Maxis Intel

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Automated Voice: Access granted. Commencing recording.

Maxis: It's late here in Berlin -- and it's cold, so I'm going to make this brief. Everything is so much worse than I thought. Sorry, Weaver -- how's your day going?

Maxis: I'm going to be frank. I'm not sure who the hell I can trust at the BND. There's an atmosphere. People are leaving. New weapon are coming in... and I'm not sure how much choice any of them have in it.

Maxis: Point is, something seems to have everyone spooked and looking over their shoulder. Cold War paranoia -- who'd have thought it?

Maxis: All I know for sure is there's a project file called... "Endstation."

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Automated Voice: Access granted. Commencing recording.

Maxis: I'm hearing that something has lit a fire under the KGB's metaphorical ass. Something they found out about Endstation.

Maxis: There are -- shall we say "extremists"? -- within their ranks that are pushing a new agenda. Their department thinks they might have uncovered something that could be a game changer for the Cold War.

Maxis: All I know for certain is that they've allocated a huge amount of resources to fund a ground operation in Poland...

Maxis: What worries me more is I have no idea who around me I can really trust. Some here may already be working with them. They may even be listening in...

Automated Voice: Code in.

Automated Voice: Access granted. Commencing recording.

Maxis: So, this is the last you'll hear from me. For a while.

Maxis: I'm starting to feel that the walls are closing in, if you get my meaning.

Maxis: Two of my contacts have already been exposed. Well, I say exposed, but to be more specific one started singing as soon as he was detained. The other fell out of a window.

Maxis: Before the untimely "accident," he sent me a tape. I think it's what the new department is going after... Endstation.

Maxis: An associate at the BND -- maybe the last one I can trust -- will ensure its delivery to you.

Maxis: Right now I have no choice but to move, and burn everything in my wake. Forgive my breaches of protocol, WEaver, but these times are... unprecedented.

To those who need to know. I believe my recent actions have compromised my position. I expect the reprisals from my KGB colleagues to be swift and severe. I take some comfort knowing that securing the enclosed package means my fate will not be for nothing. The West has to know about Endstation before it is too late. Nothing else matters.

Sam -

 

I'm worried and I don't know who else to turn to. The incoming case officer has instructed me - and everyone else in the department - to turn over the contact lists for all foreign nationals who acted as BND agents at any time over the last 5 years.

 

Agents in place I can understand - but why would they need to ID contacts for inactive operations? Why would they need to know where former agents were re-located after defection? It doesn't make sense. What are they trying to dredge up? I don't know. I'm sorry Sam - I know you've been the bagman recently. I just had to give you a heads up.

 

- Dieter

W -

 

I know why you did what you did, but I thought I made it clear when we last spoke - I have to stay in the field. It doesn't matter how many people you send to bring me in, they won't succeed - I've gotten pretty damn good at looking over my shoulder these past few months.

 

Besides, I've already left Germany - I have a new contact within Omega Group itself. He's scared.

 

I think he can be turned.

 

- M

 

PS I am sorry for hurting your men - but broken noses WILL heal.

Maxis: Hey. You know me, don't you? Sure you do. Hopefully. You're part of Weaver's strike team, right? My name's Maxis. I'm a friend.

Maxis: Sorry to start off with some bad news, but friends need to be honest with each other, so... I have reason to believe my communications channels with Weaver are compromised.

Maxis: I would say we do not know who is listening, but... even an idiot could probably work it out. Russians.

Maxis: So, I will continue to make these recordings in the hope that they may find their way to you without interference. P.S. Good luck.

Maxis: I'm going to assume you can hear me because the alternative is far too depressing to think about.

Maxis: I'm... in the field. Not an actual field -- that would be silly. It's a churchyard in Romania. Don't worry, there are not vampires. Even if there were, I have garlic. And weapons.

Maxis: To be perfectly clear with you, I have reason to believe the BND have been compromised. So I have gone what some would term "a little bit rogue." It pretty much means I am operating without authorization or oversight.

Maxis: But since I've spent the last seven years working alongside spies from both East and West, you can hardly blame me. Don't worry. I know my scorpions from my frogs.

Maxis: This experiment -- Endstation. If I'm right, it may be the turning point the Russians believe it to be. We have to stop them.

Maxis: I was the one. I'm the reason you're here. I gave Weaver the Russian intel about the site in Poland... and told him how much the Russians were interested in it.

Maxis: Right now, I'm operating on the theory that they knew that there was something big here -- an unnatural power they could perhaps harness, and turn upon their enemies. Something no nation could be prepared for.

Maxis: Wait. Has Weaver even told you about the extent of the Outbreak Zones?

Maxis: Hate to break it to you, but this event isn't an isolated incident. Russian forces are mobilizing in multiple locations across the world, and right now you're weeks -- if not months -- behind them.

Maxis: I wasn't sure at first but now I know who they are -- a little known offshoot of the KGB known as the Omega Group.

Maxis: I'd seen mention of their activities a few times over the years, but I'd never given it much credence... up until recently.

Maxis: What the fuck is "exo-science" anyway?

Maxis: So right now, I'm looking at the big, bad Russian boogeyman that we know as Omega, and then, on the other side, there's you: a CIA-backed department known as Requiem.

Maxis: You know much about them? Or do you just follow orders? I suspect the latter, and I thank you for your service.

Maxis: This isn't me ragging on your operation. God knows me and Weaver got a history and a whole lot in common. But there's always the question... the worry... of divided loyalties.

Maxis: Weaver's half Russian. I'm German. Who were you fighting in World War Two? You sure you know who the enemy is now?

Maxis: This is a new landscape. None of this is what any of us are used to.

Maxis: I'm going to do my part while you do yours. I think there's a lot more to this than we know.

Maxis: I want you to know that I've been in your shoes, and you can trust Weaver. He is a good man to have in your corner. A good boss.

Maxis: Back in the '70s West Germany was a major investor and supplier to Iran. In exchange for oil and gas, we propped up their steel industry and aided their nuclear power program.

Maxis: I was there in '79 when the revolution kicked off. Western intelligence agencies coordinated with the CIA to ensure the Shah's safe extraction to the US, but a lot of diplomats and citizens weren't so lucky. Me included.

Maxis: If it wasn't for Weaver's intervention and willingness to go off the books, I'd be a forgotten memory by now.

Maxis: Trust me. Trust me. For now, I'm going to have to go dark. I'm en route to meet a contact in Southeast Asia. He says he knows exactly what Omega Group is planning.