It was a typical January morning, cold and grey. As arranged I’d met up with the other
Cassandra 23 agents in a small Suffolk town and then the four of us, using a pool car
provided by the agency, began heading west as instructed. We knew that we would
meet up with a fifth member of our cell on arrival at our destination.
Previously I’d only done some unclassified research work for Cassandra and I was
surprised to be selected for a field operation – my surprise only grew when I discovered
that my new colleagues professed to have no field experience either. At the time I
suspected that Cassandra 23 preferred to use operatives who had no connection with
the fields of security and intelligence but events were to prove that supposition untrue.
Although we were all somewhat tight – lipped about ourselves it was clear that we were
an eclectic bunch. The driver, Jones, was apparently a “Rock Ape”; I took this to refer
to the RAF regiment as he bore only a passing resemblance to a simian. The other two
agents seemed to come as a matched pair, one, Patrick Harper, was a historian from
Northern Ireland and his fellow Irishman, Billy claimed to be a psychic. I would like to
say that an immediate rapport developed amongst the Cell but the truth was that the
two Irishmen took it upon themselves to bate Jones, who replied to their good-natured
taunts with equally good-natured threats of death or serious disfigurement. I was
silent, unsure what to make of my new companions.
During the journey we played a briefing tape which Jones had been provided with – it
was as useful as any other piece of government information I’ve come across.
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All material on these pages relates to fictional situations, characters and organisations,part of an ongoing murder mystery type adventure game, and in no way reflects any real interest or belief in the paranormal, espionage, etc, etc. It's just a game chaps!
Last Updated:26th March 2000