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NOTE: This entire story is a complete work of fiction. Any similarities to any organizations and persons, living or dead are entirely coincidental.
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Based on the
Sony Computer Entertainment America Video Game Series
''Syphon Filter™''
Original Story, Scenario and Original Characters-''Heinrich Rhoemer'', ''Timothy Fielding'' & ''Nikasio Teiderman''
© Copyright 2002-2004 J. Baxter
Syphon Filter™
© Copyright 1999-2004
Sony Computer Entertainment America
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Chapter 2 - Warehouse #8
LOCATION ------------------------------
New York Shipyard Docks,
New York City
United States of America
DATE ------------------------
October 3rd, 2003
TIME ------------------------
Approx. 2314 HRS
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Fielding began to take photos of Teiderman's hapless victim as he lay on the ground motionless. He then focused on Teiderman, who was still holding the gun in his hand. Fielding took a couple of shots with Teiderman standing in front of the forklift driver's corpse.
About a second later, Teiderman placed the gun back into his blazer coat and turned to his men and spoke.
"Delta Leader, see to it that the body is disposed of properly, understood?"
Delta Leader took his stare off of the corpse and acknowledged Teiderman's orders "Yes sir. What about the ship's Captain? he'll probably be wondering what happened to this particular crew member." Teiderman held his cold stare "Tell the Captain that this driver had an.... accident and that he didn't make it. If he continues to press on about it, I want you to dispose of him as well. Is that clear?" Delta Leader kept his jaw slack and responded. "Yes sir. Understood."
Teiderman's cold stare turned into a smirk. "Good. Now get another forklift driver to repackage this crate's contents an make sure that he doesn't screw up either.", "Yes sir." Delta Leader responded before turning to three of his men issuing orders "Delta Two and Three, get rid of the 'trash'. Delta Four, Find another driver to take care of this crate. I'll wait here until you return. Everyone have their assignments?"
In unison, all three NSA Soldiers responded "Yes sir!"
"Get to it!" Delta Leader said to his three agents who in turn, began to carry out their orders.
Back on the rooftop, Fielding collected his thoughts. "Damn you Teiderman.... Damn you. You didn't have to kill that man."
Fielding continued to listen in.
Engel shot a satisfied glance over at Teiderman and spoke "A bit overzealous...." "But effective." Aramov finished.
Teiderman held his smirk "My thoughts exactly. A point needed to be made. Well then, it looks like everything here is being taken care of. I take it that you'll both be departing now?" Engel responded "Yes. We will see you....." Fielding's attention had been interrupted by the sounds of a helicopter's rotor blades whirling through the air somewhere above him.
A sudden feeling of surprise shot over Fielding's psyche..... Had he been discovered?
The helicopter could be heard but was nowhere to be seen in the dark sky. Fielding began to grow uncomfortable, especially in not knowing whether or not he'd been found out.
Fielding began to gather his equipment in a very slow and silent fashion. Just then, a bright light had completely engulfed the area where he was.
"Oh.....SHIT"
Teiderman watched as Engel and Aramov made their way back to the front of the dock. He was definitely relieved that nothing major had happened to the shipment. The last thing he needed to worry about was having to fully decontaminate himself if he had been exposed to the Syphon Filter Virus. Teiderman breathed a sigh of relief.
He continued to watch Engel and Aramov as they walked towards the limousine, enter it and drive off into the dark roadways leading back to the New York streets.
Teiderman began to think about how much money he as going to be getting from this. All of a sudden, his cell/radio went off. On the other end, was an NSA Agent barking something about finding someone on a rooftop.... "Special Agent Teiderman, this is Delta Six. Raven One has discovered someone lurking about on the rooftop of Warehouse #8. What are your orders sir?" Teiderman's smirk faded into a snarl "Whoever it is, apprehend them at once! There's no telling who they are or what they've seen. Delta and Gamma Teams, converge and surround Warehouse #8 on the double!" Teiderman listened as radio communications between the Delta and Gamma Teams took place.
"Delta Team, this is Delta Leader. Proceed to Warehouse #8 and apprehend the spook from the rooftop." then came another communication "Gamma Team, this is Gamma Leader. Go straight over to Warehouse #8. We've got a spook to chase after."
