I fic I can do while at uni (So I don't have to wait till I get home to update a fic). Based on 24, Events occur in real time
Summary: Hey, I am John Macintyre and I am a member of the huntsclan. I was sent to New York to investigate the theory that one of its memebers were associating with the American Dragon. Amidst my investigations things began going wrong. Bad things happened. It ended up with me having to work with people I never figured id have to work with to survive the day. Magical Creatures. This is John Macintyre, and this is the story of the longest day of my life...
I watched as my train pulled in to New York Station. It was a rainy day that day and the low dark clouds seemed to cover what could have been visible of the New York Skyline. The view from the train wasn’t particularly great. I stood up as the train approached the station. I stumbled a bit due to the inertia of the decelerating train, but I managed to keep my balance and walk to the train doors where I was able to hold on to a handle for support. I was carrying a suitcase, actually it was more then a suitcase, it was an invention of mine. Any object that is placed in this suitcase would dilate in 3 Dimensions, seemingly becoming, but a fraction of its previous size. This way one could fit massive amounts of goods into this suitcase.
It seemed to take an eternity for the train doors to open. I took a look at my watch. It read 7:02. I was 30 minutes late and I knew the New York Hunts clan would not be happy. When the train doors opened, I fought quickly stepped off the train onto the platform where I had to fight my way through a large crowd of commuters who wished to enter the train. It was hard work to make my way through the sea of people, but when I reached the stairs, I was finally provided with some relief, a clear walk up the stairs. I began power walking in a hurried fashion. I was late already, and I did not want to make myself more late. The rain made the streets wet and I wanted to be careful not to slip, but I also did not have an umbrella. It looked like I would have to walk in full mercy of the rain and get myself wet.
As I began to traverse the streets of Manhattan to reach my goal some 12 Blocks away, I began thinking of the reason of my presence in New York. I was sent in by hunts clan central down at Washington. Apparently the hunts clan had received intelligence that one of its members was working with the feared American Dragon. It was my job to investigate and find out who it was. True, I was a desk jockey, one who handled all the beurocratic processes which riffled behind the scenes in the hunts clan, but I was also skilled in investigation, which is why people felt I was suitable for the task. You may wonder what my job in the hunts clan exactly was? Well believe it or not, the paperwork that goes on and the jobs that go on behind the scenes is far greater in significance then our field agents realise. Every time someone slays a magical creature, we are at risk. Especially if they had managed to disguise themselves as a human in their everyday life. Every death had to be accounted for, whether it would be a hunts clan death, or magical creature. It was our job to cover up things, hide things. Police are going to know if someone has been killed, especially if they chose to be a part of society in the human world. We couldn’t tell the police the truth, so it would be our job to make sure that the death is accounted for an a law acceptable way. For example if the American Dragon were killed, people would realise his human form was missing. It would be our job to provide some sort of explanation for the disappearance. That’s just a fraction of the work we do behind the scenes. I won’t go into it with you very thoroughly, because its pretty tedious work, but just know how much importance people like me hold in the hunts clan.
Meanwhile the New York hunts master was growing impatient. He was strolling back and fourth in his lair. A young apprentice approached him quietly from the door.
“What is going on master?” he asked a little nervously as he saw how agitated the huntsmaster was.
“That damn beaurocrat from huntsclan central still hasn’t arrived” the hunts master growled impatiently. “He was supposed to be here 40 minutes ago. I thought these people were supposed to be efficient.” He continued.
“Shall I ring him then master?” the apprentice asked.
“Yes and tell him that If he doesn’t come10 minutes, He shouldn’t bother coming at all.” The huntsmaster continued, then he began mumbling under his breath.
“Yes Master” The apprentice replied taking out the phone. The hunts master stopped and watched as the apprentice walked out of the room.
“Damn beaurocrats” He grumbled to himself. “I knew he was going to slow things down here and I know he will slow things down further. If he does, I am going to make his Life a very bad one.
As I hurried my way along the packed street, just managing to avoid bumping into everyone, I felt the phone in my pocket start to vibrate. I slowed down a little bit in order to feel around in my pocket for the phone. After a few seconds of rummaging I managed to grab my phone and answer it.
