A Whole Different Kind of Operation
Posted: 28 Feb 2016, 02:49
Osiris grinned, pulling the frame down from his wall, looking over the long, neatly typed document. It was hardly professional, drawn up hastily after running a tally of the offenses during the incident back in Toronto, the drive to Harper Rock, and the failure of his mission in the Water Distribution Facility. He shook his head, chuckling quietly as he read over the drawn up confession.
It is to be understood that Osiris Saint James, hereafter mentioned as I is, under no duress or retainer of any kind, confessing to absolute guilt of the following crimes.
i. Conspiracy to Commit Terrorist Acts on Canadian Soil
ii. Murder in the First Degree
iii. Murder in the First Degree
iv. Murder in the First Degree
v. Vehicular Manslaughter
vi. Vehicular Manslaughter
vii. Felony Grand Larceny
viii. Armed Robbery
ix. Felony Possession of Prohibited Substances
x. Felony Possession of Unregistered Firearms
xi. Felony Possession of Stolen Goods
xii. Grand Theft Auto
xiii. Reckless Endangerment
xiv. Destruction of Public Property
xv. Destruction of Private Property
xvi. Destruction of Government Property
xvii. Destruction of Government Property
xviii. Destruction of Government Property
xix. Criminal Use of Unregistered Biological Weaponry
xx. Felony Impersonation of a Government Official
xxi. Felony Speeding
xxii. Criminal Forgery of Government Identification
xxiii. Criminal Forgery
xxiv. Possession of Counterfeit Currency
To further expound upon this confession, I will elaborate upon these charges.
First: I am a member of an organization known as Twenty Four. We are approaching the final hour of mankind’s tyrannical seizure of this planet. If nothing is done, man will kill this world, and with it, himself. The purpose behind this organization is to usher the fall of mankind in as swift and clean a manner as possible. We fight for the rights of our planet, on behalf of those that cannot fight to defend themselves. My job here, in this country, was to place a device meant to achieve this goal, further expounded in later charges.
Second: The murder of Officer of the Law, Sara O’Toole. I shot the officer upon my escape of the compound in which the incident occurred. She was dead on the scene.
Third: The murder of Special Agent Angelina Cobb. I shot the special agent as I was securing a vehicle for my escape.
Fourth: The murder of Andrew Carver. I stabbed Andrew in the neck upon reaching my destination. Andrew was the security officer on duty at the water distribution facility.
Fifth: The murder of Regina Lancelot. I ran Regina down as I was escaping the facility in which the incident occurred.
Sixth: The murder of Charles Blanton. I ran Charles down as I was entering the water distribution facility. He was another security officer on duty.
Seventh: The theft of a powerful iMac computer, valued at seven thousand six hundred thirteen dollars, from a private residence.
Eighth: Armed Robbery of Larry Twincey, civilian.
Ninth: Possession of substances used in the making of the device.
Tenth: Possession of firearms of illegal caliber, illegally obtained and transported across national borders onto Canadian soil.
Eleventh: Possession of goods purchased from local fences.
Twelfth: The theft of Special Agent Angelina Cobb’s personal vehicle during the escape from the facility. A 1997 Ford Crown Victoria.
Thirteenth: Reckless endangerment of the public during the opening of the high speed chase through downtown Toronto.
Fourteenth: Destruction of the perimeter fence of a local park in downtown Toronto.
Fifteenth: Destruction of the aforementioned vehicle stolen from Special Agent Angelina Cobb.
Sixteenth: Destruction one Toronto Police cruiser during the high speed chase through downtown Toronto.
Seventeenth: Destruction of one Federal High Speed Interceptor before losing chase outside of Toronto.
Eighteenth: Destruction of main gate at the Water Distribution Facility.
Nineteenth: The implementation of a government engineered virus obtained from the Center for Disease Control of the United States of America.
Twentieth: Impersonation of a federal officer of the law.
Twenty First: Felony Speeding, one hundred thirty three miles per hour, during the high speed chase outside of Toronto.
