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Alias/callsigns: "Ski", "Toller"
Age: 36
Gender: Male
Appearance:
5'10", 185lbs, Br/Br
Half Pollock half Spaniard, light olive skin. Physique exemplifying a balance of strength, endurance and agility. Well-built back, core, and forearms. He face has hard features and a pronounced jawline (with a smile made in warm polished stone). Typically shaves weekly. His eyes are shadowed and intense with an aggressive brow. His hair a few inches in length with deep side-burns salted with grey. His voice is on the deeper end with no discernable accent. Old scar across the bridge of his nose. Scars from shrapnel fleck the lumbar region and buttocks. Bullet wound scar on thigh.
Agency/Organization: "Los Depredadores"
Tentative gang/terrorist organization under investigation by the FBI and DEA. Knowledge based on intel gathered from Sinaloa cartel.
Education: HS Diploma, A.S. General Studies, Army Infantry Basic, Airborne, Air Assault, SOTIC, Malaysian man-tracking, RSLC. Numerous in-house courses in shooting, small-team tactics, and asset management. Further mentored by a former (CAG/CIA) operative Dillon Retfield.
Family, Friends, and Associates:
Might replace
Jinme Son: F, 31
Ex-fiancée. High school friends. Reacquainted in 2015, after Vincent was discharged from the service. Engaged in 2017, then not in 2018. Tensions with work and her worsening depression has held off any wedding plans. One of two people on the planet he has a soft spot for but can't seem to connect the way he needs. They remain friends.
Mike Greene: M, 40
Former 3-75 sniper. Good friend who worked with Vincent in Afghanistan. Moved over to regular army together after a sour mission. One of the big influencers in getting dirty on the border. Devil on his left.
Luiz Mendoza: M, 37
Former 1-26IN RGT Scout. Served together, roomed together, slugged cartel goons together. Angel on his right.
Likes: Desert heat, frilly drinks capped with hard liquor, punk, grunge, blues, weapon drills, ass-man, lolita (stfu), fishing, and reading.
Dislikes: R.O.E., condoms, suburbia, carbonation, cartel, computer work, a bad batch of blueberries, ghouls/ghosts/goblins/green men.(Not that he believes in them, but he'll kill a strange motherfucker if he has to.)
Fears: Vincent dreads the idea of failing his team. He will hold himself accountable for a death so far as to obsess in his spare time. What could have been done differently, how could he better control the chaos of battle?
Hurting his ex-fiancée. They have had a rocky relationship since before the engagement and his lack of emotional expression damages their bond. He deeply cares about her, but may be confusing it for love despite what she needs. She has been depressed and expressing suicidal thoughts lately. He's not sure how he can help her, or how long either of them have left before someone gets seriously hurt.
Weaknesses: Vincent was diagnosed with PTSD when he left the service. He responds to certain trigger stimuli of scents sounds and physical exertion with extreme alertness and unsympathetic prejudice. This can be a boon in combat, but a hindrance elsewhere in his life. In a similar manner he goes many nights with little sleep, though not quite insomnia. Vincent is starting to experience chronic back and shoulder pains, possibly from the shrapnel wounds or a bulging disc. As long as he's moving it seldom bothers him. He fears one day something is going to pop.
Adaptations:
Violence:
Helplessness:
STRENGTH: 4
DEXTERITY: 3
STAMINA: 4
BUREAUCRACY: 2
INTELLIGENCE: 2
WILLPOWER: 5
Skills:
Gifted(+5): Awareness, Long Guns, Sniper
Adept(+4): MilSci-Land, Subterfuge, SERE, Handgun
Average(+3): Crafting, Hand to Hand, Break-and-enter, First Aid
Novice(+2): Forensics, Persuade, HUMINT, Psychology, Tactical driving
Language: Spanish (intermediate), Pashto (rudimentary), Mandarin (rudimentary)
Age: 36
Gender: Male
Appearance:
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(Something like the guy on the left. http://www.imfdb.org/wiki/File:TF_26.jpg)
(Something like the guy on the left. http://www.imfdb.org/wiki/File:TF_26.jpg)
Half Pollock half Spaniard, light olive skin. Physique exemplifying a balance of strength, endurance and agility. Well-built back, core, and forearms. He face has hard features and a pronounced jawline (with a smile made in warm polished stone). Typically shaves weekly. His eyes are shadowed and intense with an aggressive brow. His hair a few inches in length with deep side-burns salted with grey. His voice is on the deeper end with no discernable accent. Old scar across the bridge of his nose. Scars from shrapnel fleck the lumbar region and buttocks. Bullet wound scar on thigh.
Agency/Organization: "Los Depredadores"
Tentative gang/terrorist organization under investigation by the FBI and DEA. Knowledge based on intel gathered from Sinaloa cartel.
Education: HS Diploma, A.S. General Studies, Army Infantry Basic, Airborne, Air Assault, SOTIC, Malaysian man-tracking, RSLC. Numerous in-house courses in shooting, small-team tactics, and asset management. Further mentored by a former (CAG/CIA) operative Dillon Retfield.