“Hello?” I asked
“Hello, Mr Macintyre?” An unfamiliar voice asked on the other end.
“Yes it is” I replied.
“My master, the hunts master here at New York wishes to know how long you will be, he is getting impatient.”
“Im on my way now” I replied, starting to hurry. “I should be there in about 5 to 10 minutes.”
“Ok we are expecting you” The voice replied then the phone cut.
Damn it, they are growing impatient. I thought to myself as I put my phone back into my pocket, then began to run. I’ve got to get there in a hurry. I began running through the rainy street. Luckily for me the rain played its part in keeping people off the streets but unfortunately an empty street in downtown Manhattan seems to be a fictional idea. I came to a crossing with Traffic lights which required me to wait. I wasn’t planning on waiting and since there was a break in the cars, I decided to cross at that moment. I made my way down the street until I found Broadway. I was beginning to get nervous. I was late because the train that I was supposed to catch was cancelled and as a result I ended up having to catch a train 15 minutes later that would go the long way. As I rounded the next corner, the building came into view. I began to slow down and by the time a reached the foyer, I slowed to a walking pace.
I walked past the security desk, passed the main elevators towards the back of the building. Somewhere concealed towards the back of the building were the freight elevators which required a different pass code for each floor. What most commuters, staff or deliverers were unaware of was that there was also a secret code for a hidden sub basement level, which would take me to the hunts clans lair. I reached the freight elevator and looked at the keypad. I quickly looked around to make sure that nobody was around then I began typing in the code that Hunts clan central had given me. (Of course I could tell you what it was but then I’d have to kill you). Instantly the elevator doors opened and I walked inside. I peered at my watch once again. 7:17 AM. I was very late. The elevator began descending; there were 3 known basement levels and 1 unknown one below them. I waited patiently as the elevator continued its’ slow decent into the lair. When the elevator doors finally opened, I was staring into a long dark metal corridor. I walked into the darkness, I could heart the sound of my feet against the metal floors. The corridor had a sharp turn near the end and just after the turn there was a huge iron door with 2 hooded figures standing in front of.
“John Macintyre, Huntsclan Central” I spoke, showing them my ID. They took my ID and inserted it into some slot at the side of the door. It spend about 10 seconds as a light above it began flashing, then suddenly a ding sounded as it turned green.
“You may go through Mr Macintyre” One of the hunts clan field operatives instructed as he pressed some numbers on the keypad.
“Thank you” I replied collecting my ID and pocketing it.
I knew the place I was in. it was the central hub for all hunts clan facilities in New York as well as being the central office. This place contained all the teleportation pads, to all other New York hunts clan locations, including the academy, the centre of intelligence of the hunts clan and the prison.
A man greeted me upon entry.
“You must be Mr Macintyre?” he asked in a knowing voice.
“I am indeed” I replied.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you” he replied. “I have sent someone to inform the hunts master that you have arrived.”
“I am Mr Weroni By the way” He introduced himself. He then showed me to a seat where I could wait.
“I hope you don’t mind if I excuse myself” he continued. “I am a very busy person and I must get back to work.”
“That’s fine” I replied.
Not too long after that a door on the other side of the room opened. Out of the door walked a figure wearing a dragon skull on his head. He was walking quickly and purposefully. He approached where I was seated then he stopped. I stood up and held out my hand for a shake.
“I know, Mr Macintyre” he cut in growling. “And your very late.”
“Yes.. Im sorry about that..” I began but once again he cut in. “We don’t need you here, Mr Macintyre, the only thing you will be good for is to slow this place down and that is something we do not need, especially after the intelligence that I have just received. To be honest the only reason I accept you is because Hunts clan central specifically instructed me to, but lets make this clear. You work for me, follow my orders and if I catch you even thinking about deviating from my instructions I will have your head on the menu at the next academy lunch. Undertand?”
I was a little lost for words. He seemed very angry to have me around. I thought it was just due to the fact that I was late but I was eager to make up for that.
“Ok, Yes sir” I finally replied firmly.
“Also, If I catch you snooping about where you are not supposed to be, I will make sure you never leave here alive” he continued in his threatening tone.
