Sunday, November 24, 2024

Lobsterback (02)

 

Elisabeta MacTavish

The fellow most knew as Jon Chess settled into the comfortable over-stuffed leather chair in his wife's study in Boralus; Alia spent a lot of time reading, translating, note-taking, and other scholarly pursuits with her shapely buttocks parked right here. It was the most comfortable chair in the Kul Tiran capital. Jon removed the purloined SI:7 dossier on the paladin Elisabeta MacTavish, and began reading.


INTEL REPORT

All information stated below is considered classified.  Sharing without prior authorization will result in loss of clearance level and summary judgment up to and including jail/death.

Subject: Elisabeta Elise MacTavish

Alias:  Elisabeta Elise Smithson, Codebreaker

Date:  41, November 20th (Year 633 - by the King’s Calendar)

Case Number: 47-40-1876

Analyst: Agt. Roarke Morrison, Stormwind

Jon smirked, satisfied. She had piqued his curiosity, and not only did SI:7 have a file on her (he had been bluffing when obtaining a copy) but it was rather thick. Of course, that was good news and bad news - it contained a lot of information, but the information was cross-referenced to other files he did not have. Still...  better too much information than not enough.

Summary:

Based on open source intelligence and surveillance activities, Elisabeta Elise MacTavish is suspected to be a key member of Sommerset Inc, involved in trafficking of gnomes and dwarfs for profit, counterfeiting and bribery in the city of Stormwind and Dalaran.  As of the date of this report, evidence provided to a magistrate has not brought about charges or a conviction. Recent activity indicates a cooling down period and no known activity has been seen for over two years.

"Interesting..." Jon mumbled. He had never heard of any criminal organizations involved in trafficking gnomes or dwarves; the social structures of both gnomish and dwarven societies were highly protective of clan members; gnome and dwarven birth rates demanded fierce loyalties. Of course, just because SI:7 made assertions hardly made it factual. Jon smiled; he knew all kinds of things in his own file were malign lies - the ill feelings between Jon Chess and Mathias Shaw were well-known within SI:7, made more intensive on Shaw's part by the number of times he'd needed Jon to save his pretentious ass from the fire.

Key Findings:

Associations: Stephen MacTavish (dec), Matthew Riley (dec), Tinkerspot Ratchet (dec) , Allison Smithson (dec), Sarah Smithson (dec)

Family:  Stephen MacTavish (s., dec), Martha Smithson (mother, dec), Robert Smithson (father, dec), Allison Smithson (s, dec), Sarah Smithson (s, dec)

Jon felt a surge of sympathy; far too many people had a long list of dead family and friends. The constant shifting states of emergencies had taken a deep toll on many people. 

In that regard, Jon had been doubly fortunate; he was an orphan with a step-brother who was able to take care of himself, and a wife and family who were... formidable. 

Location:

Regular activity has been identified in Dornogal, Dalaran and Stormwind with key interaction patterns in Valdrakkan

Communication Patterns:

Analysis of communications shows both magical non-magical calls and letters written to and frequent use of encrypted communication platforms to an individual known only as Filaren.  No known person/entity exists within the confines of this Analysts ability to decipher.  Unknown contents as communications are self destructed upon gathering.

"That's not good," mumbled Jon. Self-destructing communications were indicative of a Jon-level of paranoia. Again, not necessarily conclusive of wrong-doing, but worth noting.

Financial Activity:

Recent large deposits into Stormwind Bank/Dornogal Bank are suspected to be proceeds from criminal activities, however the evidence is circumstantial and cannot be proven without further investigation.

Jon mentally shrugged. He was himself making a remarkable amount of money from perfectly legitimate sources. New kinds of cheese from the Alliance was making Universal Exports a fortune, but SI:7 probably viewed anything lucrative as a potentially illegitimate money-making exercise. Jon made a mental note to check, regardless - even a stopped clock was accurate twice a day.

Background Information:

Personal Details: Date of actual birth could not be determined as records have been destroyed.  Age determined by other resources.

Born in Westfall to Martha and Robert Smithson, Blacksmith.  Eldest of three.  Sisters are twins Sarah and Allison, born three years her senior.  At the writing of this report, all family members are deceased.

Recruited at sixteen into the Stormwind Army.  Natural and innate ability to wield the Light was noticed, transferred to Northshire Abby to train as a paladin.  After knighting, transferred to Ironforge.  Lended out to various organizations as needs dictated.

A typical deployment of the Silver Hand. Too much demand, not enough resources.

Wed to Stephen MacTavish at the age of 25.  Sources indicate a possible honeypot situation as Stephen MacTavish (report 47-58-9965) was owner of Sommerset Inc, (report 47-96-9945), an organization with ties to Ratchet, the Defias, and the Syndicate which dealt exclusively with war profiteering, up to and including slave trading. Her sisters were later recruited as well, as a tactic to ensure complete cooperation. It is not determined, at this time, that the subject gave away important strategic military information, up to and including location of war supplies, gold caches and incoming transports.