Vincent grew up in the woods of North Carolina. He was raised by his mostly single mother and grandparents who moved down from Queens, NY. His father was out of the picture since he was very young, a sore topic for his mother. There was some sort of violence followed by prison.
He found his purpose during high school when he experienced the panic of 9/11. He would have his chance to be part of something big. It would be an outlet for his delight in all the war stories he heard from his grandfather, a Korean war veteran. He enlisted immediately after graduating high school right into the pipeline for Ranger Regiment.
Vincent deployed to Iraq late 2005 with the 75th's 3rd Ranger battalion after a slew of schools and training. It was a fast-paced kinetic rundown in Sadr City where he was regarded as a stud on the M249. When they returned to the states he was given the opportunity to become one of their snipers. In 2006 he deployed again to Iraq and befriended Mike Greene who was tasked on a more specific recon and denial job with 2nd battalion. They were paired together by chance when Mike's former shooter was wounded.
Half-way through the deployment they were faced with a choice that would end their time in 3-75. Mike and Vincent were rapidly clearing compounds for overwatch positions while a platoon was hitting an objective. In one courtyard they discovered an al-qaeda cell preparing to ambush the others with small arms and suicide vests. With Mike's encouragement they took to eliminating the cell on their own even though they had radio trouble. There were several civilians that were wounded or killed in the reckless and aggressive cross-fire. One squad took casualties on the ground because the sniper team pursued the threat without first establishing communications in a sensitive engagement. Despite their good intent and success, the two strikes would see them dismissed from Ranger Regiment.
They were saved enough to be reassigned to a fitting billet where they could be used outside of SOCOM. They were placed with 1st Infantry Division's red-headed 1-26 Light-Infantry Regiment, reconnaissance platoon. Here they met Luiz Mendoza who ran the platoons weapon squad and Dillon Retfield during their first deployment together in 2009. Retfield was an older shady fellow suspected to be CAG or CIA "paramilitary something" working out of their outposts between the Helmand and Kandahar provinces.
Retfield had lofty goals for his last assignment in Afghanistan. He was impressed by the caliber of soldier that were posted with him so he opted to hand-pick his own personal entourage in lieu of receiving coordinated support from the other SOCOM assets. He knew that regular infantry didn't receive the same support, meaning much less ISR circling overhead. He could get as dirty as he wanted and they were always with him. The boys he picked, including Vincent, were more than happy to oblige. For 8 months they participated in sordid direct-action operations in the shadow of 1-26 Infantry Regiment.
Retfield and Mendoza leave service. Vincent and Mike go on a 4th deployment in a sniper and recon/surveillance capacity. It was as exciting as the last with the exception of various RPG shrapnel wounds he received and the loss of a close friend in an ambush. It was a defining moment that struck his ego. He chose to fight rather than turn back and possibly save a friend. He alone questions his judgement and vowed to himself to never make that decision again so thoughtlessly.
Vincent and Mike exit the service in 2014. Retfield attempts to round up his old entourage to jump on some money-making plans doing what they do best. With the help of some of his shadier DEA contacts, Retfield, Vincent and crew turned a living putting clamps on border drug funnels under the radar. For the better part of 4 years they leeched intel from the DEA and border agencies to drop mules and pistoleros with little discretion, lest they pay a substantial fee. Even though they are a small time crew their ruthless efficiency gained them reputation with border gangs and cartels, called "Los Depredadores". Several US agencies have taken notice of their activity and are putting together case files, however sparse.
He found his purpose during high school when he experienced the panic of 9/11. He would have his chance to be part of something big. It would be an outlet for his delight in all the war stories he heard from his grandfather, a Korean war veteran. He enlisted immediately after graduating high school right into the pipeline for Ranger Regiment.
Vincent deployed to Iraq late 2005 with the 75th's 3rd Ranger battalion after a slew of schools and training. It was a fast-paced kinetic rundown in Sadr City where he was regarded as a stud on the M249. When they returned to the states he was given the opportunity to become one of their snipers. In 2006 he deployed again to Iraq and befriended Mike Greene who was tasked on a more specific recon and denial job with 2nd battalion. They were paired together by chance when Mike's former shooter was wounded.
Half-way through the deployment they were faced with a choice that would end their time in 3-75. Mike and Vincent were rapidly clearing compounds for overwatch positions while a platoon was hitting an objective. In one courtyard they discovered an al-qaeda cell preparing to ambush the others with small arms and suicide vests. With Mike's encouragement they took to eliminating the cell on their own even though they had radio trouble. There were several civilians that were wounded or killed in the reckless and aggressive cross-fire. One squad took casualties on the ground because the sniper team pursued the threat without first establishing communications in a sensitive engagement. Despite their good intent and success, the two strikes would see them dismissed from Ranger Regiment.
