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• I'm getting to it.

Chapter 1 - The Airlift (Beta Draft)
The buzzing of the engines was a calm one, if slightly annoying, but the remainder of the atmosphere was greatly the opposite. This drop was key, if the timing was just slightly off, then the efforts would reveal the truth, one that needed to stay hidden for future endeavors. They weren't far out, but they still hadn't gotten the 'OK' from the rest of the team. A voice called out from the cargo-hold, echoing the sound emitting from the pilot's headset. "They had better hurry up."
"They will, don't worry," replied the pilot through his microphone, words dropping dryly through his trembling lips, not truly sure himself.
The monitor before him flashed green, countless zeros and ones flying about across the communicator. It was binary, something still relatively uncommon, but the pilot knew what it said. 'Time is now Hawk.' With a deep breath, he flicked a few switches, and pressed one of the hundreds of buttons before him. A flickering crackle waved throughout the plane, muffling his British accent, but still allowing the team to hear the order through the intercom. "10 minutes, aim the barrel,' the speaker sounded.
Immediately, the men situated in the cargo-hold went to work, pushing the crates around to their designated points, fixing the harnesses of the supplies' parachutes. Hawk, the pilot, altered the course slightly, heading for the city. After the nine minute wait, he rose his hand up for the serviceman to see, the fist signaling that it was time. Glancing down below, he watched as his plane flew over the wall, heading closer to the grayed zone of the city while he controlled the flight. Red light...Yellow light...Green. The latches holding the back of the plane up pulled out, lowering the ramp down quickly while the men in the back pulled back the ropes on the crates and watched as the parachutes tore them out through the opening. When the responding 'air-fist' was given back moments later, Hawk clicked the button once more to make the ramp close back, and he carefully turned the plane out of West Berlin over the Brandenburg Gate.
As the plane exited the boundaries of the city, Hawk gave the thumbs up to allow his team to speak again, just as another layer of binary etched over the dashboard. 'Good now Main' the binary translated, the landing point established. They were to land in Frankfurt, the city atop the Main river, disguised as one of the American cargo planes landing in the airbase during the night. Using the muffled speakers once more, Hawk ordered his men to change into the Allied uniforms.
Near to the runway, the Airspace Navigator organized their descent to the base, after Hawk provided the pass-code that had been sent to him through the dashboard. At the land-site, one of the commanders began asking about questions concerning what was brought to the area, and where they originated.
"Shipment from East Berlin, mostly food and clothing, one or two with some classified cargo," Hawk said.
"Who are you, pilot?" the captain interrogated.
Using his American alias and fake accent, he responded carefully, most of the information whispered to him through his un-noticed earpiece. "First Lieutenant Jonathon Stone, anything else is classified," Hawk said firmly to the man. "Who are you?"
"Captain Rikkin's my name, Lieutenant Stone, be sure to remember it when you are getting a talk with whoever you work for concerning your attitude to higher-ranking officers," Rikkin said.
"Of course," Hawk said calmly. "As for asking questions about my crew, they have classified records as well, they will help you unload and prepare the plane for the flight back, but they won't do anything else." Hawk then walked past the captain, a grin on his face as the voice in his earpiece provided the known data on Charles Rikkin. By the time Hawk arrived at the vehicle rental building, he had all the information he needed to use Rikkin's name for the car. Choosing one, he left the airbase and made his way to a relatively distant farm, and sat on a bench in the shade of a tree.
"The journalists are already submitting their stories, you did good Jacob. Listen to this: 'Amerikanischen Versorgung West-Berlins'," a figure said as it escaped the shadows, taking the empty space beside Hawk as he addressed him with his real name. "Good timing too, Morrow, I know that Echo didn't get your 'OK' in fast. It's a surprise you weren't shot down by the Soviets."
"It's alright, the governments will probably be doing the work now, it'll give us a break to monitor our enemies or something..." Jacob said, words falling almost desperately.
"Cheer up, Jacob, this is a real accomplishment, considering you're only 18. Most of us don't do this major of work in the teams at an age like that," the man waited a bit, before picking back up in German. "Ich denke, es verdient eine Pause für Sie besonders. Vielleicht können Sie unseren Datenbanken, dass Mädchen, das du gejagt habe finden. Der Rest ist bis zu Ihrem Vorgesetzten, Jacob."
"Ich könnte genau das zu tun," Jacob responded. "Ich könnte genau das zu tun..."

• Erudito field agent
• Name is Isaac Morrow
  • Code Name is Crow

I will work on this tomorrow or something.

• Assassins
• Starting a few days before the end of AC3
• Ancestor in World War 1, multiple POE contacts

• I am getting to it.