Chapter XVIII
“General, I wanted to report that we have caught an arms trader operating in the TSZ.” You say over a secure channel. “Also he’s probably involved in weapons smuggling and I believe he has ties to the civilian government. He’s known as *Cod* in the local criminal underworld” You add, somewhat reluctantly as if you expected something bad will happen. But this is the right thing to do, you guess.
“Herr Westgard those are some serious claims, ties to the civilian government could be a problem.” General Vogler replies, he seems a bit skeptical. “I’ll have someone investigate this further, but this could be a major problem if that is true. Politics tend to be a messy business.”
“My further involvement isn’t required Herr General?”
“No, you’re already busy enough with the bombings. That should be your priority.” He explains coldly.
“These two cases could be linked to each other Herr General, the arms trader may have helped with smuggling in the explosives.”
“If they are you will be informed of any findings. I’ll make sure the investigation into this Dorszowski will be thorough, and that we know all about his contacts and trade before he faces the firing squad.”
“Understood, Westgard out.”
*
You enter a room in the local ECK HQ basement, inside it McKay is waiting. He looks as transhuman as always.
“How is the investigation into Miss Durante going?” You ask Adam.
“The subject of Miss Durante has been sufficiently explored. The paymasters of the female in question remain obscured.” The cyborg hacker tells you, his voice’s machine-like tone echoing in your mind.
“What do you mean?”
“A long time ago, in the dark age before the first true network begun functioning, Marshall McLuhan said that computer networks will turn the world into a global village.” He explains in his typical serious manner, Otto and Sarah seem barely capable of holding their laughter. “The case of Nattapong’s Book Emporium proves his claims were accurate.”
“How so?” You ask curious as to what he found.
“A book store in Thailand, buying online services from Morocco, importing books from Zimbabwe, Venezuela and even Georgia. The money trail is long, but then you notice it is not a trail at all. It is a web, connecting dozens of places around the world.” Adama tells you. “The system isn’t outright visible, the patterns emerge only when you try to trace hundreds of thousand transactions, between over seventy companies, across the international banking system and various *secure* p2p currency systems. Then you realize these inconspicuous enterprises scattered across the planet seem strangely interconnected. A global village hidden within a global village.”
“So what are you saying?” You interrupt him with a query. “You found some sort of money laundering network?”
“That is a possibility, but the sophistication of this one implies a higher tier operation. It is probable that the creators of this *system* of payments belong to a powerful criminal syndicate, work for a major corporation or a government.” His words confirm your fears, these bombings could be part of some high-stakes games, possibly funded by Russians.
You sigh. “That only narrows the group of suspected organizations down by three or four groups.” You say quite disappointed with his findings. “At least we know that the locals aren’t behind this, doubt they have the resources for a global operation.”
“Ah, a global intrigue, perhaps we will go chase this mystery around the globe. To Bali perhaps? I hear it is quite lovely this time of the year.” Richter comments, he seems to like the prospect of traveling.
“Well some sunshine would be good, I might as well get some tan while I’m on duty.” Sarah joins in. “All this snow is making me rather pale.” She adds.
“The matter at hand is serious and you are making jokes.” Gefreiter Bosch scolds them. “We need to find the person responsible and bring him to justice, that is our objective. Do not forget about our duty.” She seems a bit too serious. Then again she is right, you do need to find those damn terrorists.
“Right, the fatherland demands we deal with this problem. What will we do now Frau Feldwebel?” Richters asks you.
“Well McKay,” you ask the SysOp, “can you narrow it down to something we can investigate?”
“A possibility of such action exists, the odds of success are unknown. Nevertheless I will make the attempt, expect a message when I will find something.” Adam tells you.
“Good, perhaps Miss Durante will be eager to tell us something. Where is she?”
“She has been put into a perpetual and reversible anti-conscious state.”
“So she’s drugged up and in a coma?” You ask to confirm your suspicions.
“Yes, I shall make contact with the medical professional supervising her well-being in our subterranean holding area.” The hacker replies. “If you wish to initiate a verbal exchange with her that is.”
“Tell him I want to interrogate her.”
“Affirmative.”
You walk down into what can be described as the ECK Danzig Dungeon. A bland looking hall engulfed in perpetual twilight due to the minimalistic electric lighting installed. A weak blue-tinted glow reflects of the rather generic floor tiles and doors, it provides you with the bare minimum of visibility needed to avoid bumping into the walls or other obstacles. It is a rather unspectacular sight for such a restricted area.
Eventually behind one of the doors you meet up with the Doctor. He is what you could expect from a Europa Cyber-Krieg medical expert, well almost. Sure, like any old doctor he’s wearing a white coat. He also has some tools, well a utility-limb to be exact but this one is covered in a synthetic skin-like surface. Whatever dextri-arms it has are hidden in compartments beneath its surface, it looks artificial but only upon close inspection. A far cry from the outright industrial looking cybernetic appendages of McKay or even your cold black ArmStrong cyberlimb for that matter.