They were saved enough to be reassigned to a fitting billet where they could be used outside of SOCOM. They were placed with 1st Infantry Division's red-headed 1-26 Light-Infantry Regiment, reconnaissance platoon. Here they met Luiz Mendoza who ran the platoons weapon squad and Dillon Retfield during their first deployment together in 2009. Retfield was an older shady fellow suspected to be CAG or CIA "paramilitary something" working out of their outposts between the Helmand and Kandahar provinces.
Retfield had lofty goals for his last assignment in Afghanistan. He was impressed by the caliber of soldier that were posted with him so he opted to hand-pick his own personal entourage in lieu of receiving coordinated support from the other SOCOM assets. He knew that regular infantry didn't receive the same support, meaning much less ISR circling overhead. He could get as dirty as he wanted and they were always with him. The boys he picked, including Vincent, were more than happy to oblige. For 8 months they participated in sordid direct-action operations in the shadow of 1-26 Infantry Regiment.
Retfield and Mendoza leave service. Vincent and Mike go on a 4th deployment in a sniper and recon/surveillance capacity. It was as exciting as the last with the exception of various RPG shrapnel wounds he received and the loss of a close friend in an ambush. It was a defining moment that struck his ego. He chose to fight rather than turn back and possibly save a friend. He alone questions his judgement and vowed to himself to never make that decision again so thoughtlessly.
Vincent and Mike exit the service in 2014. Retfield attempts to round up his old entourage to jump on some money-making plans doing what they do best. With the help of some of his shadier DEA contacts, Retfield, Vincent and crew turned a living putting clamps on border drug funnels under the radar. For the better part of 4 years they leeched intel from the DEA and border agencies to drop mules and pistoleros with little discretion, lest they pay a substantial fee. Even though they are a small time crew their ruthless efficiency gained them reputation with border gangs and cartels, called "Los Depredadores". Several US agencies have taken notice of their activity and are putting together case files, however sparse.
The good. Sincere, focused, patient. Vincent keeps to himself if he's not making light of a disturbing situation. He'll find some hard-bright-deep-philosophical approach to whatever atrocity is writhing around at his feet —in his hands. His devil may care attitude in life comes from the competitive and brutal atmosphere that shaped his early adulthood being a gunfighter.
The bad. A thousand yard stare framed by a half-smile. He never learned to express his emotions in childhood and this trend continued with the shark-tank brotherhood in service and the disassociation that comes with combat. He's secure in his muted feelings, but they prevent him from getting truly close with others. It's his passion that drives this. He questions whether or not he can put down the rifle, it's his worth in the world.
The ugly. Life is suffering. It does not seem so valuable in a jungle of guns, so he rarely hesitates to pull the trigger. His dirty view of the world means he believes he needs to be ready to strike back always. He will dare where he shouldn't. Life, even his, is expendable. He'll fight to a bitter end.
The bad. A thousand yard stare framed by a half-smile. He never learned to express his emotions in childhood and this trend continued with the shark-tank brotherhood in service and the disassociation that comes with combat. He's secure in his muted feelings, but they prevent him from getting truly close with others. It's his passion that drives this. He questions whether or not he can put down the rifle, it's his worth in the world.
The ugly. Life is suffering. It does not seem so valuable in a jungle of guns, so he rarely hesitates to pull the trigger. His dirty view of the world means he believes he needs to be ready to strike back always. He will dare where he shouldn't. Life, even his, is expendable. He'll fight to a bitter end.
Family, Friends, and Associates:
Might replace
Jinme Son: F, 31
Ex-fiancée. High school friends. Reacquainted in 2015, after Vincent was discharged from the service. Engaged in 2017, then not in 2018. Tensions with work and her worsening depression has held off any wedding plans. One of two people on the planet he has a soft spot for but can't seem to connect the way he needs. They remain friends.
Mike Greene: M, 40
Former 3-75 sniper. Good friend who worked with Vincent in Afghanistan. Moved over to regular army together after a sour mission. One of the big influencers in getting dirty on the border. Devil on his left.
Luiz Mendoza: M, 37
Former 1-26IN RGT Scout. Served together, roomed together, slugged cartel goons together. Angel on his right.
Likes: Desert heat, frilly drinks capped with hard liquor, punk, grunge, blues, weapon drills, ass-man, lolita (stfu), fishing, and reading.
Dislikes: R.O.E., condoms, suburbia, carbonation, cartel, computer work, a bad batch of blueberries, ghouls/ghosts/goblins/green men.(Not that he believes in them, but he'll kill a strange motherfucker if he has to.)
Fears: Vincent dreads the idea of failing his team. He will hold himself accountable for a death so far as to obsess in his spare time. What could have been done differently, how could he better control the chaos of battle?
Hurting his ex-fiancée. They have had a rocky relationship since before the engagement and his lack of emotional expression damages their bond. He deeply cares about her, but may be confusing it for love despite what she needs. She has been depressed and expressing suicidal thoughts lately. He's not sure how he can help her, or how long either of them have left before someone gets seriously hurt.
