Danika Joggins- Adminstrative Journal – Encryption set Sierra Hotel India Tango
The past couple days have been interesting to say the least. We have landed on Collace. Not the most hospitable place outside of the domes but not bad otherwise. Find a nice spa here it might make for a nice vacation, but sadly this a business trip. Hours before we arrived the president of the planet were assassinated. As it is thought that off-worlders did this, we were asked to investigate it due to the marines we have ridding with us. Not to mention we are considered imperial navy due to the current war going on.
We were able to land without difficulty, and drop off our injured patient. They essentially switched out our low berth for a new one so that she didn’t have to be awoken. Frankly I was concerned that awakening her anywhere but the actual hospital would not be advisable. With her offloaded we were shown to some gray vehicles for transport to the location of the blast. It was pretty standard set up. Two guard vehicles, with dignitaries in the middle, then hauling ass where we are going to make sure no one is following us. I have experienced this a few times when going through bad areas to go to factories that are in less than perfect areas. As we go along we get the 5 credit tour, the whole time Greyson is taking pictures; which turned out later to be a good thing.
As we go closer to the capital building/ bomb site we were given a more thorough briefing from Captain Jed Pillin. The president was coming out to address the whole senate and house of the people. As he was doing so one of his body guards grabbed him and dedicated a bomb. This act killed the president and initially kills half of the President’s cabinet, and seriously injuring the rest. Thirty minutes later from the center of the emergency vehicles another blast went off more powerful than the first. This blast took down half the building. It killed 90% of the senate and house members, as well as the reporters, and emergency response people. At this point the Secretary of the Treasury was the highest ranking living member of the government became acting president. This is both a good thing and a bad thing. Good that there is at least 1 member of the executive government still alive to run the planet. It has been a practice on other planets that whenever the highest ranking political official calls a meeting of ALL the governmental officials, one member of the executive cabinet does not attend incase a situation like this was to occur. They are the designated survivor. On the other hand, if this policy was NOT in place and this one cabinet member just happened to miss the meeting, it is highly suspect.
As we got closer we went through an army check point, but a quarter mile further down from it we went through a local LEO’s check point. I wouldn’t call them typical in that these LEO’s had a gray tank pointed at us the whole time we were being inspected. I don’t mean pointed at the convoy I mean pointed at our particular gray vehicle. I got the sense that while the Army was generally glad for the help, the LEO’s were taking this as a personal affront. When we arrived at the site it was safe to say it was a mess. There was a huge crater filled with water in the center of it all. It is safe to say that was the point of the detonation. After a brief discussion we split up into three teams. The Baron, and [Randy’s Character] went off into the crowd to see if they could find any information. Marcus and Greyson stayed at the site to see if they couldn’t pump out that crater to see what they could find. Meanwhile the Doctor and I headed over to the makeshift morgue to examine the bodies.
The morge was a large room where they had medical equipment the bodies were laid out around in body bags. The Doctor started examining a body that was closest to the blast. Considering half the man’s torso, and cranium was missing I could tell what the cause of death was but as to what caused it, no clue. The Doctor said it was from Anti-personnel IED (Improvised explosive devise). He directed me to start looking at the bodies for a certain type of injury. I so much as started to touch the zipper on a body bag when the LEO’s who were escorting us started to get rather nervous. Thankfully they respectively, if nervous, if they could be the ones to do the handling of the bodies; this made me suspicious for two reasons. The first is why they not wanted us handling them, granted they had no problem with the Doc poking around. Then again he is a proper doctor, while I am at best a paramedic; which is a skill that I have sadly had to use a few times? You would be amazed at how many times I have had to stitch up clients have said or done the wrong thing and blown a deal. I can pull bullet s out of people, and stitch up knife wounds, but actual save people’s lives, not so much. I just keep them alive until the real guys can get to them. It could be they don’t want non-pure medical personnel handling the bodies. On the other hand they may just not like us poking around. Another possibility is that they just don’t want a “Delicate female flower” touching and being around such vile things. I get that they want to protect their females, but it can clash against my feminist sensibilities. If these guys want to touch very bloody, muddy, and mutilated bodies for me, they can, provided I can still do my work. I just cataloged this for further research. Ultimately, I found a body that met the Doctor’s criteria. The LEO’s brought the body to the exam table for the Doctor to examine. The shrapnel that he found turned out to be a golf ball size glass ball. After many hours of further search, we found more glass shards, which came from spherical balls of varying small size. Given the nature of the glass it was found that it was actual marbles.