There’s a sophisticated three-lens multi-spectral camera adorning his head, it is mounted just above his left ear. It keeps fidgeting left and right, monitoring the Doctor’s surroundings like an ever-vigilant watchdog, one that doesn’t want to disappoint its master. It is pretty obvious that the whole thing is grafted onto his shiny bald skull and connected directly to his brain.
“Well, the camera looks impressive.” You comment while observing the hi-tech gadget.
“It certainly is, all the latest in Sidic’s new tech.” The lenses turns towards you and start rotating making an electrical whir as he replies. “Even allows me to have my eyes behind my back so to speak.” He jokes. “You are Ida Westgard are you not? And that is your squad yes?”
“Yes, well a part of it anyway. You’re obviously a doctor, the one I was supposed to look for.”
“Not just a doctor, I am *the* Doctor. At least that’s how they call me in this cybernetic establishment on the Baltic coast. No need to have more than one doctor around, so it’s just me and the assistant. Yes just me and the assistant. But he’s not a doctor, not to mention *the* Doctor.” He muses a bit. “The name is Erwin Seitzinger, ECK implant surgeon - class IV, the Doctor.” Finally he introduces himself.
“I heard you have been taking care of our Spanish patient, how is she?” You ask Doctor Seitzinger.
“Totally cut off from the world around her in a perpetual REM state sustained by regular doses of pharmaceuticals. Don’t worry, that’s all perfectly safe. I swore to do no harm after all. Yes no harm at all.”
“Right, how long will it take to wake her up?”
“About five minutes, I’ll assist you in the process.”
“Wasn’t McKay supposed to do this? Well he suggested we could try this.”
“Well he could, but I have more experience and a med school degree. Also he’s not really a people person, that helps a lot in such endeavors.” Erwin explains. “Oh yes indeed it does.” He says quietly as if to himself while nodding his head. The camera seems to pitch up and down with every nod of the Doctor’s head as if it itself was also nodding.
“Wake her up.” You tell him in a cold formal tone.
After about two minutes the young woman opens her eyes. At first she tries to look around with her partially-closed eyes, as if waking after a night of partying wondering if it is morning already and if she should bother waking up. Then she realizes where she is, or rather where she still is. The Doctor stares at her with a friendly although a bit menacingly looking grin on his face. His camera is pointed right in her face. Naturally, she begins to panic. The terror is clearly visible on her face.
“Now now miss, no need to be scared. We just want to talk. The good officer here will ask some questions.” Erwin tells the Spanish hacker.
“Can you people just let me go? I told you all I knew.” She says quietly, whimpering like a scared animal cowering in a corner with its back against the wall.
“I am not entirely convinced Miss Durante.” You say coldly. “You are involved in a very serious crime, over twenty people have died.”
“I didn’t kill those people!” She cries. Sarah seems a bit unsettled by this whole scene, as does Gefreiter Richter. However Otto almost manages to hide that, he tries to look professional, unfazed. But he’s faking it, you know it. Why is he faking it, and for that matter is he faking anything else? What is he hiding beneath this facade? Who is he really and who are his *friends*?
You look at Claudia Bosch next, the last of the rookies. She doesn’t really mind it seems, a cold and professional aura radiates from her stance and the serious “no bullshit” look on her face. Completely unsympathetic to the plight of the sobbing young woman restrained on the metal chair. Some would question this lack of empathy, the inhumanity of it all. But here in the army there can be no remorse, no regret and no mercy. The enemy will show you none, it looks like Frau Bosch understands that well. The others, well they will have to learn it or perish.
“You see Carla,” you say after a moment of contemplation - the blue glow of the monitors reflects off your face, “we’re not entirely convinced. So we’ll do this the hard way.”
“But I told you everything!”
“You can tell us who hired you, how they contacted you and why. Or we’ll make use of all those cables plugged into that nervous system of yours.”
“I don’t know! There were just emails, anonymous calls, you know the usual stuff. So long as I was paid I didn’t ask questions. That is part of the job.”
“I am not convinced,” you say before turning your head in Erwin’s direction, “start her up doc.”
His finger hovers in front of the screen, with one swift upwards motion a gauge on the display shifts from 0 to 40. Then his finger moves to a different place, making another move as if he was pressing an invisible button that was floating somewhere in the air. The screen responds by an indicator changing its color from red to green. Nearly instantly Carla reacts.
“No, stop!” She screams, frantically twitching in the chair from the pain.
“We need incentive first, who hired you?!” You yell at her.
“I don’t… I don’t know!” She barely manages to say that, the stimuli from the machine makes that hard for her.
“You lie!” You yell at her again. “ Doc turn it up.”
The Doctor strokes his finger upwards again. The screen and the machine respond.
“Help! Put this fire out, please!” She starts choking, the machine tricks her mind into believing somebody set her ablaze. “I don’t know…. a thing… honestly!” She cries, barely able to say a word.
“Who hired you?! Who?!” You shout relentlessly.
