Cold War: Global Threat

Chapter 5 - The Rescue

August 17, 50 | 10:00 am | Sunny but still cold.

The meeting was postponed, most of the targets that Pinkie had killed the day before were actually not informants, but ordinary people, the Ministers and the President went to hold a meeting between them. As for me, I had a meeting with the Intelligence Officers, Velvet, Lock and Loot Croft, a former Army Marine who joined Intelligence, although he did not have Equestrian nationality, he was still one of ours, he grew up and studied here at his whole life, he had our trust, he was naturalized, he also says he didn't know his country of origin, but we didn't talk much about it, we sent available agents to review old files, threats, unsolvable cases, cold cases, everything, Rainbow Dash said that we would have to hold the meeting to form the investigation group only on the 20th, the Officers and I were discovering links between the previous day's incident and the case of the Stalliongrad frigates in 1948, according to the people who analyzed the bodies of the "criminals common" who tried to kill the Ministers, 3 of them had tattoos of a bow with a scratch from a bear claw, the same symbol that had on the frigates of 1948, at the time the coast guard reported that they seemed to just be observing us, but in that same One day, some civilians were passing by the beach where the frigates were seen, some men came out of the water, all with tattoos, however, the pedestrians did not describe the tattoos because they had not looked properly, these tattoos were on the shoulder or chest, The men killed yesterday had tattoos on their arms, but we had no proof that these guys were the same ones from 48, it was a lot of information to absorb:

"We can't jump to conclusions, but what's strange is." Velvet said.

"We should launch a missile at them at once!" Lock gave the idea.

"Good idea, then things would really get worse!" I replied.

"Let's take a closer look, in 48, men came out of the water and had tattoos, on the same day that the frigates were on the beach!" Loot Croft pointed out.

Loot Croft, dark blue skin, light blue eyes, beige hair, 1.79 tall, overall a good man, didn't drink, didn't smoke, always arrived early at the Pentagon, I don't remember anyone complaining about him before, anything What impresses me about him is the fact that he can connect the dots with ease, especially when it comes to Stalliongrad:

"Is he saying they could have come here with wetsuits but taken them off in the middle of the water?" Lock asked.

"If that had been the case, we would have seen diving suits." I pointed out.

"I don't remember the coast guard saying there were wetsuits in the water." Velvet said.

"But they had to take 3 people who were on the frigates to the hospital." Loot pointed out.

"After that, these 3 people never showed any sign of life again..." I followed the same line of reasoning.

"They didn't give it because the hospital said they had died, but then 3 doctors resigned." Loot said.

"Resignation? When?" Lock asked.

"1 week later, and after 2 weeks since the layoffs, the frigates left." Loot replied.

"So..." I said.

"The frigates were a fucking distraction..." Velvet concluded.

"Exactly!" Loot replied.

"Oh shit!" Lock threw what was on the table on the floor, some papers with notes, pens, documents.

"Hun, calm down..." Velvet said to Lock.

"What if this escalates to the point where we no longer have control over the situation?" Lock asked.

"If a war happens, things will get ugly, but this is a clear sign of threat!" Loot pointed out.