Weaknesses: Vincent was diagnosed with PTSD when he left the service. He responds to certain trigger stimuli of scents sounds and physical exertion with extreme alertness and unsympathetic prejudice. This can be a boon in combat, but a hindrance elsewhere in his life. In a similar manner he goes many nights with little sleep, though not quite insomnia. Vincent is starting to experience chronic back and shoulder pains, possibly from the shrapnel wounds or a bulging disc. As long as he's moving it seldom bothers him. He fears one day something is going to pop.
Adaptations:
Violence:
Helplessness:
STRENGTH: 4
DEXTERITY: 3
STAMINA: 4
BUREAUCRACY: 2
INTELLIGENCE: 2
WILLPOWER: 5
Skills:
Gifted(+5): Awareness, Long Guns, Sniper
Adept(+4): MilSci-Land, Subterfuge, SERE, Handgun
Average(+3): Crafting, Hand to Hand, Break-and-enter, First Aid
Novice(+2): Forensics, Persuade, HUMINT, Psychology, Tactical driving
Language: Spanish (intermediate), Pashto (rudimentary), Mandarin (rudimentary)
As an operative in the program, the following is given that he has access and that it does not compromise the mission.
Clothing: Henleys, tanks under solid-color flannel, lightweight jackets, jeans, fitted hiking pants, leather boots or sneakers. Or, business casual.
Weapons: Concealed; Glock 19. "Trunk Gun"; MP7 (red dot sight [Micro T2], IR/visible laser [ATPIAL], QD suppressor)
Tools/Equipment: Satellite phone, a silver watch, and in the "trunk": a skullcrusher head-mount and monocular night vision [PVS-14].
Clothing: Henleys, tanks under solid-color flannel, lightweight jackets, jeans, fitted hiking pants, leather boots or sneakers. Or, business casual.
Weapons: Concealed; Glock 19. "Trunk Gun"; MP7 (red dot sight [Micro T2], IR/visible laser [ATPIAL], QD suppressor)
Tools/Equipment: Satellite phone, a silver watch, and in the "trunk": a skullcrusher head-mount and monocular night vision [PVS-14].
Assuming he is an operative in the program. The following is given that he has access and that it does not compromise the mission.
Clothing: Locale dependent. Typically neutral colors. Lightweight jacket/hoodie or long sleeve button-up and fitted hiking/work pants. Hiking shoes (Sticks) or all-black Chuck Taylors (Urban). Black knit skull-cap.
Weapons: Locale dependent. Most painted tan-green-grey. Chosen from the following.
- Glock 19 (unpainted)
- Type-56 (unpainted, folding stock)
- 300BLK AR-15 10.5"Barrel (PDW stock, holographic sights [EOTECH], IR/visible laser [ATPIAL], low-profile QD suppressor, double-point sling)
- 300WinMag custom bolt-action rifle (4-27x scope, QD suppressor)
- Mk-11 build (3-18x scope, QD suppressor)
- MK-46 (1x/4x optic [ELCAN], collapsible stock, IR/vis laser [ATPIAL], stubby vertical foregrip, sling.
Tools/Equipment: At his discretion; plate-carrier (ranger green body armor kit), slim battle-belt, Joint Tactical Radio System, throat-mic & earbud (solo/duo ops) or headset (Peltor, team ops), IR beacon, wrist GPS, first aid kit (incl. trauma shears, tourniquets), fixed-blade thrusting knife, heavy leather gloves, rappelling harness, zip-tie cuffs, 9-Bangers, incendiary grenades, smoke grenades, star-cluster flares, IR chem-lights.
Grey hiking pack, high-cut ballistic helmet, dual-tube night vision (PVS-31), weapon-mountable thermal scope (PAS-13Cv3, 1-10x), spotting scope (10-60x), satellite communication antennae system (SATCOM), 70m static rope. Drop guns (Cheap and light small arms).
Clothing: Locale dependent. Typically neutral colors. Lightweight jacket/hoodie or long sleeve button-up and fitted hiking/work pants. Hiking shoes (Sticks) or all-black Chuck Taylors (Urban). Black knit skull-cap.
Weapons: Locale dependent. Most painted tan-green-grey. Chosen from the following.
- Glock 19 (unpainted)
- Type-56 (unpainted, folding stock)
- 300BLK AR-15 10.5"Barrel (PDW stock, holographic sights [EOTECH], IR/visible laser [ATPIAL], low-profile QD suppressor, double-point sling)
- 300WinMag custom bolt-action rifle (4-27x scope, QD suppressor)
- Mk-11 build (3-18x scope, QD suppressor)
- MK-46 (1x/4x optic [ELCAN], collapsible stock, IR/vis laser [ATPIAL], stubby vertical foregrip, sling.
