Post by Logan Blackwood on Dec 15, 2013 17:44:48 GMT -5
1825 Hours
Blackwood Residence
Rural Point of Rocks, MD
Logan's suspicions were confirmed - Lincoln hadn't been on Atlantis. He figured the two would have crossed paths - with all that had happened. Logan thought for a moment. He held no reservations about telling his friend about the events that happened - they were of comparable rank, and were on the same side. Bureaucracy and red tape wouldn't be able to find him, or to constrict him here. He was still marginally concerned about ears in his house - and not necessarily just his government. There was something, someone, dark - out just beyond his field of vision - pulling at strings he couldn't even see. Logan hated being manipulated. He hated the risk it posed, and he hated the consequences. He took a sip from his glass, emptying it. It clattered as he sat it down on the wooden table. He looked at Lincoln, a seriousness in his look.
"Someone, or a group of someone's - they are pulling strings all around Homeworld Command, maybe the entire Stargate Program." Logan wasn't entirely sure how far the rabbit hole went - he was only reasonably sure there was organized outside involvement. It didn't come from the top, it came from the facts, what his team had encountered, and had to deal with. "an Unsub snatched our target right out of my Lieutenant's hands in Saudi Arabia, and certain parties were involved in events on Atlantis, we nearly died. I'm positive it's all related. Ayden can give you a solid briefing on things from the Dulles side, they've been interesting as well." Logan closed his eyes. It wasn't pleasant to think on - the blunders of his team were partially the reason this group was having such easy pickings - especially in Saudi.
The truth was, Logan wasn't sure what to think, or who to trust. He knew very little about this group they were unofficially up against. Money, power, and skill. The FBI liaison's at Quantico believed they had a skilled and insane hacker, but had come up with no proof. Apparently this subject has been emailing people threats. Logan chuckled - and then felt foolish as he realized Lincoln wouldn't be filled in on his inner monologue. "Sorry - Anyways, we don't know much aside from the simple fact that there is money and skill involved in this. I picked up a rifle from one of the contractors I shot in Riyadh. It wasn't a 60 year old AK-47, or a flimsy 74. It was an M-4, with a trijicon. They had kevlar, and there was enough of them to search an entire tower. Apparently they have a hacker, but I'd bet they have whoever they want." Logan said - frowning.
It felt good to get it off of his chest, but in the end - it only created more problems, and more questions, than the good it did. To his knowledge, they had no leads, no clues, and essentially, it was a giant game of one-step-forward, two-steps-back. Logan was immediately concerned, but he didn't have to tell Lincoln - he knew the man could guess. They likely had a mole somewhere.
Tag Lincoln "Thor" Parrish
Blackwood Residence
Rural Point of Rocks, MD
Logan's suspicions were confirmed - Lincoln hadn't been on Atlantis. He figured the two would have crossed paths - with all that had happened. Logan thought for a moment. He held no reservations about telling his friend about the events that happened - they were of comparable rank, and were on the same side. Bureaucracy and red tape wouldn't be able to find him, or to constrict him here. He was still marginally concerned about ears in his house - and not necessarily just his government. There was something, someone, dark - out just beyond his field of vision - pulling at strings he couldn't even see. Logan hated being manipulated. He hated the risk it posed, and he hated the consequences. He took a sip from his glass, emptying it. It clattered as he sat it down on the wooden table. He looked at Lincoln, a seriousness in his look.
"Someone, or a group of someone's - they are pulling strings all around Homeworld Command, maybe the entire Stargate Program." Logan wasn't entirely sure how far the rabbit hole went - he was only reasonably sure there was organized outside involvement. It didn't come from the top, it came from the facts, what his team had encountered, and had to deal with. "an Unsub snatched our target right out of my Lieutenant's hands in Saudi Arabia, and certain parties were involved in events on Atlantis, we nearly died. I'm positive it's all related. Ayden can give you a solid briefing on things from the Dulles side, they've been interesting as well." Logan closed his eyes. It wasn't pleasant to think on - the blunders of his team were partially the reason this group was having such easy pickings - especially in Saudi.
The truth was, Logan wasn't sure what to think, or who to trust. He knew very little about this group they were unofficially up against. Money, power, and skill. The FBI liaison's at Quantico believed they had a skilled and insane hacker, but had come up with no proof. Apparently this subject has been emailing people threats. Logan chuckled - and then felt foolish as he realized Lincoln wouldn't be filled in on his inner monologue. "Sorry - Anyways, we don't know much aside from the simple fact that there is money and skill involved in this. I picked up a rifle from one of the contractors I shot in Riyadh. It wasn't a 60 year old AK-47, or a flimsy 74. It was an M-4, with a trijicon. They had kevlar, and there was enough of them to search an entire tower. Apparently they have a hacker, but I'd bet they have whoever they want." Logan said - frowning.
It felt good to get it off of his chest, but in the end - it only created more problems, and more questions, than the good it did. To his knowledge, they had no leads, no clues, and essentially, it was a giant game of one-step-forward, two-steps-back. Logan was immediately concerned, but he didn't have to tell Lincoln - he knew the man could guess. They likely had a mole somewhere.
Tag Lincoln "Thor" Parrish
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