Sadistic |Simon 'GHOST'//CLASSIFIED|

|Chapter 01| The Ghost and The Siren

DATE:
2022, OCTOBER 28TH

[CONFIDENTIAL]
PROPERTY OF THE GOVERNMENT OF ITALY

NAME: [REDACTED]
CODE NAME: SIREN (SAI•REN)
SEX: [REDACTED]
AGE: [REDACTED]
HEIGHT: [REDACTED]
DATE-OF-BIRTH: [REDACTED]
BIO: Graduating from the Military Academy of Modena, [------ ------] excelled in
CLOSE QUARTER COMBAT SCENARIOS, ADVANCED BATTLE TACTICS, LANGUAGE,
INFILTRATION,
and SNIPER SCHOOL.
After serving [REDACTED] years climbing ranks they were promoted to SERGEANT 1ST CLASS in the GIS.
[------ ------] was given the opportunity to work undercover, infiltrating various terrorist organization and dismantling them over the years. In 2015 [------ ------] disappeared for two an a half years, LOCATION UNKNOWN. After extensive an acute observation they were returned to the field.

Notes: SIREN is well known for their private nature. Often times their comrades will describe them as "Difficult, blunt, brash". Their psychological evaluation [LAST TAKEN 2017, AUGUST] doesn't show any chemical imbalances, difficulty with processing emotion, or critical thinking. Implementing a social routine to improve personal morale may benefit. Although a highly skilled soldier and agent, often described as 'ruthless' in the field. Remind med bay to redo the psychological exam for file.
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"When will she be flying in?" Came a woman's voice through the speaker of a cellular device, laying still on a white tabletop.
Sitting before the phone was a middle aged gentleman, scanning across the words of an opened file which was a little too filled with papers, pictures and everything in between.
"If everything goes according to plan, 0700. Hoping everyone will be here on time for our first little field trip." He said in a lightened tone, raising the corner of his thin brims in a small smirk.

"Oh I'm sure you have something fun planned.."
Silence came on rather quickly as the man continued to flip through the many pages, scouring the words like an open field to a recon specialist.

"Kate, have you read any of this?" He asked her, a bit of an astonished tone coating his words.

"No. It was already difficult to get, you have no idea..Why, is there a problem, John?" Kate Laswell asked. The file was a difficult one to retrieve, and the massive fucking size of it definitely didn't help. Though she didn't want to admit it, her curiosity peaked the moment she laid eyes on it; wondering what secrets laid buried inside it.

"No problem, Kate, just that there is a lot in here...mission reports, training summaries, aaaand.....a lot of redacted info, now why is that you think?"
John Price questioned with schoolboy glee. He loved a good mystery. He knew exactly what The Siren was, but he didn't know them. They were practically the boogeyman amongst the special forces. The only known information was from personal experience, it was a woman.

"Well, she's a highly skilled undercover agent. Safety reasons, government cover ups, you know how it all works. Put everything on paper and you can be traced. Leave just enough to confuse them. Like a scary story to tell your children, but your children are foreign enemies." Kate replied, resting her chin in the palm of her curling hand, practically hugging her jaw.

"How fun...but why is it only now we're getting the transfer request?" He asked, placing an old, weathered photograph down with the pile.

"That's the kicker, I'm not entirely sure why. All I do know is-"

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DATE:
2022, OCTOBER 25TH
LOCATION: SOMEWHERE NEAR MOSCOW
OPERATION HELLSINGER

"Cazzo-!" Hissed a small voice. The tip of night vision goggles mounted to a helmet peeked out from the corner of a large brick wall. A heavy mist fell, creating an eery environment as the weakened street lights occasionally flickered with each gust of wind.