyway, I managed to redeem myself. Still, I met many fuck up people in my line of business, selling arms is´t a job for people with high morale, but these morninglightguys are something elese....
We meet at the hotel, training on business ethics for luminated GmbH. Nice cover.... There are two older agents who know the drill, the other two are starry eyed newbees. In my previous career I did business at the most dangerous places in the world, still, I hate this whole wading trough sewers and jump over lasergrids-shit...
I remember loosing bets with the cabal about the most stupid way to die. But hey, I sold this stuff for a living, so while our eager young colleges play the lavagame, I disarm the stuff. They look at me, like I stole their candy. Sorry, while I might have masochistic tendencies, being riddled with bullets or blown up isn´t something I do for excitement.
The purple nuisance and we are on race all over the damn city. We need to finish this up fast or the Templars and the Dragon will be in on this. Never used swords much for fighting, but this thing is pretty. The steel is blackend and there are rubies inlaid. I throw two purples to the groung with some chaosmagic and then shoot them in the head. I want to finish this and test out the hotelbar. One of the older agents grabs my shoulder and keeps me from sending the last of the purple trio off. The guy grabs the sword and melts. A freaking curse.... Which meas no quick pickup and send off the packet to HQ... We´re stuck here, guarding the damn sword until some specialist on curses at HQ finds out, how we can safely the the sword. We place some nice turrets and mines for our purple friends and watch the fireworks. Seriously, we are five against countless waves of Phoenician canonfodder. It´s a close call, when we receive the Intel. I opt for guarding the door, I´m pretty good with chaos, but not an avid reader of advanced magic rituals.... Of course, there´s blood involved and ancient Sumerian verses. No the lectures in the hotel make sense. If the name Dr. Klein wasn´t a promise for pain and sheer madness what else? I envy the two guys guarding the door. The other two, a man and a woman from Munich and Stuttgart have very strong accents, which won´t add up very well with ancient Sumerian language. So I get the spot to recite.
Wished I brought my cultist robes with me, unfortunately they are in the laundry... I swallow the sarcastic commentary my mind brings up and try to focus. We draw the rune on the floor with or blood, while our doorguards kill any unwanted visitors. I make a mental note about asking my cabals priest about asking how to recite with correct demeanor. To many sarcastic answers spared me the training on those subjects back at HQ, now I´m regretting it.
At least there´s no frankincense, never could stand the stuff. With forced calm I recite the text, watch the swords glow from doomish red to light green. One of my colleage bravely takes the sword – thankfully he does not melt. HQ finally spares us the wy back to the sewers, ther´s an helipad on one of the nearby buildings. There are two days left an unfortunately my wish for further training on ancient Sumerian get´s granted. My head feels more than packed, but knowledge ist power.
Afterwards I get to taste the menu of the hotelbar. Even did a little sightseeing. Why do they advertise those damn Cuckooclocks here? Cologne isn´t exactly the Black Forest or near the alps... Ignorance is bliss. If these people would know how close the end of days realy is, the wouldn´t hunt for silly souvenirs, but building bunkers in their basement. A sardonic smile shows on my face, time to go back, there´s a round of fightclub scheduled. No matter what color you wear, everyone needs a good beeating and the drink after sometimes.
The little girl did well in Kingsmouth and is now Gearys problem. I already have five agents I´m responsible for, one is the factions wetdream soldier, the rest is a bombspecialist of questionable ideology, a wannabe celebrity with charismaskills off the chart, a witch with issues, who never denies a good drink, especially if I pay, and a cat burglar with almost too much inerest in the secret world. My own version of “the expendables”.... Note to self: Need a misfits tee....
Why am I writing this? No idea. You wake up every morning, deciding who you be today... Cortesy to one of the agents I was in cologne with. What will be remembered of me? I don´t exist officially, while I can agree with the Illuminati cooperate model, the cabal is an opposite model, I like the come as you are idea. Hell, am I thinking about moral concepts? Guess I´m leaving these notes at the cabalquarters. Time for finishing answers to my agents and taking care of that nice sake I got in Tokyo.