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Brain Kemp yawned and wiped his face with his hands slowly, moving his shoulder-length hair out of his face. He was sitting in a small empty room of the bunker, in complete darkness save for the faint glow of the LCD screen of his laptop in front of him and the power light on his satellite modem. He had grabbed them and thrown them into his backpack when the base was attacked, an attack which interrupted some 'programming' that was likely unbecoming a C4 operative...namely hacking. Before he had become a fighter pilot and a C4 member, he was a typical computer slacker, and he was good at it. He hadn't been caught yet. The modem finally connected. He had some illegal modifications done to it that encrypted the signal, making it pretty much untracable. He looked at his screen.
You have three new messages.
Brian tilted his head and opened his Inbox, reading the first message. "Junk mail..." he said after a moment of glancing through it, deleting it. He opened the second message and glanced over it. "Porno spam messages from those weirdos again...I'll have to hack their server and crash them for that later..." he mumbled to himself, closing the message, and opening the last one. He blinked slightly at the sender. It was the ISB, and was a few days old. He swallowed and started reading.
Priority Message for Pvt. Kemp, Brian:
Pvt. Kemp, we at the ISB regret to inform you of the passing of your father, Jean Kemp. He died of a heart attack on August 27th. We are deeply sorry for your loss-
Kemp's face contorted in a grimace of pain as he slammed the laptop shut. "DAMN IT! Those bastards got to him too!" Kemp screamed in his head, on the verge of breaking down. Brian knew that his father had once been associated with X-Com, and that he was one of their lab rats in their Psy-Amp experiments, which was one of the causes for his degenerating mental state...Jean had never told anybody except for Brian though...but somehow the ISB must have found out. And it was no secret that Jean was not a big fan of Wychin's methods; he was there when Wychin had killed Krotyla, among other things. Brian reasoned that they had either given his father a lethal injection and faked the medical reports, or that they were holding him in a lab somewhere to study the effects of X-Com's experiments for whatever reason. Brian coughed and looked up at his laptop, his face full of rage. He reached up and turned it off, taking a deep breath. He had to go on a five mile hike soon, and he really couldn't afford to screw up on this mission. "Those fuckers are going to pay..." Kemp mumbled.
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Jean Kemp walked quickly and discreetly down the streets of Boston. He was dressed in a black trenchcoat and had grown out a beard to help mask his facial features. He was also wearing a hat with the brim pulled down low, helping to keep his face shadowed. "The ISB is probably very pissed off now..." Kemp thought to himself, grinning. He had a Psy-Amp hidden in his trenchcoat along with a glock. He had used the Psy-Amp to convince the last ISB agent out of the six that had come to his house that he had actually killed Kemp, and he left. The other five...were left laying dead on the floor with either brain hemorages or gunshot wounds. Kemps official time of 'death' was 10:32...and he had gone to the bank immediately and withdrawn all of his money from his account at 11:03, before any reports could be filed. Between that and the letter that he had sent to the ISB headquarters out of Atlanta that said "Losers." with the enclosed Polaroid of him flipping the camera the bird. The ISB hadn't found any of his journals or documents from his run with the Cold Force, since he had them locked away in safe deposit boxes that were buried in an old corn field in Georgia. He also had several phony IDs with him, meaning that he could go just about anywhere he pleased. He had to find some way to get in touch with Brian...but for now he just had to escape detection long enough to think of a plan. Kemp was never one to get mad...he got even.
Written on July 19th by Ryan Cape AKA Brian/Jean Kemp