Wednesday 1 February 2012

there is nothing more deceptive than an obvious fact

... wait.

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.

Except.

"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.

Your move.

-Sherlock

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    1. Well, there's the fact that we're not going to get bloody written up, I'm not going to get re-assigned, we're not going to have to compete for marks, and I'm pretty sure we all just managed tp earn our winter bonus.

      Score.

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    2. Clarification:
      Do we have Purpose once again?

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    3. Yes. We do.

      This is going to be FUN.

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  2. 663- Good GOD he HAS a codename already, just use that.

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    1. The Highers LIKE the designations. I think it makes them feel like they're watching ants. Funny, how a mountain can be a molehill sometimes...

      Yes, I'm quite pleased with myself. Is it obvious?

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  3. How very clever of you, "Joseph"~

    "Mr. Goldstein"

    <3

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    1. The man of the hour himself arrives.

      Not that it's all that surprising. I'd imagined that you're tickled pink; pleased that you brought a branch to it's knees, and pleased that I finally found you.

      Though really. Could it have been any more obvious?

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    2. It could have. I could have run one of these silly little blogs you are all so fond of. You know, key to running a secretive organization is secrecy. Any idiot with half a brain cell can surmise the inner workings of your bureaucracy simply by reading further into the little information you've given here on this blog alone. Not to mention that silly little ponce you call "Handler."

      "Mr. Goldstein" or, more aptly, your Moriarty~

      <3

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    3. You would've found it anyway if you wanted that information, wouldn't you? And I'm sure Writer is watching this with what we could classify as "amusement".

      Though awfully stupid of you to give up your only advantage, isn't it? The man behind the curtain is having his hiding place exposed, piece by piece. Though you've just been waiting for this, haven't you?

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    4. Observation: Based on analysis of available information, High Probability that Subject, alias Goldstein, matches author of previous commentary.

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    5. I can do so much more in the light, Sherlock...

      <3

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    6. OH YOU MISERABLE LITTLE GIT!!! REALLY?!! NEXT ARE YOU GOING TO TELL US THE SKY IS BLUE AND THAT WATER IS WET, SHUTTER-BOY? FOR GOD''S FUCKING SAKEEE<ld!!!!!

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    7. Temper temper. Would hardly do us any good if you fizzled out before I got to BURN you, correct? If you're so easily enticed emotionally, you're just making this no challenge at all.

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  4. Also Sherlock and Moriarty? Good god, this explains all the ridiculously pretentious quotes all over this blog.

    Now we have people pretending to be characters from Victorian-era literature/vomit inducing british television (I.E. all british television). What's next, a blogger named Captain Kirk?

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    1. It seemed fitting/ keep in mind I didn't ask for the hopelessly exploitable, horribly cliché title. I was assigned it. Hence why I go by "Joseph", as my real name is hardly better by pretentiousness standards.

      ... Though "Moriarty" is me assigning a name simply based on the fact that creepy anon is a stuck up, hubris infected, horribly pretentious ponce. It seems fitting, no?

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    2. Which brings me to another thing. "Baker squad"? I don't see you guys threatening me with delicious bread, which would make for an excellent change.

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    3. "Creepy anon"...hehehehehe...

      <3

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    4. I'm waiting for the blogger that decides to go by the name "Ebony (or Enoby) Darkness Dementia Raven Way"

      Scratch that. I may just shut down my blog completely if that happens.

      Although if a blogger decides to go by the name "Boobs McGilacutty", I will be their best friend.

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    5. Ohhh, glad you like that one, Moriarty. Too bad it's accurate.

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  5. Well my boy, I have certainly taken a liking to your group so I shall see what strings I can pull. Although this is not really my department so I cannot make any promises.


    -The Grigori

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    1. I don't see why you'd assume I needed assistance, especially from someone who's hardly better than a pompous ass who brought a branch of the Organization (temporarily) to its knees, at least in terms of my knowing who you are. So that's going to have to be a no.

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    2. Also, I'll have you know that I'm hardly a "boy", and I'm hardly "yours". Piss off.

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    3. Ah so that's how you reply to this stuff. You must excuse me. I'm an old man so technology is not exactly my forte.
      I was trying say that I would pull some strings to get you the winter bonus you seem so hopeful for. While I am not responsible for distributing the money, I'm certainly the one responsible for making it. That should give me at least some say as to where it goes. Wouldn't you agree?