“Ok, I understand” I replied.
“Good. I shall give you 24 hours to catch this mole. If you are unsuccessful before that time, you are out of here, understand?”
“Yes, I understand fully.” I replied. His anger was starting to get on my nervs. Field agents always seemed to belittle desk jockeys, but it’s their arse that we work hard to cover.
“We need this mole found in a hastily manner” The hunts master continued a little calmer this time. “Out latest intelligence confirms that the dragon council plan to attack these very premises quite soon. How they know about our location is something that we can only attribute to a suspected inside member.”
With that the hunts master started walking. “Do what you need to do, but do not harass my staff doing their jobs. I need full functionality. You know your access level, given to you in the documents from hunts clan central. I hope for your sake that you are as good as hunts clan central seems to say you are.” He then left the room leaving me standing here. I thought about what a jerk he was but I remembered that I had worked with less desirable people before. My bigger fear was what he told me, that the magical community planned to attack soon. I hoped my work would be done before they did.
Meanwhile back down in Washington. John Macintyre’s wife had had just woken up. Her kids were already up, a boy aged 6 and a girl aged 4 who were much more active then Mrs Macintyre wished. She sat down at the family room table with a cup of coffee and watched the children.
“Mum, Where has daddy gone this weekend?” Her son Graham asked.
“He is off on a business trip honey” She replied smiling. “He will be back on Monday.” She continued. She knew where he really was but both her and John had agreed not to tell them about Johns’ profession until they were much older. She continued watching them with a smile on her face, then she turned to read the paper. President Friton Jordan was in New York that day, he had some sort of meeting at the UN headquarters, some sort of Historical agreement was being signed there on that day. But that was page 3 News. The front page was taken up by an article from the latest rail accident in the District of Columbia, 8 killed several injured. Today didn’t seem to be the kind of day to read such news so she decided to skip to the horoscopes. She looked down to Scorpio to read hers, but it seemed that the Newspaper had a misprint and there was nothing under Scorpio.
“Hah seems like I don’t have a future” She laughed to herself.
She looked at her children again. When John was gone they were all she had, and she was all they had.
Suddenly she heard a small bang from outside. It was only small but it was enough to make her jump a little bit. She stood up out of her chair and looked towards the front door where the sound came from. ‘I wonder what that was?’ She thought to herself. She walked slowly towards the door. She didn’t get far. Suddenly the door burst open with one large bang, almost as if a charge was attached to the door. Following the bang a smoke grenade was thrown into the room making the visibility around the room very poor and several heavily armed men with Kevlar and riot shields came charging into the room.
“Mummy what’s happening?” the children started screaming and they held onto each other for comfort.
Suddenly one of the men used the butt of their rifle to hit Mrs Macintyre right in the head knocking her over.
“Mummy No” Both the children started screaming.
“Get them!!!!” One of the men yelled, as 2 others ran up to the children, put their hands over the children’s mouths and began to make their way towards the exit.
Mrs Macintyre looked up at them in fear. After gaining her composure a little bit, she recognised something about them.
“Wait… Your federal agents” She said to them in a soft choking tone.
“Heh your husband has no idea what he has gotten himself into” one of the men smirked pulling out a pistol and pointing it at her head.
“Wait… My children, you are not going to hurt them are you? What are you going to do with my children?” She asked frantically.
“You will never know” The man replied, his smirk getting even bigger, then he pulled the trigger to deliver the last shot, right between the eyes. With that he walked towards the exit. “We have the kidss, we can go back now” He ordered, just stopping at the doorway. “He has no idea” He repeated again just before exiting.
7:30 AM Back at the New York hunts clan central hub, I was still getting a feel for the joint. I walked into a room which had the hides of several magical creatures on the wall. I walked up to one that seemed to be a dragon of eastern origin and felt its skin. I shivered at the scales which I touched, but I rubbed my hand right down the hide to the end anyway.