Twenty Second: Forgery of the Identification used in the aforementioned impersonation charge.
Twenty Third: Forgery of documents allowing access to the facility aforementioned.
Twenty Fourth: Possession of Seventy seven thousand, six hundred and thirty two counterfeit Canadian dollars.
These charges, clearly described as pertaining to the events in which they were committed, have been explained to me in a clear and concise manner. I understand these charges, and continue to submit my understanding of guilt of all twenty four counts. Below is my signature, affirming my acceptance of guilt.
He laughed, and dropped the frame onto his desk. He had yet to sign it, in the case that someone may actually stumble across it and attempt to use it against him. However, to look at the paperwork, to see the things he had done, it brought the thrill right back to him, sending a jolt of electricity down his spine.
He was a murderer, and a terrorist, and so few of them ever even saw his face. Would they even recognize him now, if he were standing right in front of them? Somehow, he doubted it. That incident had been so lost… typically, he was a much more… beneath the radar operative. Stealth was his top priority in most incidents. This… this had been undone, unraveled at the seams by someone that knew too much. Someone on the inside.
The bloody fools let a mole in, and he was going to sink the whole ship single handedly. Somehow, the thought still made him furious, even if he was “dead.” He couldn’t work with Twenty Four again, for the sake of his sire, and his family. He could hardly step into any kind of potential fallout of any kind, leaving him to a life of simple theft, rather than the buzz and bustle of murdering an entire species.
He had to admit, as far as the adrenaline rush went, it was a tremendous step down.
Perhaps soon, he would find something to feed his fix, to get the adrenaline pumping to those absurd levels once more. For now, though, he would have to be content with what he had; a lucrative, well formed operation of thieving and fencing, right here in the town he lost everything in. Perhaps there was some kind of poetic irony in that, somewhere.
At any rate, the hour was drawing near. He needed to prepare. Flicking the desk lamp off, he let the office descend into darkness as he stood, swiping the night vision goggles from the desk and keeping them in his grasp as he shut the door behind himself. This was going to be huge. Maybe this was finally the one to bring back the old spark again.
Maybe.
A Confession of Crimes
By
Osiris Saint James
By
Osiris Saint James
It is to be understood that Osiris Saint James, hereafter mentioned as I is, under no duress or retainer of any kind, confessing to absolute guilt of the following crimes.
i. Conspiracy to Commit Terrorist Acts on Canadian Soil
ii. Murder in the First Degree
iii. Murder in the First Degree
iv. Murder in the First Degree
v. Vehicular Manslaughter
vi. Vehicular Manslaughter
vii. Felony Grand Larceny
viii. Armed Robbery
ix. Felony Possession of Prohibited Substances
x. Felony Possession of Unregistered Firearms
xi. Felony Possession of Stolen Goods
xii. Grand Theft Auto
xiii. Reckless Endangerment
xiv. Destruction of Public Property
xv. Destruction of Private Property
xvi. Destruction of Government Property
xvii. Destruction of Government Property
xviii. Destruction of Government Property
xix. Criminal Use of Unregistered Biological Weaponry
xx. Felony Impersonation of a Government Official
xxi. Felony Speeding
xxii. Criminal Forgery of Government Identification
xxiii. Criminal Forgery
xxiv. Possession of Counterfeit Currency
To further expound upon this confession, I will elaborate upon these charges.
First: I am a member of an organization known as Twenty Four. We are approaching the final hour of mankind’s tyrannical seizure of this planet. If nothing is done, man will kill this world, and with it, himself. The purpose behind this organization is to usher the fall of mankind in as swift and clean a manner as possible. We fight for the rights of our planet, on behalf of those that cannot fight to defend themselves. My job here, in this country, was to place a device meant to achieve this goal, further expounded in later charges.
Second: The murder of Officer of the Law, Sara O’Toole. I shot the officer upon my escape of the compound in which the incident occurred. She was dead on the scene.
