ATTN: Spies 000-999
SUMMARY: The following report was taken from a Saudi Arabian embassy in Western Europe. It was delivered to our HQ by a team of no more than 10 and no less than 8 elite trained class VII agents. The incidents recorded in these documents are for class XIII agents only. Destroy this evidence after committing it to memory.
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Dubai. The After-Rebirth building. 28th floor. A head of purple locks in skin-tight street clothes squeezes through an airshaft like an obese man through a water plunge. The woman is tiny. The shaft tinier. Peacock eyes with violet pupils bubble on the surface on the shaft's walls. She recognizes this as a telepathic invasion of her person. Someone knows she's here and beams a thought to her. This is the one. Her hands find purchase on an exit grate and she slips out. Falling into a room with a single light source, she fires a cry of peril at finding what she came to find. The live-fast-die-young corpse of her friend, frozen in a flamenco dancer's pose. The black of her dress is all but overtaken by the rose red of blood. Upon further inspection one can note that the blood is not hers, but petrified she stands.
Elsewhere on the 28th floor, a man we know solely as Nazar, is standing still, but seems to be in motion, as if he could jet anywhere he would want if only he knew where to go. The air around him blurs with a tinge of blue. He's using the power of his special glass-blue eye. He can see layers upon layers. The layers of everything. Nazar spies the room with the stone cold dancer. He notices the violet hair has stopped moving. A sheet of absolute zero has covered the room. They're lost to him. Smart idea would be to leave. That's just what he does. The glass-blue eye cries if only it could.
Looking into our cases studies, we find our data on Nazar and his known affiliates. The Hand of Fatima, a gambler from the Indies, seems to be his main contact. We have footage of the two together quite often, barking at each other like a pack of belligerent drunks looking for a fight. Nazar has been affiliated with Bahamut [the temple monk famous for his sonic mantra disruption at the Incident of the Borders], Ifrit [a Gypsy mammoth of a man who has several illegal black bazaars situated in the Fertile Crescent], and Djinn [female, unknown, besides the fact she has a jailed genie in her oil lamp]. The one associate that worries us is that of the Sandwalker. Terrorist. Serial killer. Madman. Genius. Presumed dead 47 different times, the Sandwalker still plagues our agency. His catacomb of terror stretches to the farthest reaches of our imagination with no limit to his control and power.
Djinn on a dark lit street in London using her genie oil lamp to light the way. Bahamut in his mantrajet above the clouds in Kuala Lumpur. The transformation of Ghoul, our most terrifying and experienced operative in dealing with this organization of killer and thieves. He is seen to violently exhale smoke which allows him to form a body of gas armor over his person. He's your superior in the field but if he crosses our moral laws even once do NOT hesitate to execute him.
Your only other superior is an agent from another universe with videogame-like weaponry. Her name is Isabel. She's as nice as a lion cub, as deadly as a PMSing lioness. Meet with her in dreamstate and she'll give you your precise mission specs.
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