‘Gah I have to stop getting side tracked’ I thought to myself and continued to the other side of the room. There were approximately 8400 Hunts clan in the entire new York Area, 3000 of them in Manhattan itself each one a potential suspect. I really needed to get going if I wanted to have any chance of finding the Mole. I knew that the best way to go would be to get access to the security cams around the complexes, but the video room was a no go for me. The Hunts master was really slowing me down in my search. I felt that I could either ask him for access to the room, which I knew he would say no, or I’d have to find a way in myself, which could have been risky but I knew that was my best shot to get this job done.
I turned around and walked back to the main foyer in the hope that I could find a map or something there which I could use to locate the video rooms and anywhere else secure that I knew I might need to have gone into despite the hunts master’s warnings. Unfortunately for security reasons, they did not have maps of the joints and I wasted quite a bit of time in the foyer looking for one. I eventually took my chances in asking a passing member who told me that if I wanted a map, I would have to ask for one at the front desk, but I would need a level 3 clearance to obtain a map. I had level 3 so I sighed in relief but I knew there would probably be some sort of paperwork to fill out or some sort of check in order to obtain a level 3 clearance item.
I walked up to the main desk in the northwest corner of the room.
“Hey do you guys have a map of the compound?” I asked.
“May I see your ID sir?” they asked and I gave it to them. They put it in another slot, similar to the one that was next to the door. After 10 seconds it was finished checking my ID and it beeped with a green light to indicate it had successfully scanned and I was cleared for level 3.
“Ok can you just sign here, here and here” They instructed pulling out 3 papers and handing it to me, “Then state the reason you want a map and how long you will need it for on this paper.”
I signed the papers they wanted me to, then put as my reason ‘To aid the speed of my investigation by helping me navigate.’ In the time I put 24 hours. ‘I will be booted from the case if I haven’t solved it by then anyway’ I remembered.
I took the map to the side of the room and opened it up. It took me a little while to find certain things, I looked through the key and tried to memorise most of it. The video room was easy to find. It was quite nearby. ‘Screw the hunts masters threats’ I thought to myself. ‘I shall gain access to that room if it kills me.’
I carefully folded the map and looked around. I knew I couldn’t carry my suitcase around with me especially while I was going to be accessing secure areas. I put the map in my back pocket, then walked back up to the desk.
“Hey do you have any lockers I could store my case in?” I asked.
“You can leave your case here sir, it will be secure.” He replied.
I placed my case on the desk and the man at the desk stood up and picked it up. He then took it below the desk and pushed it out of site.
“Your case is safe” he reassured me. I took a step back from the desk then turned around and walked towards the door on the left wall. I assumed that the hunts master would try to follow my movements around the place so I decided that a stealthy approach was best to take. I did realise that I, a desk jockey was going to attempt to out stealth the hunts clan field agents and that probability of success was very low. I walked through the door on the left wall and came into a dark hallway with an echoic resonance. I knew I had one advantage. I knew where the cameras were, even though they were hidden. In fact I knew the exact way nearly every single piece of technology that was used by the hunts clan worked. I was also one of the lead technological researchers for the hunts clan as well as being the lead investigator. Those 2 positions can come in handy for a job like this.
I looked around. The 1 way grate that I knew the cameras were behind were on the north and south of the hallway. I continued walking down. ‘No cameras are going to stop me in my investigation’ I thought to myself as I walked to the end of the hallway and into the room on the other end. It was a computer room, one which I had clearance to access and I knew that although these computers were not as fancy as some of the best they had, but all computers were connected into the hunts clan intranet, through which a skilled enough user could create all sorts of mischief, namely me.
“This computer room requires level 2 access rights” A man behind a desk at the front of the room said softly as I entered. He didn’t even look up when I came in.
I walked up to him and handed him my ID card. We underwent the same procedure of him scanning my card waiting for it to turn green and so fourth. I then had to fill out a form saying what I needed to use the computer for and how long I needed to use it. I wrote that I had to look through recent temp public access cover files to check if there had been any recent interactions between a hunts clan member and an outside party. For time I wrote 30 minutes. ‘Hmmm computers with level 2 access, shouldn’t be too hard to crack, to at least level 10 with no chance of trace in that time.’ I thought to myself. These computers required me to insert my card into a panel in the back. I did that and the computer booted and signed in as guest. I recognised the computers, they were about 2 years old, I remembered having one for my office for about 2 weeks before I got a better one.