Third: The murder of Special Agent Angelina Cobb. I shot the special agent as I was securing a vehicle for my escape.
Fourth: The murder of Andrew Carver. I stabbed Andrew in the neck upon reaching my destination. Andrew was the security officer on duty at the water distribution facility.
Fifth: The murder of Regina Lancelot. I ran Regina down as I was escaping the facility in which the incident occurred.
Sixth: The murder of Charles Blanton. I ran Charles down as I was entering the water distribution facility. He was another security officer on duty.
Seventh: The theft of a powerful iMac computer, valued at seven thousand six hundred thirteen dollars, from a private residence.
Eighth: Armed Robbery of Larry Twincey, civilian.
Ninth: Possession of substances used in the making of the device.
Tenth: Possession of firearms of illegal caliber, illegally obtained and transported across national borders onto Canadian soil.
Eleventh: Possession of goods purchased from local fences.
Twelfth: The theft of Special Agent Angelina Cobb’s personal vehicle during the escape from the facility. A 1997 Ford Crown Victoria.
Thirteenth: Reckless endangerment of the public during the opening of the high speed chase through downtown Toronto.
Fourteenth: Destruction of the perimeter fence of a local park in downtown Toronto.
Fifteenth: Destruction of the aforementioned vehicle stolen from Special Agent Angelina Cobb.
Sixteenth: Destruction one Toronto Police cruiser during the high speed chase through downtown Toronto.
Seventeenth: Destruction of one Federal High Speed Interceptor before losing chase outside of Toronto.
Eighteenth: Destruction of main gate at the Water Distribution Facility.
Nineteenth: The implementation of a government engineered virus obtained from the Center for Disease Control of the United States of America.
Twentieth: Impersonation of a federal officer of the law.
Twenty First: Felony Speeding, one hundred thirty three miles per hour, during the high speed chase outside of Toronto.
Twenty Second: Forgery of the Identification used in the aforementioned impersonation charge.
Twenty Third: Forgery of documents allowing access to the facility aforementioned.
Twenty Fourth: Possession of Seventy seven thousand, six hundred and thirty two counterfeit Canadian dollars.
These charges, clearly described as pertaining to the events in which they were committed, have been explained to me in a clear and concise manner. I understand these charges, and continue to submit my understanding of guilt of all twenty four counts. Below is my signature, affirming my acceptance of guilt.
Signed,
__________________________________________
__________________________________________
He laughed, and dropped the frame onto his desk. He had yet to sign it, in the case that someone may actually stumble across it and attempt to use it against him. However, to look at the paperwork, to see the things he had done, it brought the thrill right back to him, sending a jolt of electricity down his spine.
He was a murderer, and a terrorist, and so few of them ever even saw his face. Would they even recognize him now, if he were standing right in front of them? Somehow, he doubted it. That incident had been so lost… typically, he was a much more… beneath the radar operative. Stealth was his top priority in most incidents. This… this had been undone, unraveled at the seams by someone that knew too much. Someone on the inside.
The bloody fools let a mole in, and he was going to sink the whole ship single handedly. Somehow, the thought still made him furious, even if he was “dead.” He couldn’t work with Twenty Four again, for the sake of his sire, and his family. He could hardly step into any kind of potential fallout of any kind, leaving him to a life of simple theft, rather than the buzz and bustle of murdering an entire species.
He had to admit, as far as the adrenaline rush went, it was a tremendous step down.
Perhaps soon, he would find something to feed his fix, to get the adrenaline pumping to those absurd levels once more. For now, though, he would have to be content with what he had; a lucrative, well formed operation of thieving and fencing, right here in the town he lost everything in. Perhaps there was some kind of poetic irony in that, somewhere.
At any rate, the hour was drawing near. He needed to prepare. Flicking the desk lamp off, he let the office descend into darkness as he stood, swiping the night vision goggles from the desk and keeping them in his grasp as he shut the door behind himself. This was going to be huge. Maybe this was finally the one to bring back the old spark again.
Maybe.