When we returned to the bomb site we compared notes with the others. The Doc pointed out that the pot marks around what was left of the room were damage from the marbles, and after digging one out, we proved they were. Marcus and Greyson reported they found that the bomb seemed to have centered on what they believed to be an ambulance. From the wreckage they believe the first bomb was a suicide bomb strapped to the guard’s chest. The second had been inside an ambulance that came in response to the first bomb. The blasts were consistent with blasts made with military grade explosives. These bombs were not simple ammonium nitrate is mixed with diesel fuel, but real TNT, or C-4. The Baron reported that he had gotten his hands on security video footage from a local bar. The bar tender commented that the most suspicious people where off worlder tourists, or what he thought were tourists. I also noted that the Baron smelled strongly of alcohol, and his body guard was smashed. The Captain proceeded to rip him a new one siting regulation after regulation, granted the Baron got him to shut up when he said what they had found out. The captain had to admit that though he didn’t agree with the Baron’s methods, they did work.
For the night we were escorted to the former gym of the senate. There were shower facilities, and the army guys set up a screen area for me to have a little privacy. As much as I wanted to balk at the “Treat me like the rest of the guys” I had to admit it was kind of nice to have a little space of my own while the other men had to sleep out in the open. Besides the screen prevent me from having to see the sleeping attire, or lack thereof my companions. We were locked in the room which is good in that it prevents people from getting to us, but also from us getting out. Since we were stuck there my companions made use of the shower facilities while I began work on the security footage they brought back to us. I managed to isolate that there was one man who visited the bar, and showed interest in the capital building several times; each time in a different disguise. We uploaded an image of him to the army, and local LEO’s. My only concern is while having a BOLO out on him is a good thing to find him, if the LEO’s were involved in the assassination, then they might alert the man, and he would flee. IT is a double edged sword. I also helped Greyson, after he got out of his shower, to research the emergency vehicles that were at the scene. He was able to find that a local hospital had an ambulance stolen 2 days before the incident. This was going to be something to research in the morning.
The next day Greyson and I started our work on find out what we could about the body guard, did he have family? Any political connections? Any religious affiliations? While we dug through the paperwork we also looked into that ambulance and the possibility of a connection between the two. I found a reference to an emergency contact form on the guard’s employee file. I tracked that to a name, and cross referenced it with a hospitals HR payroll forms, which Greyson had ‘acquired’ for me. The name flagged to an employee who had not shown up for work since the ambulance theft. I then turned that information over to Greyson to see what he could find out about this cousin. I started going through the front door of bureaucracy, and occasionally translating what he found, but between the two of us we found the last location this cousin was thought ti live. The lists of his known associates, most of them were disillusioned and unemployed professionals. Greyson and I were, quite literally howling with happiness when our companions returned from their adventure to the Badlands.
From what we found out the local LEO’s caught our group, the Captain and Sargent the building where an incriminating video of the 2nd blast had been shot. The LEO’s apparently showed up in force, and pissed. When I say pissed I mean beat the shit out of our captain and then prepared to shoot everyone with the gray tanks cannon. Thankfully the Baron chose the best course of action and returned back to our base. He may have also needed to put on a pair of clean pants.
We were now at a cross roads, we could just turn over the information we had found to the LEO’s and go about our business, or go after the bastards themselves. The gist I got from the Captain and Sergeant was that if we didn’t they would do it themselves. We all loaded up and went to take on the place. Greyson and I held back while the more combat oriented people went ahead of us. Greyson wanted to ram the garage with the gray truck, but a well-placed slap to the back of the head changed his mind. He went off around the building with the Doc, while I stayed on this side of the house encase we had an injury. The one time I had to shot my gun I didn’t hit shit, though given the mess that the guys we found inside, they were meat mist. Sadly the one guy we wanted to have a live to be questioned was killed by our pilot with a snub SMG. Regardless there are computers and other items for us to sort through. And by the way, for the record, the smack to Grey’s head was well deserved because that garage he wanted to drive the car into was full of diesel fuel, fertilizer, and other “fun” volatile and explosive items.