I executed the command line processor on the computer and began snooping around the level 2 access features. I found name lists of all the members in the New York area, but any more info about them were restricted to level 5. I ran a small registry manipulation code to make the computer think that I had level 5 access, the code lasted for 3 minutes, then reverted and was untraceable just so long as no one noticed what I was doing during the short time I had tricked the computer. I looked through the name lists and the personal details of the members. After performing a few useful filters and sorts, which would reveal to me some personal information about the hunts master here, I found that he had a niece in the hunts clan by the name of Rose. She also had 2 cousins, who seemed to be code named 88 and 89. I kept sorting through. A few of names I recognised from a recent transfer document. A few weeks ago a large amount of hunts clan staff were transferred to here and many others transferred away. I thought that that kind of mass exchange could be part of the reason the hunts master felt things were running slow and was a little edgy. As well as the fact now that he received word that this very complex could be attacked by magical creatures at any moment.
I soon lost interest in the list of hunts clan members and started to snoop around other level 5 areas. I ran a small time freeze code on the PC so that it could not record the time or date any of the last files were accessed. I looked through some minor management documents but I still found nothing interesting. Level 10 was what I needed. Level 10 would give me access to the central camera mainframe and although I could not extract any camera feed or information to a remote terminal, I could control the cameras in my favour to make access to the room a lot easier. Level 10 would also allow me to run a command that could upgrade my clearance level to at least level 7 but there was no way I could just trick the computer again like I did before, cause if a remote computer accesses a level 10 or higher its set to ring a bell in the head office. I had to be careful. I needed to access level 10 without the system realising that I accessed the level. So instead I implemented the same tricking code, but this time, I tricked the system into thinking that I only had level 2 clearance. Now the terminal itself could only access level 2 restricted functions even if I hacked into level 10, but that doesn’t matter cause the camera control is on a different system, and the different system would recognise it as level 10.
I sent in a request for level 10 clearance from the computer to the main computer, but I was able to implement a code to mask it as a level 3 clearance on a level 2 computer. The systems administrator, saw that I had a level 3 card approved it thinking that I wanted level 3 clearance when in reality he approved my level 10 clearance. I then got all the security cameras between here and the camera room to loop over their last 10 minutes of feed then stop recording. I also accessed the Clearance mainframe and upgraded my card to level 7 clearance. The tricking code would run out soon, which would mean the computer would realise that it was running on level 10 instead of level 2 and a bell would ring in the main office. I immediately sent a request to the systems administrator to cancel my level 10 clearance (Disguised as level 3) and hoped he would process it before the code ran out. He approved just 2 seconds before the code ran out. I took my card out of the back and thanked the man in the lab room for allowing me to use the computer. I then stood up and made my way to the exit. ‘Time to go to the video room.’ I thought to myself.
The hunts master stood in his little room waiting for someone. He was the head of the field division of the New York hunts clan and he was charged with the mission to slay the American Dragon, which he placed upon his niece, Rose. After about 1 minute of his musings, The door opened and in walked a blonde girl, also known as Rose. She was one of the hunts mans most prized members, not only being his niece but also one of the most skilled members of the clan.
“You rang for me master?” Rose asked willingly.
The hunts master looked down for a second then sighed.
“What is wrong master?” She asked.
“Rose…” He replied softly. Then stopped then he spoke up again, louder this time. “Apparently there are some sewer trolls nearby willing to give us some payment for information on the planned magical creature attack. I need you to bring them in as soon as possible.”
“Yes Master” Rose replied heading towards the door which led to where she kept her hunts clan uniform.
“And Rose..” he said again softly.
“Yes?” She asked stopping.
“Nothing” The hunts master sighed. Rose could see that he was disturbed about something, but couldn’t figure out what.
I slowly edged my way along the hallway, looking for anyone who might want to inhibit my entrance to the video room. The entrance was largely unguarded by guards as they relied on the use of security cameras to try and spot any undesirables that might want to try and enter the room. I slowly pulled my ID out of my pocket. Standard procedure meant that anyone with level 6 Access or higher could gain access to the camera room. Before I got a chance to insert my card into the slot next to the door, my cell phone began ringing. I fumbled around in my pocket for it for a second, then managed to grab it, open it and put it up to my ear.