Jon winced. Stephan MacTavish sounded like a real piece of work; Sommerset Inc.may have been illicit but not lucrative enough for Jon to have heard of it. He had carried out what might only be considered a slaughter of the Syndicate when he dated a former Syndicate spellcaster. Jon had kept up the unprovoked killing of Syndicate operatives and leadership until they'd written off losing Madame D'Arque as a fruitless endeavor.

No children.

"Probably for the best," thought Jon.

Stephen MacTaivsh was killed by Elisabeta MacTavish in year 39 of the Kings Calendar.  Due to the nature of the killing, location, and reason, no charges were brought.  Subsequent file has been blacklisted and is no longer available.

"Interesting," said Jon. Given the speculation that Elisabeta was honey-trapped into marriage, he couldn't fault her, and obviously a magistrate had agreed. What Jon found interesting was that the case file had been thoroughly buried. 

Two months later, a near lethal injury sustained in the Battle of Dalaran resulted in the medical discharge of the subject.  Both head and leg injuries have since been healed though it was noted that the subject refused magical healing, choosing to heal as “..nature intended.”  It should be noted that physically, the subject appears to have healed as of the date of this report, however, mentally and spiritually the subject appears to be struggling.  No contact will be made at this time, watch ongoing.

"She refused magical healing? I wonder if she felt that she was unworthy of being healed by the Light. Jon knew of a few ex-Scarlet Crusaders who refused to invoke the Light, although they retained the ability. Most of them volunteered for war duties, taking dangerous missions until they died in service to the Alliance. Jon hoped that Elizabeta didn't have that self-destructive streak. It would be a waste.

Source Information: n/a

Surveillance: On going.

Informant:Unable to secure reliable informant re: Robin Hood Effect

Analysis: As of the date of this report, it cannot be proven or disproven that she acted with full knowledge concerning her spouse's criminal activity or that of her sisters.  Recommend surveillance continue.

Recommendations:

Increased Surveillance:

Maintain surveillance on Elisabeta Elise MacTavish and key associates to monitor movements and potential criminal activity.

Financial Investigation:

Initiate a thorough financial investigation into Elisabeta Elise MacTavish accounts to trace illicit funds.

Coordinate with Law Enforcement:

Collaborate with relevant law enforcement agencies to share information and coordinate potential operations.

Standard operating procedure. Jon wondered how active their surveillance was; perhaps he should follow her himself, to see who and how many were watching.

Disclaimer:

This intelligence report is based on the best available information at the time of writing. Information may be incomplete or inaccurate, and conclusions should be treated with caution. Carefully manage the distribution of intelligence reports to authorized personnel only.


Jon laughed. "I  promise not to tell anyone!"

Saturday, November 23, 2024

A Pardon for Alia

A Pardon for Alia 

"OK, I'll take the job in exchange for a pardon for Alia," Jon told Shaw. "But I think it's poor form to charge Alia because she chose me and not you."

Shaw gave Chess a look that implied severe gastric distress or unforeseen annoyance with the Agent of Cheese. "Good. I am sending a guy with you, just in case." Shaw signaled to his lieutenant, the goblin named Renzick. Also known as "The Shiv." Renzick motioned a large fellow clad in the regulation black of a SI:7 operative. Black leather armor, cloak, high leather boots, and a black mask and hood. Jon spotted several blades of various lengths concealed about his person. From his belt hung two two-foot-long hardwood batons. "This is Kosh. He will do with you and take charge of the letters once you obtain them."

Agent Kosh, a pleasure," said Jon. "Batons?"

Kosh shrugged. "I don't like killing when it can be avoided."

"Hence his working name," commented Renzick with a nasty grin.

Jon raised an eyebrow. "You carry three throwing blades, likely envenomed."

Kosh shrugged again. "I'm not a fanatic about it."

"I see," said Chess. He approved the theory so long as it didn't interfere with the mission. "Meet me at the Pig & Whistle for breakfast, and we'll go to Boralus."

"By ship?" Kosh asked.

"Don't be absurd. My wife is a Dalaran Magna, and I get seasick easily."

"...I thought you were Kul Tiran?" asked Kosh.

"Common mistake. I'm Gilnean."

"Really? I'd have expected someone... with more fur."

"How rude!" Jon said. "Just for that, you must endure a joke. Knock knock?"

"Whose there?" responded Kosh.

"Kosh," said Jon.

Kosh gave Jon a deadpan look. "Not funny."


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Kosh arrived via a rooftop path at sunrise and settled into a comfortable spot to watch the entrance to the Pig & Whistle Tavern, Jon Chess' unofficial 'office' when he was in Stormwind. Kosh was cautious and wanted to ensure that there were no watchers or ambushers in place for the breakfast meeting with Chess.