Teiderman watched as agents from the Delta and Gamma teams rapidly made their way towards Warehouse #8, cursing continuously under a single breath "Goddamned, sonuvabitch.". Teiderman began to walk towards the direction of Warehouse #8 while thinking to himself "This had better be some vagrant. I'd really hate for it to be someone who's out to expose me."
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Fielding got up as fast as he could and gathered some of his equipment with what seemed to be lightning speed. Considering the fact that he had just been discovered by Teiderman's Agents, the adrenaline started pumping through Fielding's veins.
Unfortunately, Fielding didn't have to time to gather all of his equipment, so he left some of the more cumbersome items behind; the laying pad, bag of tools, directional mic and sound supressed PPK handgun.
What Fielding did manage to take with him was the 35mm camera, digital recorder and an EPDD Taser which was attached to his belt.
Fielding ran as fast as he could to the rooftop's ladder but discovered that NSA Agents were only a couple of hundred feet away from the ground level. By the time he finished descending from the rooftop, the NSA Agents would have been on him.
Opting for an alternative, Fielding ran for cover behind a rooftop column in order to shield himself from the helicopter's floodlights. Fielding cursed under his breath and thought to himself "Well, this is one fine mess you've gotten yourself into. Shit. Think man, think!" Just then, Fielding heard the voices of the NSA Agents from the ground level. Looking around the warehouse, he finally saw something that gave a him a glint of hope. He looked over to the east side of the rooftop and saw the rooftop of Warehouse #7. He then ran over to the edge of the rooftop and looked down to see how far the gap was between the two warehouses. It looked to be about 15 feet of space.
Fielding took a deep breath and gathered his thoughts "Just get a head start, run fast and commit to the jump. Easy as pie.". Fielding ran back to the column. Now he actually heard what was being said by one of the NSA Agents: "Get up there! Raven One says he's behind the column!".
Without hesitation, Fielding broke into a mad dash and sprinted as fast as he could towards the edge of the rooftop. Upon reaching the edge, he stepped up onto the ledge while running and made his leap across to the rooftop of Warehouse #7. Fielding landed on his feet first and fell forward. He immediately compensated by doing a continuous roll on the ground and ended up in a crouched position.
He then continued on to the east side of Warehouse #7 and saw that the space between both warehouses was the same as before. He thought to himself while dashing towards the ledge "Two for the show." As he did only a few moments ago, Fielding successfully jumps the chasm between Warehouses #7 & #6. Coming up from his roll, he checks to see if the same spacing situation applied to Warehouse #5's rooftop. Luckily for him, it did.
Fielding once again sprinted towards the ledges and made his successful leap across the chasm. This time though, he landed with an audible 'thud' mixed in with a sound of something cracking.... A sharp pain stabbed at Fielding's left pants pocket. "Ow! That hurt". Fielding quickly got up on his feet and checked to make sure that he hadn't been shot. As for as he knew, he felt fine. Fielding got up on his feet, took a quick look back at his pursuers and could only hear the commotion from where he was standing. Fielding spotted a ladder going down the side of Warehouse #5 and decided to make a break for it.
As he cautiously approached the ladder, Fielding removed the Taser from it's belt holster. He took a quick peek over the ledge and swung the Taser to aim at any possible targets. Thankfully, there was no threat to shoot the Taser at. Not wasting anymore time than needed, Fielding descended the metal ladder and ended up on the street level. Once his feet touched the ground, Fielding sprinted towards the side of Warehouse #2 where he had left his vehicle.
Rolling the dumpster out of the way of what it was blocking, Fielding breathed a sigh of relief to see that his motorcycle was still intact.
A Jet Black Colored Kawasaki KLR 650, this specially modified motorcycle was enhanced by The Agency's Engineers with a custom made motor that was as quiet as the hum of a personal computer's cooling fans. Perfect for stealth based operations, this was Fielding's favorite vehicle of choice when going out in the field for covert missions.
As Fielding hurriedly approached his motorcycle, he placed the Taser back into it's holster. Grabbing the helmet which was strapped to the rear of the motorcycle, Fielding hastily puts on the helmet while straddling the motorcycle. Fielding presses the starter and the bike hums to life as he props the kickstand back up. Pulling on the accelerator, Fielding makes his way towards the New York streets as fast as his motorcycle will take him. "Damn. This would be so much easier with the headlight on, but I'll take my chances." Fielding thought to himself as he rode towards the open streets.
