Incident Report-GOI-239-911
TO: pcs.noitadnuof|semajrentrah#pcs.noitadnuof|semajrentrah
FROM: pcs.noitadnuof|sdnahreivazx#pcs.noitadnuof|sdnahreivazx
re: URGENT//OperationRhea: You failed to assess and retrieve the target. Be glad the GOC didn't succeed, either, because then you wouldn't have had an excuse to claim an unknown variable. Potential disciplinary action will reside in the judgement and hands of my superiors. By the standard, you may be taken off-duty and assessed to determine your capability in the field. Secondly, the official document has been made and cleaned up, if there's any error in it, let me know.
The following was an excerpt from a listening device planted by a local five-man Foundation field agent team, in a small-sized apartment in a block named 'Lily Preserve' in ██████████, Wisconsin. This measure, along with others, was used to determine if Liam Hill, hereafter referred as R-1, possessed anomalous capabilities.
R-1 came to the Foundation's attention after a viral social media video was uploaded of R-1 with lit palms without any flammable material or lighter in sight, which has had appropriate measures taken to debunk and discredit, this in tandem alerted the UNGOC to R-1's potential anomalous abilities, later confirmed. The timing of this incident is lined up on the day that a UNGOC strike team was deployed to R-1's apartment.
R-1, when returning to their resident encountered an unknown entity, presumed anomalous humanoid and designated 'R-2'. When the audio is heard by any personnel, R-2's accent will vary from person to person.
R-1: Who the fuck are you?! Back off, I have a lighter!
R-2: Hey, calm down. I'm not here to hurt, see? (Entity presumed to raise arms in a typical 'surrender' gesture.)
R-1: Why are you in my house — are you here to rob me?!
R-2: No, Gods no! I'm here to warn you, lad. I know you always hide your hands, because you don't want any of them teachers or pupils to see your burnt hands. And I know it ain't a lighter that caused that.
R-1: That's crazy, I'm calling the— (R-2 cuts R-1 off.)
R-2: Now wait just a second, I ain't telling anyone, no one at all. No one will know from me. But you're being scoped out.R-1: (pauses.) Who?
R-2: The Book Burners. Ah, erm, you need to know is that they're the Suits, just not US Suits. If they suspect you can burn shit with your hands, they'll put a bullet in your eyes, mag dump it, and cremate your dead ass and blow it into the wind.
R-1: How can I believe you?
R-2: (pauses, and then clears throat.) See this.
R-1: (R-1 appears to see an image, or series of images. Content currently unknown.)
R-1: Shit, I'm calling my Mom—
R-2: Don't. They're coming for you today. Today. You make a call, and talk to your mamma and it sounds suspicious, they'll come runnin' faster then I can help. You'll have a chance to talk to her later.
R-1: Where are we going?
R-2: Somewhere special.
Audio from all listening devices cease. The UNGOC strike team gets a warrant and are disguised as SWAT personnel under the premises that R-1 is suspected of making bombs and raid the apartment approximately twenty four minutes later.
ATTEMPTED ENTRY TO ADDENDUM-239-91-1 WITHOUT PROPER CLEARANCE WILL RESULT IN SECURITY OFFICERS DETAINING YOU FOR DISCIPLINARY ACTION.






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