      -The Grigori

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    4. For goodness sake- no, I don't need the money, the winter bonus hardly matters when this sort of game has started, my pay is determined by my Handler and my Branch's subsequent review, and I'm not going to trust nor acknowledge you, because you're 90% more likely to be a crazy nutter than a legitimate resource.

      And so, in conclusion, I'll re-iterate; piss. Off.

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    5. You cannot even appreciate the fact that I was willing to this because I find you and your group to be quite skilled in what you do. That is certainly a shame.

      -The Grigori

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    6. You misunderstand. Appreciation and realism are something that do not tend to go hand in hand, and if you haven't noticed, my own arrogance nearly destroyed myself and my Squad. I'm hardly going to let that happen again.

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  6. I would just like to attempt to say I've not shit and a half to do with Mr. Goldstein's actions.

    And it was my choice to openly put myself out there. Not his. In fact it was anything but his choice for me to be out there.

    Now I've my own storm brewing to deal with, so if you'll excuse me I think I need to have a cup of tea and a few biscuits and proceed in my own business.

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    1. Hardly your fault, all of this. Forgot to mention that you're not under investigation for any of this; sorry, in all the commotion, it's hard to remember all the details...

      Though I would advise you to be careful. This is all just a game to him, don't you see? If he nearly got you involved once, it's likely he'll try to again.

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    2. Oh, well that's a pleasant breath of relief. I'd dislike very much to have to deal with all of that commotion. I've a Mistress to please and very little time to do it anymore it seems.

      And I'm cognizant of Mr. Goldstein's games. A little better than you yourself might think I could possibly be. So I am well and aware of how to "be careful" in the matters of Moriarty.

      Thank you for the warning, however.

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    3. I should be thanking you for popping up and being the piece of the puzzle I had been missing. If you've got the time, feel free to stop by the Cafe; I probably owe you a cup of my finest.

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    4. I suppose I should say "You're welcome" then oughtn't I?

      I may pop into your Cafe, should I have the time between my own assignments. My Mistress keeps me busy. You have met her I am informed? One Cherie? I'll see if I can afford time.

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    5. No rush; though I DO have the feeling we're going to be busy for the next while, what with the Knight squad going silent...

      Ah, yes, at the party. Charming, that one. A pleasure to be acquainted with. Hopefully will be seeing you, then.

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    6. I'll take my time at making your acquaintence then, since we both seem to be full in our schedules.

      And though I be not one for social events, I am sore to have missed that one. My own New Years was, rather, well, booked.

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    7. It was quite... eventful. I wouldn't regret missing it, personally. Even if my hours d'oeuvres are to die for.

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    8. Oh, well, we can find another excuse to share some hors d'oeuvres can we not?

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    9. Probably. Let's hope, however, it's not in the workplace party setting.

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    10. I can deal perfectly well with the idea of a more private party Sir.

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  7. Moriarty eh? Well. We owe him a little visit don't we? If you find out where this smug bastard is, PLEASE let us know. We are DYING to meet him. Well on second thought... He is your responsibility now I guess, and I think we all know that those pricks in charge HATE when people do not take care of their responsibilities... Can you just... Leave some for us? Please? We only ask for an hour with him. It's all we need.

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    1. Let's try to find him first, hm? If our Squad does need assistance, though, I'll be happy to request you lot specifically instead of just being assigned a load of idiots.

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    2. You're an impulsive fool. I just thought I should let you know. Let the professionals play with professionals deary.

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    3. My thanks Joseph. Good Luck in your search and may the Dread Father guide you to victory.
      And oh look it's you again. I am as professional as any of the fine agents here. Perhaps more so than a couple of them. I think the only one worthy of being called an impulsive fool is you. For making such an arrogant assumption about a man you know nothing about.

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    4. And you on Moriarty. Unfortunately you know nothing on him. And I can only assume that you are an up-and-comer since I've never heard your name before.

      He's not going to be killed easily. I'm going to leave it at that.

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  8. The best damage control in the area? Thank you.

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    1. Does no harm to tell the truth, Jan. Don't worry about it.

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  9. I do not think that they will sing to me.

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