NOTE: This entire story is a complete work of fiction. Any similarities to any organizations and persons, living or dead are entirely coincidental.
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Based on the
Sony Computer Entertainment America Video Game Series
''Syphon Filter™''
Original Story, Scenario and Original Characters-''Heinrich Rhoemer'', ''Timothy Fielding'' & ''Nikasio Teiderman''
© Copyright 2002-2004 J. Baxter
Syphon Filter™
© Copyright 1999-2004
Sony Computer Entertainment America
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
======================================
Chapter 2 - Warehouse #8
LOCATION ------------------------------
New York Shipyard Docks,
New York City
United States of America
DATE ------------------------
October 3rd, 2003
TIME ------------------------
Approx. 2314 HRS
======================================
Fielding began to take photos of Teiderman's hapless victim as he lay on the ground motionless. He then focused on Teiderman, who was still holding the gun in his hand. Fielding took a couple of shots with Teiderman standing in front of the forklift driver's corpse.
About a second later, Teiderman placed the gun back into his blazer coat and turned to his men and spoke.
"Delta Leader, see to it that the body is disposed of properly, understood?"
Delta Leader took his stare off of the corpse and acknowledged Teiderman's orders "Yes sir. What about the ship's Captain? he'll probably be wondering what happened to this particular crew member." Teiderman held his cold stare "Tell the Captain that this driver had an.... accident and that he didn't make it. If he continues to press on about it, I want you to dispose of him as well. Is that clear?" Delta Leader kept his jaw slack and responded. "Yes sir. Understood."
Teiderman's cold stare turned into a smirk. "Good. Now get another forklift driver to repackage this crate's contents an make sure that he doesn't screw up either.", "Yes sir." Delta Leader responded before turning to three of his men issuing orders "Delta Two and Three, get rid of the 'trash'. Delta Four, Find another driver to take care of this crate. I'll wait here until you return. Everyone have their assignments?"
In unison, all three NSA Soldiers responded "Yes sir!"
"Get to it!" Delta Leader said to his three agents who in turn, began to carry out their orders.
Back on the rooftop, Fielding collected his thoughts. "Damn you Teiderman.... Damn you. You didn't have to kill that man."
Fielding continued to listen in.
Engel shot a satisfied glance over at Teiderman and spoke "A bit overzealous...." "But effective." Aramov finished.
Teiderman held his smirk "My thoughts exactly. A point needed to be made. Well then, it looks like everything here is being taken care of. I take it that you'll both be departing now?" Engel responded "Yes. We will see you....." Fielding's attention had been interrupted by the sounds of a helicopter's rotor blades whirling through the air somewhere above him.
A sudden feeling of surprise shot over Fielding's psyche..... Had he been discovered?
The helicopter could be heard but was nowhere to be seen in the dark sky. Fielding began to grow uncomfortable, especially in not knowing whether or not he'd been found out.
Fielding began to gather his equipment in a very slow and silent fashion. Just then, a bright light had completely engulfed the area where he was.
"Oh.....SHIT"
Teiderman watched as Engel and Aramov made their way back to the front of the dock. He was definitely relieved that nothing major had happened to the shipment. The last thing he needed to worry about was having to fully decontaminate himself if he had been exposed to the Syphon Filter Virus. Teiderman breathed a sigh of relief.
He continued to watch Engel and Aramov as they walked towards the limousine, enter it and drive off into the dark roadways leading back to the New York streets.
Teiderman began to think about how much money he as going to be getting from this. All of a sudden, his cell/radio went off. On the other end, was an NSA Agent barking something about finding someone on a rooftop.... "Special Agent Teiderman, this is Delta Six. Raven One has discovered someone lurking about on the rooftop of Warehouse #8. What are your orders sir?" Teiderman's smirk faded into a snarl "Whoever it is, apprehend them at once! There's no telling who they are or what they've seen. Delta and Gamma Teams, converge and surround Warehouse #8 on the double!" Teiderman listened as radio communications between the Delta and Gamma Teams took place.
"Delta Team, this is Delta Leader. Proceed to Warehouse #8 and apprehend the spook from the rooftop." then came another communication "Gamma Team, this is Gamma Leader. Go straight over to Warehouse #8. We've got a spook to chase after."
