An Internal Memo

[effinfitz]

_{Internal memo from the desk of Ludmilla Cameron, executive secretary, to Seanne Rystaad, CEO.}

- Seanne! You have to actually read this one! -M

Solomon Island Situation

We've been approached by representatives of the Orochi Group for "assistance" in securing the cargo ship Polaris, which ran aground on the coast of Solomon Island at the same time the fog hit. Given its mysterious appearance and equally mysterious disappearance almost five years ago, and that the fog came at or near the exact same time as its beaching, we're treating this a Harbinger-level event for experienced field agents only.

The field team will be instructed to make contact with both the Orochi group and an extra-faction contact of ours, who is both a Kingsmouth native an experienced mariner. Visual cue is a man in a blue hat. Passcode phrase is "You smell like fish." His reply should be "And I taste like it too." The team is to break contact immediately if the correct reply isn't forthcoming.

And no, this isn't a good one for you to go along with.

- M.C.

[yasfan]

Jean reads the memo and makes a note to himself to hold a training class titled "Passcodes For Imbeciles"

[sersi]

Seanne looks at the memo, signs off and forwards it to the field teams.

"aww. I never get to do anything fun." it probably would have wreaked havoc on her hang over anyways.

[Lord-Novem]

Torbett glances at the memo whilst reaching for some Alka-Seltzer, which he refers to as "Fizzy-good-make-feel-nice", to relieve him of his current hangover when the code phrase catches his attention.

He stares at it for a few moments before coming to the conclusion that, were it not for the headache that felt like Adam and The Ants were performing a re-union gig in his skull his head would hit the desk.

He decides to send an email, confirming that he has received and read the memo before putting a few Alka-Seltzer tablets into his mouth, forgoing the water.