Tools/Equipment: At his discretion; plate-carrier (ranger green body armor kit), slim battle-belt, Joint Tactical Radio System, throat-mic & earbud (solo/duo ops) or headset (Peltor, team ops), IR beacon, wrist GPS, first aid kit (incl. trauma shears, tourniquets), fixed-blade thrusting knife, heavy leather gloves, rappelling harness, zip-tie cuffs, 9-Bangers, incendiary grenades, smoke grenades, star-cluster flares, IR chem-lights.
Grey hiking pack, high-cut ballistic helmet, dual-tube night vision (PVS-31), weapon-mountable thermal scope (PAS-13Cv3, 1-10x), spotting scope (10-60x), satellite communication antennae system (SATCOM), 70m static rope. Drop guns (Cheap and light small arms).
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Alias/Callsigns: "Switch"
Age: 30
Gender: F
Appearance:
5'7", 130lbs, Hzl/Blk
Fair skinned Afghan. Nimble and fit for mountain fighting. Modest musculature. Several small moles on her body. Burn scar in her right palm. She speaks with a confident mellifluous tone. Speaks english clearly with a very mild middle-eastern accent. Thick locks of shoulder length hair, usually bound in a short braid when off-duty.
Agency/Organization: Former CIA project RED BULB asset in Afghanistan Regional Command East. Billeted as an Paramilitary Operations Officer under the CIA Directorate of Operations.
Education: Biased 3rd-world Primary education. RED BULB training program. Secondary education through Kazakh-Afghan education program. Partnered with University of Maryland, studied Linguistic Anthropology and english. CIA satellite POO training.
Family, Friends, and Associates:
Musa: M, (14)
Bajbala's son. Presumed dead. Last seen when he was violently taken from her. Often has vivid dreams or nightmares interacting with him as a toddler; Afghan hills, poppy fields, kites, burning bodies, wailing, sinking holes.
Pazir Anwarzai "Rake Bravo": M, 50
CIA-FIDP RED BULB asset. Bajbala's handler, mentor and close friend. Had an infatuation when she was more naïve. Saved her when she was compromised. Facilitated her immigration to the US.
Lauren J. Fiari: F, 28
A friend and colleague living in Washington. She works in some political body doing research and analysis on cultural assimilation in the US. Bajbala's party-going english tutor.
Likes: Networking, singing and dancing(especially to played out western tunes like "Billy Jean"), being courted, the ocean, dates(the fruit), tea, artisanal bread.
Dislikes: Religious/Political extremists, child exploitation and abuse, drugs, putting out, ice-cold beverages, first-world problems.
Fears: Overcoming the denial of her child's fate, further, discovering what happened. When experiencing children suffering or feeling a lack of control over her choices, she is filled with anxiety. Bajbala disassociates and becomes irritable, until she can be alone where she pours out her emotions. It ever haunts her even though it has been years. She had just become a mother and failed so quickly. Was she to blame? Did she do everything in her power or did she just give him up?
Weaknesses: She's not exceptionally strong and has minimal hand-to-hand training. Bajbala suffers from anxiety when facing sensitive and cruel situations with children. Sometimes enough to put her into a fit of rage or tremors.
Adaptations:
Violence:
Harmless:
STRENGTH: 1
DEXTERITY: 4
STAMINA: 3
BUREAUCRACY: 5
INTELLIGENCE: 3
WILLPOWER: 4
SANITY/BRKPNT: 20/-16
Skills:
Gifted(+8): Subterfuge, HUMINT, Persuade
Adept(+6): Handguns, Linguistic anthropology, SERE, Awareness
Average(+4): MilSci-Land, Demolition, Break-and-Enter, SIGINT
Novice(+2): Long Guns, First aid, Forensics, Archaeology, Hand-to-hand
Language: Pashto, English (fluent), Arabic (intermediate), Russian (rudimentary).
Specialised Skills:
Alias/Callsigns: "Switch"
Age: 30
Gender: F
Appearance:

Fair skinned Afghan. Nimble and fit for mountain fighting. Modest musculature. Several small moles on her body. Burn scar in her right palm. She speaks with a confident mellifluous tone. Speaks english clearly with a very mild middle-eastern accent. Thick locks of shoulder length hair, usually bound in a short braid when off-duty.
Agency/Organization: Former CIA project RED BULB asset in Afghanistan Regional Command East. Billeted as an Paramilitary Operations Officer under the CIA Directorate of Operations.
Education: Biased 3rd-world Primary education. RED BULB training program. Secondary education through Kazakh-Afghan education program. Partnered with University of Maryland, studied Linguistic Anthropology and english. CIA satellite POO training.
Bajbala remembers innocently dancing with her older siblings as the adults celebrated, ordained by Allah, on the morning of September 12th 2001.
Her life was stable, if not unfair to her education until she was around 14. Her father who seemed so much to love her married her off to a mid-level Taliban leader, Jamshid Wazifiq. The sudden leap into Afghan womanhood left her with feelings of Betrayal. She would be veiled in cloth and social isolation until Pazir Anwarzai, a CIA asset deeply in bed with the extremists, made contact. He was part of a CIA program titled RED BULB that sought to recruit young girls as HUMINT sensors. The most harmless and disgruntled denizens in Afghanistan would be the least expected threat to harm and compromise the Taliban objective.
