Post by Helena Rahal on Oct 16, 2013 16:51:41 GMT -5
Illuminated path that you have created
To break the chains of the higher power
Your attempts held so high and glorious
Have brought forth the shadow that consumes
To break the chains of the higher power
Your attempts held so high and glorious
Have brought forth the shadow that consumes
It always ended up like this, someone decided that they were above the law, secure from the long arm of the law because of their influence. They got an air of confidence and arrogance that nothing could stop them, that they were free from the rules that the rest of society had to follow. That confidence enabled to begin to dabble where they should not have, for some it was the drug trade, others it was organized crime, and the list went on and on. They were wrong though, their celebrity or influence did not mean they were free to do whatever they desired and not face the consequences of their actions.
Eventually their activities were found out, the American government did not sit idly by despite what the foolish politicians in Congress seemed to show. The agencies within the government were constantly doing their jobs, pursuing justice, intelligence, and upgrading their methods and systems when they needed to. Regardless of how sophisticated an organization or activity might be, they would eventually be discovered. What happened after that though was where things started to get interesting.
Yet that was not Mathias' concern, his concern was how to apprehend the newest of his targets that had come onto his desk. Mathias was not too surprised to see that folder slide across his desk, it was only a matter of time until this person was going to do something to come onto his radar. The company that he now served had made it a simple inevitability, they had a very poor history there at the top. It was something about that position that just made those that occupied it feel like they were gods among men. How mistaken they were.
For the past two weeks, they had been monitoring their target completely. They had obtained the wiretap, had positioned cameras inside his house when he was at work, and had did everything and then some within their legal power to monitor his life. Ever since that trip to Vegas, they had been his shadow, had been following every detail of his life. There was nothing that he had done the last two weeks that they had not been aware of and Mathias had not combed through. In truth, the subject was quite the workaholic, and perhaps even failing ill because of it, though the trips to the gym seemed to indicate an attempt to become otherwise.
It was going to be a delicate operation, nothing like a bag and tag that would have been the case if they were still a part of the Registration Task Force. Mathias had been loathe to see that agency go by the wayside when the results they had been getting were positive. Just because each of their own leaders had completely fucked up did not mean that the agency needed to be scrapped, it could have simply been reorganized. Specials were a threat to society, just as much if not more than any criminal, even if not all of them abused their powers. The fact that they had any number of powers that could cripple a trained soldier with a single thought was proof enough that there needed to limits to what they were allowed to do, a database of who they were and what they could do. It was for the good of everyone, Specials themselves, they merely failed to see it.
That was in the past though, the RSF had indeed been scrapped and the agents who had been apart of the organization fired or reassigned to a different agency. Mathias was lucky, he had landed on his feet pretty well, getting a position in the FBI rather quickly as they saw the benefits of his talents. And there were a few sympathetic ears to his cause within the higher ups of the agency, and that was why he was here. And why this mission was going to be the most difficult of any of their previous, should the subject fail to cooperate.
"Alright, we know his routine. After he finishes his dinner, I will approach the residence. If the subject fails to cooperate, I want Holmes and Daniels to initiate the secondary plan." Mathias hoped that it would not come to that, but with people like these, you could never tell. Looking at the monitor again, he watched as Mr. Moynahan dug into his meal. Hopefully he savored it, as it was going to be the last meal at home he was going to have in awhile if everything went to plan.