Last time on Document Artemis...

You were working on a mountain of paperwork when a colleague of yours, Casper, decided that you were the perfect target to be slapped with the responsibility of teaching the people left out of his class.

Taking Harper, your protection target, with you, you began a simple gun lesson, but you feel something is going to happen, and with two AI's with predictive software, it's probably gonna happen.

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With the last of the students finishing up with the pistols that you had given them to practice on, you had were finally going to get a move on to the assault rifle that you had set out for this lesson. Picking up the Russian machined work of art, you couldn't help but think about the glorious (but scary) Russian built intelligence AI.

Shaking off the horrible night mare that was coming, you face the rest of the class, and Harper, and begin your lesson again.

"This is the AK17 assault rifle. With a 30 round mag, firing 7.62x39mm rounds, this is not a gun to be taken lightly, seeing it's around 6-7 kg. Created by the glorious bastards of the north as a part of their AK series, it's truly a modern variant of previous AK rifles."

Moving over to the firing range, and flicking off the safety, you begin firing.

Rolls please, 1d100 (lower better), first three. then I'll write up.

Rolled 65 (1d100)

>>1925844

Rolled 29 (1d100)

>>1925844

Writing.

It doesn't take long for you to display your somewhat mediocre weapon ability. This lesson was more about the students and their experience with the weapon. Putting down the rifle, and turning back to the class, you sense something is off.

In an instant, your head moves, just as pencil flies past you and embedding itself into the wall behind you. Turning back to the class, a young man in his twenties is standing, anger streaked across his face and a murderous intent in his eyes.

"This lesson is bullshit. Why the hell are we being taught how to use guns. We already fucking know that. What do you take us for? Kids?" With a slight chuckle, you carefully extract the pencil from the wall, twirling it in your had for a short while, staring at the man. "Rookies. But that's because the experience of combat situations are new to you" you reply, setting the pencil down, picking up your coat.

"Let's move on from the 'basics' then, if you're so familiar with them." You begin, moving out of that room. "We are moving to duels." You say, as you straighten your coat collar. Pulling away from the group that was starting to follow, Harper your protection target included, you mutter to yourself, "Be prepared, kid..."

(Continuing)

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Walking into a room with pod after pod leaned up against the rooms, quickly motion to the display monitor that was at the end of the room. "Welcome to the Department 7, simulation room. I use this to train. Now..." you say staring intently back at the previous rookie. "What are your conditions... good sir?"

The conditions were simple. He would get any weapons he wanted. You were allowed one weapon only. He picked the playing field, the conditions and any secrets. First person to kill the other wins. One would say that the odds were stacked against you, but this wasn't your first rodeo. There are many ways to win.

Decide a fighting style:
>CQC and short ranged combat
>Distance and long ranged combat
>Subterfuge and stealth
>Counter striking and opportunistic retaliation
>Write in

>>1926102
>CQC and short ranged combat

Writing.

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CQC isn't exactly the style that you focus on that much, but knowing the swarms of mindless drones that religiously follow Casper off the edge of cliffs, he's gonna want range.

The weapon you picked was the revolver sitting at your hip. It's been a very long since you got it. The simulation shifted into place, your dark coat almost blending into the now dark shadows of an abandoned warehouse.

"Oi... ESCORT. I decided to go easy on you. Think this is good enough!" You could hear the rookie on the other side of the arena, the only other sound was the clicking of magazines and slides. The chirpy voice of Angel, your communications AI, was gone, replaced by white writing similar to Daemon. As for him, a soft echoing voice in the back of you mind said, "How easy do you want to go on him?"

>"Let's go easy on the kid. I'll eyeball it for most of it."
>"I'll get serious. Time to take him down fast."
>"Enough chit-chat." *cracks right hand knuckles*

>>1926194
>"Enough chit-chat." *cracks right hand knuckles*

Writing.

I'll finish it for today, and continue tomorrow.

Back, Finishing off writing.

The match over in a blur. The first minutes of the battle were of you, quickly and relatively silently moving in towards the target, revolver in hand. The next parts are a blur, with gunfire and shredded paper and flaking metal pieces showering the area.

The sounds of clicks as the asshole's gun emptied was the next thing you remember. Vaulting over the box you were using for cover, you rammed your boot into his face. At first, it seemed you won, when he did a kip-up, back into a standing position. It would have been a much crazier fight montage if it wasn't for the fact that kip-up's leave you incredibly vulnerable, with your hands by your side. Taking another boot to the chest, you emptied two shots of your revolver into his chest, and another into his head.

As the simulation ends, and you're ejected from the pod, you can help but dust off your shoulder, even though it wasn't in that shredded paper storm in the factory. Hunched over on the floor on the opposite side was the overconfident rookie, head down and dry heaving. Walking over to the terminal and resetting the realism back down to training, quickly motion to Harper to leave, and make for the exit. "Enter a duel with another person. First person to floor the other person wins. That's the end of the lesson."

Harper, somewhat surprised quickly follows after you, a small smile stretching across her face. It's weird. Three days and this has been the first time she's smiled in front of you. There was something else. Approval? Pride? Best not to linger, you have work you need to get back to.

(continuing)

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When you get back, the paper work was just as you left it, still piled up and undone. Slightly disheartened, but still glad to be done with the rookie lesson, you pick up the sheet at the top of the set and begin working. You only notice that Harper had done the same chair shenanigan again, when you entered the room.

"That guy deserved what he got, didn't he?" Harper piped up, suddenly. If it weren't for the massive pile of paperwork, you would have had a good long conversation of how the Department is full of dirt bags like him.

"Anyone that goes up against Del in the hopes of bringing him down deserves what they get when he whoops their sorry asses." Looking up, you find a man dressed in a nice long coat, the glint of steel poking out from inside. This was Michael Hanson, ranked number 6 specialist, CQC. In his hand was a tablet, which Angel said was a mission file. Finishing off the actual final sheet of paperwork, you turn to face him.