Pazir connected with her on the promise of reuniting her family and ending the control and abuse. This wassupported by the equally sympathetic mid-wives and older women who wished for some semblance of freedom that vanished with the rise of the Taliban.
Bajbala gave birth to her son very early in life. This vulnerability and close status with Wazifiq was expected and exploited by the program to identify the Taliban command structure in the area. She would relay what she heard and plant bugs in places Pazir couldn't reach. This espionage kickstarted the elimination of distant connections.
After three years of smooth running and the recent elimination of her husband Wazifiq, she made a mistake. The Taliban on all fronts were tighter than ever knowing that spooks loomed inside and out. She was in possession of a hand-held radio that was hastily hidden when she was tending to her son, then 3 years old. Her mother was the only person in her family not off fighting the Americans or dead so she stayed with Bajbala. The mother attempted to more successfully hide it, now understanding what was going on with her daughter and some strange behaviors lately. She was caught and persecuted by the fighters. She took the blame and was executed by the men.
They decided to make an example of her friends and daughter as well. They beat and wounded some of the girls in the compound. Bajbala's memory is hazy. She remembers they slapped her around and viciously abducted her son, dragging him away as if to kill him in the street. Pazir made it to Bajbala in time to gun down the men preparing to punish her. Compromised and outnumbered, he fled with a broken Bajbala.
The following years consisted of repressed emotions, accelerated learning through the Kazahk-Afghan secondary education initiative for women, and further tutelage from Pazir and his American partners. During this time she also picked up functioning english Her sole-survivorship and assistance to the NATO mission landed her a premium slot for a Special Immigrant Visa to the US. Pazir and his CIA contacts took point and pushed it almost as a consolation. Bajbala continued to serve with Pazir as a frontline surveillance and pipe-laying asset for several years until she was cleared to enter the US. During this time the few successful RED BULB assets were transforming into their own lethal guerrilla force.
There was one operation that stood out from rest. The duo was tasked with close following one Bazir al-Kahlwadi. ISR picked up Bazir's suspected convoy in the village Ojam Khalay near the border or Pakistan. They were deployed on ground to fish him out, covering as a fragmented insurgency gang-member and his wife. Once they made contact they realized something was off. The dynamic of the soldiers seemed to support other unidentified personnel. Their demeanor was much quieter and less involved in the village.
The group only allowed them to travel side-by-side as a precaution against NATO intervention until they were several miles into Pakistan. From here, Bajbala and Pazir had difficulty tracking them towards the northern mountains. The further they ventured, the colder and quieter it became. They identified Bazir's troupe headed towards a remote village nestled in the mountains and broke off the persuit. It wasn't long after they relayed the information up the CIA chain that they coordinated a strike. Bajbala would be long gone by the time it happened and would never know the results.
In the quiet hills she remembers some feeling calling for her, a foreign howl in her mind. The longer she paid it any mind the more it morphed into the desperate wailing of an infant Though, it had a rhythm like some haunting language. It only faded when the mountains disappeared into the horizon. Since, she has been haunted by unexplainable things in her dreams about her son.
Bajbala entered the united states in 2013 and grinded away her stereotypes and fantasies of the country. She would obtain a degree in Linguistic Anthropology from the University of Maryland sponsored by the CIA as long as she continued work with them. She focused much time integrating into American culture and smoothing out her english speech.
In 2017 she was assigned to team working with Peshmerga in the pushback against ISIS in Iraq. After 2 years she was recalled to the US for reassignment to another project locked behind a mound of clearance-tokens.
Her life was stable, if not unfair to her education until she was around 14. Her father who seemed so much to love her married her off to a mid-level Taliban leader, Jamshid Wazifiq. The sudden leap into Afghan womanhood left her with feelings of Betrayal. She would be veiled in cloth and social isolation until Pazir Anwarzai, a CIA asset deeply in bed with the extremists, made contact. He was part of a CIA program titled RED BULB that sought to recruit young girls as HUMINT sensors. The most harmless and disgruntled denizens in Afghanistan would be the least expected threat to harm and compromise the Taliban objective.
Pazir connected with her on the promise of reuniting her family and ending the control and abuse. This wassupported by the equally sympathetic mid-wives and older women who wished for some semblance of freedom that vanished with the rise of the Taliban.
Bajbala gave birth to her son very early in life. This vulnerability and close status with Wazifiq was expected and exploited by the program to identify the Taliban command structure in the area. She would relay what she heard and plant bugs in places Pazir couldn't reach. This espionage kickstarted the elimination of distant connections.