He opened the flask at his belt and drank; early morning stakeouts required strong coffee.

"You know, they have better coffee inside," came a voice behind Kosh. Kosh froze, slowly turning to face the owner of the vote. 

"I thought we were meeting inside?" grumbled Kosh.

"We were meeting inside, but apparently, we are both... cautious people," commented Chess.

"Paranoid, more like," said Kosh.

"It's not paranoia when you find someone skulking on the rooftops," said Chess.

"I was not skulking. I was surveilling," said Kosh.

"Well, if you are done, I can have breakfast ready in a half-hour. With fresh-ground coffee from Kul Tiras."

"I thought you were Gilnean?"

"I am Gilnean, but I work in Boralus."

"That explains why Shaw hired you."

"Shaw hired me because he's an egotistical bastard. He knew the only way I'd help him was to protect Alia." Jon motioned to the entrance of the tavern. "Shall we eat?"

Minutes later, the pair entered the standard room of the tavern.

"Alia, my Beloved, this fellow is Kosh, my babysitter from Shaw," Jon said. Kosh noted that when Jon spoke to his wife, his face lit up with a genuine smile. Kosh was used to Jon's smirk but could never remember seeing him smile.

Alia Atherton Chess was a woman of medium height and a slender build. Her chestnut hair fell loosely down past her shoulders. Her eyes were an arcane shade of purple. She was dressed in black and deep purple robes cut in Kul Tiras fashion, but her boots had the sigil of Dalaran on them. She smiled gently but smirked like Jon when she sketched a slight bow and said, "It is a pleasure to meet you, Kosh. I'm afraid you work for a jerk, but I don't hold that against you."

"There are few congenial people in my line of work, Mistress Chess," said Kosh, returning the bow with a deeper one of his own.

"That is an unfortunate truth," confirmed Alia with a smile. "Come, let us sit while Jon makes breakfast."

Kosh smiled. "Jon's file doesn't really say anything about Jon cooking...?" 

"Really? When was the last time you read his file?" Alia asked curiously.

"Well, last night, to prepare for the mission," said Kosh.

"Ah. Jon's SI:7 file is a bizarre beast, constantly being revised by people with influence. It's one of the reasons why Master Shaw is not fond of Jon," informed Alia. "The Stormwind Crown, Lady Jaina Proudmoore, the Uncrowned, the Gilnean Crown... all of these sometimes ask Jon to work for them rather than SI:7. They know Jon can be trusted when he accepts an assignment, whereas SI:7... let's just say that there is a history of SI:7 instability. Jon doesn't have files to steal." 

"I see," said Kosh.

"I don't think you do," commented Alia. "If you ever see Jon naked, you'd have a better idea." Alia thought of the constant reminders of past interrogations, which had marked his body with scars and burn marks, both mundane and magical. 

"I'll take your word for it," Kosh said uncomfortably.

"Smart man. Jon loves to cook, though, and has done so for several militia groups in the past - at least those who did not dwell on the fact that Jon is always making venoms and poisons for his own use." Alia giggled at the nervous smile rising on Kosh's face.

After surviving breakfast, Alia opened a portal to Boralus.


(Apologies. This snippet was a work in progress, but will remained unfinished due to personal issues.)

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Lobsterback (01)

The fellow that many knew as Jon Chess slipped into the laughably-locked archive in the basement of the SI:7 facility in Stormwind, and smiled to himself as he heard the noises behind him. "Relax, Barleyscrew... it's only me."

"Oh Fel farts.. what do you want this time, cheese-monger?" said the wizened gnome, the purple crest of hair quivering over his baling pate.

"You say that like it's an insult... regardless, I would like a copy of the file on one Elisabeta Elise MacTavish," answered Jon. "And in exchange... the last three months of 'Goblins Gone Wild For Free!'". The archivist and scribe had a weakness for Goblin's Gentleman's Club magazines. 

"You could have just filed an information sharing request..." grumbled the gnome, well aware of Jon's privy agent status for Admiral Proudmoore.

"I could... but that takes weeks, because Shaw doesn't like me," reminded Chess. His history of antagonism wit the Master of SI:7 was well-known within SI:7, especially when it was Jon who purged them of demon infestation in the recent past.

"Fine... what was the name again?" the gnome asked.

"Elisabeta Elise MacTavish. Lobsterback of the Light." 'Lobsterback' was shorthand for a wearer of plate armor. "I'll wait."

Barleyscrew dropped what he was doing and located the file. Not pausing to read it, he used a magical quill and ink set to perform a swift duplication before popping it into a leather scroll case for Jon.

The two swiftly exchanged packages, and Jon left. He had some reading to do.

Lobsterback (02)

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