Office of Special Assignments - Miami, FL
The serious, yet sultry visage of Special Agent Daniela Flores expanded into existance in the lower corner of the bank of screens Jay was monitoring.
"Sitrep," she said in way of greeting.
"I've been monitoring the train from local traffic and security cams," he responded, his eyes never leaving the activity on the screens,
"the FBI is or was rather in pursuit and local law enforcement has also been notified."
"What do you mean WAS, in pursuit?"
"Two agents have boarded the train."
"Boarded the train? While it was moving?"
"While it was moving."
A small smile tugged at the corners of Jay's lips as he saw the image of Dani tap her lips thoughtfully.
"Call Ellie ... I want her on scene ASAP. Contact Agent Witting, we're taking over this investigation ... this hacker has been on our radar for a while so we have the authority," she ordered as her mind refocused on the present.
"And scrub any references of terrorist, terrorism, hijacking, etcetera from social media ... I don't want Pitfall sticking their noses in as I'd like to limit the amount of collateral damage," she said before her image winked out.
Silver Star - Forward First Class Car
Looking up from his laptop screen and pushing his glasses back up the bridge of his nose he began snapping to the only other occupant of his small suite, pointing to the police scanner once he has the gentlemen's attention.
"I thought your men were handling the passengers," he exclaimed worriedly.
"I assure you they are," came the thick Russian accented reply.
"Then how do you explain that," he said with another emphatic gesture towards the scanner,
"how else would the local police know of our presence."
"Mudak," he grumbled in an unsuccessful attempt to hide the anger and contempt from his face,
"Maybe the FBI contacted the locals when you taunted them."
Pulling out his phone he exited the cabin, leaving the 'pedant' to his computer.
Silver Star - Coach Car
With a vigorous nod of appreciation and one last shocked glance at the dead man on the floor the woman practically ran to Beatrice's berth at the rear of the train, the door sliding shut with extra force that was followed by the telltale click of the lock engaging.
Fixing the image of Kevin Medroff, the hacker, in her mind before momentarily considering activating the jammer, Beatrice slowly made her way to the door that would take her to the next car and the front of the train. Glancing through the window she could see the next car was a coach car ... and packed full of people. Certainly more people than there were seats and all looking at each other nervously. No one seemed to notice her entry into the car, a dull whispered buzz of voices and nervous energy permeated the interior that was suddenly pierced with Russian folk music coming from her backpack. The passengers closest to her jumped and turned with a start as she quickly dug out the phone. The caller ID read босс {boss},
"Passazhir v bezopasnosti {Are the passengers secure}
?"
OOC:
You never indicated whether or not you had silenced the phones so I took some liberties. Send a Bluff/Deception roll if you answer and respond. FYI all the Russian phrases I have used {} symbols for the translation which obviously Stephen is fluent with his Cultures Focuses
