Everyone shut up and wait one bloody second.
The entire division is in tossing shambles. Everything's gone to hell while everyone is attempting to figure out what the hell happened; now that the situation is being examined, we've obviously had a major breach. It's apparent that we were all being censored; though reports of 66342-O being notoriously hard to kill had bled through, WE all had startling amounts of evidence that pointed to the contrary; that those reports were falsified or explainable. Well, THAT evidence that has now vanished into thin fucking air. Something, or rather, someone, has been leading the entire eastern branch of the Beaurocracy on a wild goose chase; the damage is so bad that the best damage control in the area has been permanently assigned to the Baker Squad . It's so bad that most of the communicational lines have been shut down, making everyone resort to the physical archives. It's so bad that the coordinating Highers haven't even GOTTEN to my "punishment for acts of insubordinative nature" yet, and they usually jump on those kind of things with childlike glee; they're too busy trying to root out the proxy who did this, as obviously it's an internal job.
That's. Too. Easy.
Well, "Highers", you're about to be eating out of my palm, because you'll never find out who did this without the information I've compiled in the past twelve hours. Don't look at your monitors like that; did you really think I was going to sit here and let you humiliate both myself and Mr. Banks like this? I've survived through the night, and that's all what was needed.
Now, let me tell you what you all are going to consent to, because everyone needs to be told their guidelines and parameters, correct?
You're going to consent to having all charges against me and my squad dropped. You're going to consent to doing so by reading the information below. You're also going to consent to dropping quota and allowing my Squad and I to do our TOSSING jobs. You're going to consent to giving me all the resources I need, and you're going to consent to me continuing the hunt. And if you choose not to? I'm sure that our target will either destroy you or move his game elsewhere.
.. Aha, excellent. Not even finished the draft, and yet I've received all the written documentation of "Forgiveness" I need. I knew you were watching, gentleman. I suppose this means that I should uphold my end of the bargain?
You've slipped, creepy Anon. I didn't even consider all of this being you until you started dropping little clues. Did you think you were being clever? "Mr. Goldstein". It's a nice name, I suppose. If slightly unassuming. Non-threatening. It's almost funny, I'd figure for you to go with something more flashy, you strike me as the type. But that's not what this was about, was it? You wanted to be noticed, to give a little bit of name to the oh-so-biting words. One name, a label identity, only so others could appreciate your genius. Not consequential in the slightest.
"655321", was it? I'd made the connection between you two a while ago; your anonymous comments stick out like a sore thumb. It seemed, at the very most, to be something of very little value. Just another clue that you allowed me to have, keeping a solution just out of grasp.
But 655321 doesn't go exclusively by that number, does he? No, he goes by "Double-5".
6+3+2+1 = 12.
Mr. Goldstein12. You didn't even hide it from a simple search engine.
You've been watching us for quite a while, haven't you? Periodically checking in, logging your thoughts, out of nothing. But. Hubris. Well, we all see you now. We all see what you're capable of. And we're very, very pissed off.
The game is afoot, Goldstein. No, rather, Moriarty. No use in hiding. It's all open for us to see now. Let's give them all a good show.