After three years of smooth running and the recent elimination of her husband Wazifiq, she made a mistake. The Taliban on all fronts were tighter than ever knowing that spooks loomed inside and out. She was in possession of a hand-held radio that was hastily hidden when she was tending to her son, then 3 years old. Her mother was the only person in her family not off fighting the Americans or dead so she stayed with Bajbala. The mother attempted to more successfully hide it, now understanding what was going on with her daughter and some strange behaviors lately. She was caught and persecuted by the fighters. She took the blame and was executed by the men.
They decided to make an example of her friends and daughter as well. They beat and wounded some of the girls in the compound. Bajbala's memory is hazy. She remembers they slapped her around and viciously abducted her son, dragging him away as if to kill him in the street. Pazir made it to Bajbala in time to gun down the men preparing to punish her. Compromised and outnumbered, he fled with a broken Bajbala.
The following years consisted of repressed emotions, accelerated learning through the Kazahk-Afghan secondary education initiative for women, and further tutelage from Pazir and his American partners. During this time she also picked up functioning english Her sole-survivorship and assistance to the NATO mission landed her a premium slot for a Special Immigrant Visa to the US. Pazir and his CIA contacts took point and pushed it almost as a consolation. Bajbala continued to serve with Pazir as a frontline surveillance and pipe-laying asset for several years until she was cleared to enter the US. During this time the few successful RED BULB assets were transforming into their own lethal guerrilla force.
There was one operation that stood out from rest. The duo was tasked with close following one Bazir al-Kahlwadi. ISR picked up Bazir's suspected convoy in the village Ojam Khalay near the border or Pakistan. They were deployed on ground to fish him out, covering as a fragmented insurgency gang-member and his wife. Once they made contact they realized something was off. The dynamic of the soldiers seemed to support other unidentified personnel. Their demeanor was much quieter and less involved in the village.
The group only allowed them to travel side-by-side as a precaution against NATO intervention until they were several miles into Pakistan. From here, Bajbala and Pazir had difficulty tracking them towards the northern mountains. The further they ventured, the colder and quieter it became. They identified Bazir's troupe headed towards a remote village nestled in the mountains and broke off the persuit. It wasn't long after they relayed the information up the CIA chain that they coordinated a strike. Bajbala would be long gone by the time it happened and would never know the results.
In the quiet hills she remembers some feeling calling for her, a foreign howl in her mind. The longer she paid it any mind the more it morphed into the desperate wailing of an infant Though, it had a rhythm like some haunting language. It only faded when the mountains disappeared into the horizon. Since, she has been haunted by unexplainable things in her dreams about her son.
Bajbala entered the united states in 2013 and grinded away her stereotypes and fantasies of the country. She would obtain a degree in Linguistic Anthropology from the University of Maryland sponsored by the CIA as long as she continued work with them. She focused much time integrating into American culture and smoothing out her english speech.
In 2017 she was assigned to team working with Peshmerga in the pushback against ISIS in Iraq. After 2 years she was recalled to the US for reassignment to another project locked behind a mound of clearance-tokens.
The Good. A positive spirit. She is earnest about her work and is thankful for the opportunity to be part of America, which has been the only support in her life after childhood. She appreciates people who work with her and is very forward with what she wants in life. Her life surrounds the purpose the CIA RED BULB program instilled in her and she integrates it well into her private life.
The bad. In times of duress she remains confident. She is more accustomed to working alone or with one other in a clandestine fashion. She is not so confident in specifically kinetic operations and will rely on some form of leadership to be effective. Bajbala does have anxiety about her romantic relations and fails to let anyone get that close, even if she adores the western attention of courtship.
The ugly. Her Islamic faith was shaken dry through the trauma she faced in Afghanistan. However, it is deeply instilled by her extremist upbringing and it teeters in the edge of her mind, especially when faced with disturbing events. The more disturbing, the more vividly she recalls the cries in the mountains speaking to her.
The bad. In times of duress she remains confident. She is more accustomed to working alone or with one other in a clandestine fashion. She is not so confident in specifically kinetic operations and will rely on some form of leadership to be effective. Bajbala does have anxiety about her romantic relations and fails to let anyone get that close, even if she adores the western attention of courtship.
The ugly. Her Islamic faith was shaken dry through the trauma she faced in Afghanistan. However, it is deeply instilled by her extremist upbringing and it teeters in the edge of her mind, especially when faced with disturbing events. The more disturbing, the more vividly she recalls the cries in the mountains speaking to her.
Family, Friends, and Associates:
Musa: M, (14)
Bajbala's son. Presumed dead. Last seen when he was violently taken from her. Often has vivid dreams or nightmares interacting with him as a toddler; Afghan hills, poppy fields, kites, burning bodies, wailing, sinking holes.
Pazir Anwarzai "Rake Bravo": M, 50
CIA-FIDP RED BULB asset. Bajbala's handler, mentor and close friend. Had an infatuation when she was more naïve. Saved her when she was compromised. Facilitated her immigration to the US.
Lauren J. Fiari: F, 28
A friend and colleague living in Washington. She works in some political body doing research and analysis on cultural assimilation in the US. Bajbala's party-going english tutor.
