VVD transmissive

Date: January 6th 201M2035 BC
Format: Text transcript
Transmission part 1 of 2: Volcadera Base Hospital security audio recording
Location: VBH secure wing, recovery ward, room 101b

{13:37:08} [???] Please! The patient underwent surgery to remove shrapnel from their abdomen no more than 24 hours ago, any further stress could-
{13:37:12} [Ripley] (growl) Enough! I’m not going to wait any longer, doctor. I am going to interview the witness now. Leave the room or by Raptor-Jesus I will put a few pieces of shrapnel in you myself. And tell my son to mind his own business!
{13:37:31} [Kilo] (sigh) You really got to do it that way, Rip? You know what they say about bees and honey.
{13:37:34} [Ripley] Shut up. He’s coming around. Lieutenant, have you got the recorder ready?
{13:37:37} [Lieutenant] Yes sir.
{13:37:40} [EC staff] (groans) Where am I?
{13:37:43} [Ripley] You’re safe, Johnathon. You are in the recovery ward at the Volcadera Base Hospital. My name is Ripley Aaran, chief of the VPD. And this is my assistant, Kilo.
{13:37:50} [EC staff] What happened?
{13:37:54} [Ripley] You survived an attack on the human labour facility you were stationed at. From all accounts you did your duty and we are all very proud of you. We need you to recall what occurred so we can catch those terrorist bastards. Are you able to help us, Johnathon?
{13:38:12} [EC staff] I think so, I-I think I can remember.
{13:38:16} [Ripley] Attaboy! What happened around the time of the event?
{13:38:25} [EC staff] I was walking the AM perimeter patrol along the southern wall. The early morning fog had rolled in, visibility was low. There was a sudden bright, blinding light. I felt a rush of debris puncturing my side and I was knocked to my tail by the flat side of a restricted area sign hitting me in the face. I- Everything after that is a scramble.
{13:39:02} [Ripley] Try your best, Johnathon. What did you see?
{13:39:11} [EC staff] The sign was searing hot, I tried to shift but I couldn’t move. I remember thinking over and over ‘where’s the alarm? Where’s the alarm?’. I think there were more explosions from inside the walls, the flashes were so bright. I made out shapes of people coming out of buildings and collapsing onto the dirt. The southern wall was breached; the angel of death was there. I was so cold.
{13:40:03} [Ripley] (sharply) What do you mean, the angel of death?
{13:40:08} [EC staff] I could barely see in the fog and smoke, but I saw the slender shape of it. Clad in black with wings that shone silver in the flashing light. It walked calmly with no hesitation or fear, gunning my friends down with assault fire as they ran. I didn’t breathe, I didn’t want to be seen.
{13:40:28} [Ripley] Did you see anyone else?
{13:40:37} [EC staff] I can’t- I don’t know.
{13:40:42} [Ripley] Could you pick out this angel of death in a line-up?
{13:40:52} [Ripley] Okay. Kilo, we need to talk. Lieutenant, get the doctor back in here and then send in the recording for processing. I want you to hang around the hospital for the next few days and gather as much detail as you can from Johnathon. We need the works; you know what to do.

 

Date: January 6th 201M2035 BC
Format: Text transcript
Transmission part 2 of 2: Volcadera Base Hospital security audio recording
Location: VBH secure wing, public smoking area

{13:54:19} [Ripley] Alright buddy, get lost; this area is closed for police business.
{13:54:22} [???] What the hell?
{13:54:23} [Kilo] Do as he suggests, friend.
{13:54:45} [Ripley] What’s the damage to the extinction camp, Kilo? I haven’t had time to read the report.
{13:54:50} [Kilo] C’mon Rip, you know you shouldn’t call it that.
{13:54:54} [Ripley] I call it how I see it. Give me the damn rundown.
{13:54:58} [Kilo] (exhaling) Alright. There was significant damage done to the facility's electronic infrastructure. A great deal of the facility was automated and self-maintaining to keep necessary manpower down to a regular crew of thirty staff or so on any given shift. An electromagnetic burst from within the core fried the central computer, the in-house power station and the back-up power generator. No lights, no automated smart guns, no cameras. With the power out and the computer dead, coupled with the poor weather conditions and twilight, facility staff did not stand a chance. The perimeter wall was bombed wide open and personnel rapidly cut down. The attackers were armed with assault rifles and stun grenades.
{13:55:35} [Ripley] (whistles) How many casualties?
{13:55:38} [Kilo] Thirty-two staff. Johnathon is the only survivor.
{13:55:43} [Ripley] And the escapees, how many?
{13:55:48} [Kilo] Around five hundred escapees, all still unaccounted for.
{13:55:53} [Ripley] It’s clear that a lot of planning went into this. An operation that big flying under the radar is unprecedented. Even after the fact, five hundred is a lot of skinnies to transport and disperse back into the wild. The national guard really dropped the ball this time.
{13:56:08} [Kilo] They can’t afford to let it happen again; heads will roll if it does, especially in an election year. I’ve gone over the dossier we received from the Department of Dinosaur Purity. Originally, we thought that these human liberation groups were a series of rogue cells working independently. However, following the patterns of activity over time it is theorised that this is not the case. Rather we are dealing with one large and resourceful terrorist organisation or a very tightly knit collective of well-funded cells working in the shadows of our society. The scale of this latest attack reinforces that theory.
{13:56:30} [Ripley] Do we know anything about the major figures of this group?
{13:56:33} [Kilo] Not much, but here’s what we do know: One, they have a businessperson financing their operations and managing logistics. Two, they have a highly skilled engineer who can build complex bombs and has the connections to procure the materials. Three, they have at least one human who can infiltrate facilities posing as a stray. The fourth, we know a little more about. Their top agent, a commando of sorts, codenamed ‘Fang’.
{13:56:51} [Ripley] (violent coughing)
{13:56:56} [Kilo] Christ, you should give up cigarettes.
{13:57:02} [Ripley] (clears throat, spits) Does Fang match the description of the angel of death Johnathon gave us?
{13:57:08} [Kilo] His description is a close enough match to draw a tentative conclusion to the affirmative. According to the profile, Fang is approximately five foot eight in height. White or grey wings, presumably pterodactyl, believed to be female- Rip, are you sick? You look pale.
{13:57:20} [Ripley] I’m heading home, these long hours are starting to take their toll. Compile everything we have on Fang into a single document and email it to me. Find your own way back to HQ.
{13:57:30} [Kilo] What about interview recording?
{13:57:33} [Ripley] Do you even have to ask? Encrypt it and send it to those DoDP creeps. The last thing we need is them snooping around downtown. I’ll see you tomorrow.