“I don’t… know! Ho… honestly.” She stutters.
“Turn it up!” You order.
“I don’t think that will help” The Doctor protests.
“Do it! Now!” You insist.
He yields under your pressure, the machine switches the stimuli level to 80 at his command.
A load shriek permeates the room. Sarah and Otto are greatly disturbed, even you and the Doctor feel uneasy. But this was necessary. The Spanish hacker loses consciousness a moment later.
“Well she’s out.” Erwin says after sighing. “I don’t think she knew anything.” He proclaims.
“We should try again.” Claudia says, this whole ordeal doesn’t seem to have impressed her even one bit.
“I agree. She may still be hiding something.” You add.
“No, if she was a trained agent she could possibly withstand up to 100 *pain units*. Oh how I loathe that term. I loathe it so so much.” The Doctor complains as if talking to himself. “Either way to continue this would be futile, not to mention morally dubious.”
Well, he does have a point you guess. The people behind this seem to have considerable resources, it is probable that the girl was only decoy. All this trouble for some minor lead, but at least McKay found something. Now you just need to see where that will take you.
*
You walk pass an electronics store, although you wonder what it is doing in a place like this. It’s barred like a fortress, perhaps giving away all too well what Neufahrwasser is all about. Ohra-Heibuden-Neufahrwasser the Danzig triangle of crime, although the districts are rather far from each other. The shadier elements have defined the character of those places for decades.
“I heard that this is where sailors used to hang out, back before the massive concrete islands and peninsulas of the DCT and other modern port facilities were built.” Richter starts musing about the past. “A hundred years ago this was one of the only places in Poland which allowed for some contact with the world beyond the Iron Curtain.”
“Didn’t do it much good it seems.” You comment.
“No, not at all. Due to that an illegal currency black market emerged and not only that. Drug trade and organized crime also sprung up, apparently the local communists had deals with the gangs which is why they could exist and thrive.”
“You seem to know an awful lot about the history of the local area. Are you from around here?” Sarah asks.
“No, not at all. I merely read a few things here and there.”
A second later Claudia starts running for some reason. After a moment you noticed why she is running, someone is holding a knife at some person’s throat. Looks like a nasty mugging.
You needed to act quickly. You can let the Gefreiter try to get close and disarm the thug, assuming she can handle it. Then you may also fire a warning shot and order the scumbag to surrender. Or just shoot him, however that last option could result in shooting Claudia or the victim by accident.
*
The morning after, the encounter in Neufahrwasser was unpleasant but it is now over. However the Major has just contacted you, it looks like something else has happened. You meet him in his office.
“Herr Major what seems to be the problem?”
“The General has learned of *Cod’s* case. He’s currently engaged in a heated argument between him and the civilian authority. Also there are about two hundred people protesting in front of his HQ in Gdingen.”
“This isn’t a coincidence now is it?”
“No, no it is not. But here is the deal. You have proven yourself to be quite capable, maybe the investigation isn’t going all too well. But your service record and the recent trip to Spain prove that your way up the Europareich Bundeswehr ranks is based on merit rather than politics or luck.”
“I do my duty Herr Major, nothing more nothing less.”
“True, but let me get to the point. This situation is going to escalate unless we deal with it. You managed to deal with the angry mob in the refugee camp, now you’ll need to face the protesters. However alternatively you may try Plan B.”
“That being what exactly Herr Major?”
“The protesters will most likely not go away, you can stand there day and night but they’ll try to cause trouble in Gdingen or elsewhere for that matter. Sooner or later this will end badly for all of us. We need to get rid of the source. We need to discredit the “Strong Poland” fraction here in the TSZ. I want you to bust into their party headquarters in Zoppot and search for anything tying them to Dorszowski or another thug.”
“Are you suggesting a break in Herr Major? That would be illegal.”
“Yes, but legality isn’t something the local politicians are concerned with it seems. Consider this karma. This would also help in stabilizing the TSZ and ensuring you, me and the General don’t end up in Siberia. Your experience in Spain and the training you received should help.”
“Two of my men are in the hospital Herr Major, two of my men that have also helped me in Spain.”
“You don’t need them, take the Unteroffizier or someone else. Whether there are two or four of you is irrelevant, just do your job and find something. That way we can deal with this problem before it costs us both our careers or lives.”
You will…
1)…deal with the mob in front of the TSZ Garrison Command HQ.
2)…break into the “Strong Poland” party HQ in Zopott.
For the second task (assume it will win) pick up to three people starting with the one you want to go with you the most. Also say how many of them you want to accompany you from 0-3.
Available personnel: Muller, Mazowiecka, Richter, Beauvis, Bosch (assuming you don’t shoot her if you vote B), Osterhagen, Smith.
Regarding the encounter in Neufahrwasser…
A)…you let Gefreiter Bosch deal with him in close-quarter combat.
B)…you fired a warning shot and ordered him to surrender.
C)…attempt to shoot the thug.