Civil Servant Hunter's S-class Resignation Log の小説・ストーリー

With his code name, maybe he's a sniper and oh, a former driver too. "Jerchin Sinn, Code name: BangBang/BB---" Yeah, worse than before, employed last 1981 and promoted last 1986, Former Back up. "Nilver Danes­---Vincent Morgan---Shaun Delvin---" I read while turning up the pages and stopped. "Dean Osloft. Employed last 2016 and 'to be promoted', it says. What about Jero? "Code name: Snitidown/Snipe it till down. Former Scheduler." I wrote his name in my notebook. He's a suspect.

“They erased every trace of his existence. Every file. Every photo. But not this. This was buried, not deleted.” The screen in front of her flickered, then steadied. A video began to play. Her breath caught. It was a man with dark hair streaked with silver and eyes unmistakably hers. Laugh lines, strong jaw, that familiar crease between his brows when he frowned. A voice spoke over the footage, clinical and cold. “Subject: Dr. Marcus Harper. Former Chief Systems Architect, Crescent Initiative. Status: Terminated. Protocol: Specter Override failed. Subject not recovered.”

He brought out the contracts from his briefcases and withheld from giving it to them. “Let’s have the introductions first!” I told him firmly. “They would use their code names instead of their normal names to make things easier,” Andy said before they did. The first man stood up now. “My code name is Hibiscus and I am a former Central Intelligence Agency (CIA). I resigned willingly a year ago due to the loss of a close friend. It is complicated so do not ask too much about it. I was in the Intelligence department in the CIA and I am a skilled computer hacker. I am a computer guru and basically, I should be one of the best hands in the world today…” he introduced himself.

The rest of the messages seemed to be about menial stuff, and I exited out of it, scrolling through the rest of the messages and information. I'm finally able to read the notes that two of the employees that take part in the Testing in Main City, reading through the strange abbreviations and terms I don't understand. Through context, I'm able to see that it was in fact Celia that they're observing, subject #C555. She's going through all the tests with flying colors. I freeze as I read the next paragraph. "...subject #C555 has been tested to terminate rogue Senator Shayla Connors. Subject has passed and is confirmed for leveling up."

The version only three people had ever seen in full. Himself, Lucian and Daven Cole, the communications officer who had “resigned” five years ago after two closed door meetings with Lucian and a suspiciously clean severance package routed to a remote border territory. Thorne had never believed that resignation was voluntary but he never pushed. He opened Cole’s exit file. It was too thin and clean. It felt like the kind of file that someone had wiped. His jaw tightened. He laid the communication log beside Elara’s Moonveil bloodline documents. There were three separate threads but all connecting.

Disciplined. No emotion. This dispatch was withheld due to security risk. Agent requested it remain unsent, but archived. Contained within: data on the removal of three Echo symbols from classified regions under the failed pacification project. Original whistleblower was compromised and buried in procedural review. The names matter. Even now. -Field Analyst, Al-Qusayr Group Kaya sat back. This one hadn’t been written to be read emotionally. It had been written to be found. By the time she reached the eleventh letter, night had fallen completely.

Predators always became quieter when they were closing in for the kill. "Why does the company router log show you accessing a specific fake marriage agency contract draft last Tuesday at exactly eleven forty-seven in the morning?" Silas asked. Every muscle in Zariel's body locked down. Silas didn't stop. "From the workstation located directly outside Mr. Sterling's private office." *Tap.* "On the exact same day." *Tap.* "The internal payroll ledger records a seven-figure executive compensation reclassification under your direct name." The room went entirely, brutally silent.

“You’re an employee of the hunters. Your question concerns issues handled by the ministry. You’ve been told this was confidential yet here you are. There’s a line that did not disappear just because you were appointed as the new chief, Alagumalai.” “I, of all people, am well aware of that line.” Sush refuted as calmly as the cold sea, though her insides had already exploded and even an island miles away would’ve been able to sight the smoke brimming from her internal volcano. “If I wasn’t, I would’ve barged through your doors when Catrine Carter was put off-duty for the very same confidential reason. But I didn’t. Because that was within my predecessor’s jurisdiction. Since I’m leading the b

he started and walked straight into another room adjacent to the entrance and jammed the door shut behind him. “The files are in the underground cabinet... along with the biography of the two men who picked me from the airport” Diane replied as she walked towards the room he went into. Within a few seconds the sound of running water filled the room and Hunter had to increase the tone of his voice to respond. “Did we find out who they were?” “Yes, Sergio and Duncan... Ex aides of the Chief Adviser to the former President of Togo, retired seven and three years ago respectively. There was a brief five seconds of silence in the room and Mrs. Adams looked to me like she was about to say something

I write that down too. I go back to the thirteenth entry and look at the authorization signature again. In the contractor log, senior authorizations are tagged with a staff identifier, a four-digit code assigned at hiring, and the code on the thirteenth entry is one I have seen on documents my entire time at this compound, on briefing confirmations and security clearances and the quarterly access reviews that come through the archive for historical filing. I look at the code for a long time.