Likes: Networking, singing and dancing(especially to played out western tunes like "Billy Jean"), being courted, the ocean, dates(the fruit), tea, artisanal bread.
Dislikes: Religious/Political extremists, child exploitation and abuse, drugs, putting out, ice-cold beverages, first-world problems.
Fears: Overcoming the denial of her child's fate, further, discovering what happened. When experiencing children suffering or feeling a lack of control over her choices, she is filled with anxiety. Bajbala disassociates and becomes irritable, until she can be alone where she pours out her emotions. It ever haunts her even though it has been years. She had just become a mother and failed so quickly. Was she to blame? Did she do everything in her power or did she just give him up?
Weaknesses: She's not exceptionally strong and has minimal hand-to-hand training. Bajbala suffers from anxiety when facing sensitive and cruel situations with children. Sometimes enough to put her into a fit of rage or tremors.
Adaptations:
Violence:
Harmless:
STRENGTH: 1
DEXTERITY: 4
STAMINA: 3
BUREAUCRACY: 5
INTELLIGENCE: 3
WILLPOWER: 4
SANITY/BRKPNT: 20/-16
Skills:
Gifted(+8): Subterfuge, HUMINT, Persuade
Adept(+6): Handguns, Linguistic anthropology, SERE, Awareness
Average(+4): MilSci-Land, Demolition, Break-and-Enter, SIGINT
Novice(+2): Long Guns, First aid, Forensics, Archaeology, Hand-to-hand
Language: Pashto, English (fluent), Arabic (intermediate), Russian (rudimentary).
Specialised Skills:
As an operative in the program, the following is given that she has access and that it does not compromise the mission.
Clothing: In the first-world she wears a number of different light-jackets, long-sleeve shirts, jeans, loose-fit shorts, sandals or sneakers. Rarely heels. Otherwise, she wears attire appropriate for females of the culture she is embedded with.
Weapons: Concealed; Walther PPK/s.
Tools/Equipment: Leather purse, sunglasses, beanie, notepad, pen, local currency, small tactical light, GPS Tracker, ad-hoc usb device synced with secure phone.
Clothing: In the first-world she wears a number of different light-jackets, long-sleeve shirts, jeans, loose-fit shorts, sandals or sneakers. Rarely heels. Otherwise, she wears attire appropriate for females of the culture she is embedded with.
Weapons: Concealed; Walther PPK/s.
Tools/Equipment: Leather purse, sunglasses, beanie, notepad, pen, local currency, small tactical light, GPS Tracker, ad-hoc usb device synced with secure phone.
As an operative in the program, the following is given that she has access and that it does not compromise the mission. While ready and able, she does not primarily conduct direct-action operations. The exception being covert single-target elimination.
Clothing: Typically the same as her off-duty attire. Neutral colored jackets, shirt-of-the-day, fitted jeans/hiking pants, sneakers. For more kinetic operations she may wear black or neutral colored niqab, black leather gloves. For middle-eastern affairs, a burqa.
Weapons: Chosen from the following.
- VP9 Welrod
- Beretta 92 FS compact (micro-reflex sight, suppressor)
- MP7 (red dot sight [Micro T2], IR/visible laser [ATPIAL], QD suppressor)
- AKs-74u (double-point sling)
- Sawed-off M79
Tools/Equipment: At her discretion; Low-visibility plate carrier (grey, slick, often under jacket), slim battle-belt, Joint Tactical Radio System (for team ops), throat-mic/earbud, IR beacon, tactical flashlight, two additional 9x19mm subsonic loaded magazines.
Light backpack, GPS trackers, ad-hoc usb device, skullcrusher head-mount, monocular night vision (PVS-14), tourniquet & quick clot, composite-4 explosive when issued or portable home-made C.A.N. explosives to different shapes and sizes, small two-way radio.
Clothing: Typically the same as her off-duty attire. Neutral colored jackets, shirt-of-the-day, fitted jeans/hiking pants, sneakers. For more kinetic operations she may wear black or neutral colored niqab, black leather gloves. For middle-eastern affairs, a burqa.
Weapons: Chosen from the following.
- VP9 Welrod
- Beretta 92 FS compact (micro-reflex sight, suppressor)
- MP7 (red dot sight [Micro T2], IR/visible laser [ATPIAL], QD suppressor)
- AKs-74u (double-point sling)
- Sawed-off M79
Tools/Equipment: At her discretion; Low-visibility plate carrier (grey, slick, often under jacket), slim battle-belt, Joint Tactical Radio System (for team ops), throat-mic/earbud, IR beacon, tactical flashlight, two additional 9x19mm subsonic loaded magazines.
Light backpack, GPS trackers, ad-hoc usb device, skullcrusher head-mount, monocular night vision (PVS-14), tourniquet & quick clot, composite-4 explosive when issued or portable home-made C.A.N. explosives to different shapes and sizes, small two-way radio.
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