Teiderman watched as agents from the Delta and Gamma teams rapidly made their way towards Warehouse #8, cursing continuously under a single breath "Goddamned, sonuvabitch.". Teiderman began to walk towards the direction of Warehouse #8 while thinking to himself "This had better be some vagrant. I'd really hate for it to be someone who's out to expose me."
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Fielding got up as fast as he could and gathered some of his equipment with what seemed to be lightning speed. Considering the fact that he had just been discovered by Teiderman's Agents, the adrenaline started pumping through Fielding's veins.
Unfortunately, Fielding didn't have to time to gather all of his equipment, so he left some of the more cumbersome items behind; the laying pad, bag of tools, directional mic and sound supressed PPK handgun.
What Fielding did manage to take with him was the 35mm camera, digital recorder and an EPDD Taser which was attached to his belt.
Fielding ran as fast as he could to the rooftop's ladder but discovered that NSA Agents were only a couple of hundred feet away from the ground level. By the time he finished descending from the rooftop, the NSA Agents would have been on him.
Opting for an alternative, Fielding ran for cover behind a rooftop column in order to shield himself from the helicopter's floodlights. Fielding cursed under his breath and thought to himself "Well, this is one fine mess you've gotten yourself into. Shit. Think man, think!" Just then, Fielding heard the voices of the NSA Agents from the ground level. Looking around the warehouse, he finally saw something that gave a him a glint of hope. He looked over to the east side of the rooftop and saw the rooftop of Warehouse #7. He then ran over to the edge of the rooftop and looked down to see how far the gap was between the two warehouses. It looked to be about 15 feet of space.
Fielding took a deep breath and gathered his thoughts "Just get a head start, run fast and commit to the jump. Easy as pie.". Fielding ran back to the column. Now he actually heard what was being said by one of the NSA Agents: "Get up there! Raven One says he's behind the column!".
Without hesitation, Fielding broke into a mad dash and sprinted as fast as he could towards the edge of the rooftop. Upon reaching the edge, he stepped up onto the ledge while running and made his leap across to the rooftop of Warehouse #7. Fielding landed on his feet first and fell forward. He immediately compensated by doing a continuous roll on the ground and ended up in a crouched position.
He then continued on to the east side of Warehouse #7 and saw that the space between both warehouses was the same as before. He thought to himself while dashing towards the ledge "Two for the show." As he did only a few moments ago, Fielding successfully jumps the chasm between Warehouses #7 & #6. Coming up from his roll, he checks to see if the same spacing situation applied to Warehouse #5's rooftop. Luckily for him, it did.
Fielding once again sprinted towards the ledges and made his successful leap across the chasm. This time though, he landed with an audible 'thud' mixed in with a sound of something cracking.... A sharp pain stabbed at Fielding's left pants pocket. "Ow! That hurt". Fielding quickly got up on his feet and checked to make sure that he hadn't been shot. As for as he knew, he felt fine. Fielding got up on his feet, took a quick look back at his pursuers and could only hear the commotion from where he was standing. Fielding spotted a ladder going down the side of Warehouse #5 and decided to make a break for it.
As he cautiously approached the ladder, Fielding removed the Taser from it's belt holster. He took a quick peek over the ledge and swung the Taser to aim at any possible targets. Thankfully, there was no threat to shoot the Taser at. Not wasting anymore time than needed, Fielding descended the metal ladder and ended up on the street level. Once his feet touched the ground, Fielding sprinted towards the side of Warehouse #2 where he had left his vehicle.
Rolling the dumpster out of the way of what it was blocking, Fielding breathed a sigh of relief to see that his motorcycle was still intact.
A Jet Black Colored Kawasaki KLR 650, this specially modified motorcycle was enhanced by The Agency's Engineers with a custom made motor that was as quiet as the hum of a personal computer's cooling fans. Perfect for stealth based operations, this was Fielding's favorite vehicle of choice when going out in the field for covert missions.
As Fielding hurriedly approached his motorcycle, he placed the Taser back into it's holster. Grabbing the helmet which was strapped to the rear of the motorcycle, Fielding hastily puts on the helmet while straddling the motorcycle. Fielding presses the starter and the bike hums to life as he props the kickstand back up. Pulling on the accelerator, Fielding makes his way towards the New York streets as fast as his motorcycle will take him. "Damn. This would be so much easier with the headlight on, but I'll take my chances." Fielding thought to himself as he rode towards the open streets.