“Run… Get out of there, get out of the building, head straight to JFK and get out of the country and maintain a low profile…. You have no idea what you’re in… any ofe events that will happen today.” With that, the phone went dead. I couldn’t work out who it was, the voice was slightly familiar. I just passed it off as a prank call as I couldn’t recognise the number. AS If I was going to flee the country just cause some teenage punk thought it was funny to tell me to do so. I replaced my phone back into the pocket and placed the ID card into the door slot. The door opened into a room which only had one guard in, he was the guy monitoring the videos. I quietly crept up to him, picked up a small hunts clan stunner but decided against violence first.
“I need to see all the archived footage for the past few months” I spoke up aloud. The guard jumped, but then he turned to face me.
“Your not supposed to be in here” he said then reached for his walkie talkie to alert other guards. I held up the stunner to his face. “I may not have much field training” I threatened. “But I am good with technology and I know you cannot survive a blast from one of these to the face. Show me the d**n footage, I don’t care what your supposed to do.”
He relaxed his grip on the walkie talkie and turned around. “It could take hours to investigate that footage” He complained.
“Well if we start now, we can get it over and done with” I replied.
Meanwhile back in the hunts masters’ office, the Systems administrator ran in to alert the huntsman.
“Sir, we have a problem, a small security breach has been found in our systems”
“What is it?” The hunts master asked.
“Somebody sent a level 10 override command to loop the recording of several of our security cameras over and over.”
“How could they do that?” he asked.
“Well the command was issued from a level 2 computer, Operating at level 3 at the time sir.”
“Who only has level 3 access, yet has the technical know how to do that?” The huntsman asked. They both jumped as they realised the answer. “John Macintyre” they both called out loud.
“d**n it” The hunts master yelled. “We have to find him immediately. Which cameras did he override?”
“All the ones around the Camera room” he replied.
“Quick, to the camera room” The huntsman ordered grabbing his staff and rushing out of the room.
Meanwhile, Rose had just left the building in order to find the sewer trolls, unaware that she was being watched.
“There she is, I’ve spotted her” Said a man with binoculars, who was looking out of a van.
“Let us proceed with the Apprehension then” A man behind the driving wheel replied. There were 5 men in the van and they all wore suits and dark sunglasses.
“Remember the chlorophome” The man behind the wheel reminded them. “Careful, this dog bites.” He laughed, which caused the others to. Then suddenly he pulled out of the curb where they were parked and moved at high speed to where Rose was walking, cutting off several cars and causing them to crash into newsagents stands and fruit stands on the side of the road. Rose was still in her civilian attire and she saw this take place out of the corner of her eye. Then suddenly the van cut her off on the footpath and she took a step back.
Suddenly the side door of the van opened and the 5 men stepped out.
“Come with us please” they spoke in unison, grinning.
“What… What do you want from me?” Rose asked a little nervously.
“To ensure that today goes along as planned” The lead one said. “Screw this.. Seize her” He yelled.
One ran straight toward Rose, but she managed to punch him in the gut. Another managed to grab Rose but she easily kicked and wriggled free.
“Gotcha” a third one called placing a cloth dampened with chlorophome over her mouth. At first she was ready to elbow him, but then her energy seemed to drain straight out of her and she felt really tired, then she fell unconscious.
“Haha we have captured another one” the driver said. Lets get here in the van and lets get out of here” he instructed as the 2 Rose hit got up and dusted themselves off. They picked up Rose and put her in a van, where they took out a lot of Gaffer tape and rope and tied the unconscious Rose up.
“One target left” The lead man laughed, then got back into the van, reversed back onto the road and took off.
It wasn’t long before my video watching session was interrupted. The hunts master came storming in. I head his footsteps approach but I did not turn around. He grabbed me and slammed me against a wall.
“Your not supposed to be here” He hissed angrily.
“I am performing my investigation” I replied calmly.
“Are you? It looks to me more like your threatening my staff, and breaking into areas you do not belong. As well as hacking into my hardware. Your in big trouble man.”
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