"Hello Michael. Heard what Casper did to me yet?" You start, leaning back in your office chair to stretch. "What's the mission this time?" motioning to the tablet, Angel quickly pulls up a file of it onto the side of you vision, and you quickly skim it.

"We found the Artemis Cell located in London. They needed some people to go in and make some arrest. Silently and discreetly if possible. I came because I needed some backup, just in case." He says, as you get up. "You in?" He says, a sly grin stretching across his face.

>"I'm in. Let's do this, buddy."
>"Okay, but I need to drop Harper off somewhere."
>"One moment, I have some things I need to take care of, but see me at the briefing."
>Write ins.

>>1928957
>"I'm in. Let's do this, buddy."

Welp, Writing.

With a pep of your step, you stretch your cybernetic left hand out, a smile on your face. "Let's do this buddy." You say, as he grips your and hand in a "brothers for life" kind of style.

You begin walking out, when you remember Harper and motion for her to exit the room or get locked in. Quickly dropping off Harper with Zero's secretary, who's a nice guy who did understand that I needed to go on a mission, you moved off to get briefed.

Standing at the head of the table was Michael, multiple different files and documents and other data were strewn in front of him and displayed behind him. "Gentlemen, and women, we have finally figured out the location of the Artemis Cell located in London. If we can figure out how to eliminate this base, from then on, we can move on to the rest of Europe." He says, some of the response units around him cheering slightly. "It's located in the high rise section of the commercial district. We can't just barge in or we will get pinned with way too many fines, and we..." pointing to everyone in the room, "... will have to paperwork."

"The building has multiple entries and we will need to make use of all of them 'storm the castle'. According to records, lots of guns, turrets and Artemis agents all trigger happy and ready for us. The plan is that the squadrons will be split into Alpha, Bravo and Charlie. Alpha, carry heavy weapons and be ready for the shit to hit the fan. Bravo, you're going in and will need to secure the route for Alpha to barge in through when the guns start firing. Charlie, you're with me and we're gonna get into position to surprise them. No explosives or we're not gonna get much pay this month."

"Del, which group will you be looking after. Organise them and provide information for them. You're given command of one."

>Alpha, and help them siege
>Bravo, and help keep watch on when they are performing the opening
>Charlie, you want in on the stealth action.
>Form Delta, an independent four man team to provide information and stick to the shadows.

>>1929139
>Charlie, you want in on the stealth action.

Writing for Charlie Squadron.

"I'm coming with you, Michael. You know all too well that I'm more defense oriented than siege master." Taking a look at the tablet with the different plans and tactics scrawled on it, you quickly note your addition to Charlie squadron, and memorise the attack patterns.

Charlie was going to enter the building, and start taking in information, engaging hostiles that are easy to take out. If possible, Charlie will empty the stronghold before the need for Bravo and Alpha becomes important but the later two will clear the rest of the building in the mean time.

"Stealth, huh Del. Well good luck. Handing processing power over to Daemon. Angel out." The chirpy AI says as the soft whisper like voice in the back of you mind becomes louder. "Your current set up is mostly fine, but get some suppressed weapons and find your helmet."

You arrive at the building, and all the squadrons are ready. You, Michael and Charlie squadron have entered from the roof of the building, by through repelling, and operation is about to begin.

Roll people.

Rolled 69 (1d100)

>>1929751

Rolled 32 (1d100)

>>1929751

Rolled 60 (1d100)

>>1929751

Cool, writing.

At first, when you entered through the roof access of the building, you expected there to be a few less guards. With two to three more pairs of eyes, the blind spots were fewer and the opportunities to move were scarce and far between. Although it took you and the rest of Charlie squadron roughly 30 minutes to just navigate to a good position, the alarms were not going and the guards were none the wiser.

There was a point when you were beginning to map out the patrols for the other squads where one of the Charlie squad knocked over some stuff and began drawing attention. As if by instinct, you moved to cover and as the guard moved to investigate, you grabbed and knocked out the guard.

Something was odd about the place, despite the increased guard count at the entrances, the central area was empty. The armoury was relatively empty, and much of the data was missing. But now as not the time to think about such actions, you needed to end this cell.

Options
>Stealth Take down everyone else.
>Have the other squads being their siege.
>Grab some of their guns and flush them out to be picked off by the other squads.

>>1929884
>Grab some of their guns and flush them out to be picked off by the other squads.

>>1929884
>Stealth Take down everyone else.

Rolled 1 (1d2)

Let's see. Final update writing.

The guns that you had on you were good, for taking out the one or two odd guards in relative quiet, but the mission was over and you needed to flush these guys out. The armoury may have a few less guns than expected, but there were still enough to arm some of you with some nice loud and impression making boom cannons.

Taking up one of the Pantheon LMG's that the Artemis agents were using, you began laying down fire on the remaining guards. Some died, some panicked and ran outside, only to get arrested or shot, and the few that went to other exits only ended up getting arrested by the police that had been called in to help.

With that, the operation was over. The victory was yours and the data from the stronghold was yours. As you walked over, handing off the LMG to one of the other units to take back or "confiscation", you noticed a file sitting on the table that you had past when entering. You didn't have time to look at it, but now the adrenaline wasn't running through your veins, your finally had time to read over it.

Your eyes widened. The armoury wasn't empty by coincidence, and the men were not here for a reason. Sat next to the file were a set of badly made Department 7 identification cards, all marked with the words, bad batch. Something was going down and you needed to be quick, or things might get worse.

AND so that ends this Document: ARTEMIS Thread. Thank you to those that stayed with me, and I hope to bring you another one in two weeks or so.