The Last Voyages: IC Inbox

[worthallthis]

There is no voice message here. Better hope you got the right box.

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[cactusy]

It's complicated.

[And she suppresses the urge to indulge in too much suspicion; there are plenty of valid reasons for someone to ask, beyond them being a fake simulated person fishing for information. Knowing that doesn't mean she's going to give away anything that her enemies don't already know, but it does mean she'll force her shoulders to relax when she realizes that they've automatically tensed up at the question. ]

I used to be with the ISA, but I'm kinda freelance now. A couple of people here have said we sound like vigilantes, and they're not wrong, I guess. We save people. Or did. Things are weird right now.

[worthallthis]

[B wracks his brain for a moment, then has to admit,]

I don't know if we had an ISA in our world. I'm coming up blank and I at least know all the alphabet agencies in the USA. What exactly... is that?

[cactusy]

Probably a timing thing, more like; it's had a few names. But, uh... Intelligence Support Activity. We call it The Activity.

[She pauses, glancing over at him.]

There are different roles within the agency. Mine was targeted assassinations.

[worthallthis]

Cheers. So was mine.

[He mimes clinking their mugs together with a droll expression, though he doesn't actually do it.]

I have no idea what HYDRA stands for, though I'm sure it stands for something. Can I ask what the criteria was for your assassinations?

[cactusy]

Bad people who were a threat to national security. Turns out it was good people who were a threat to national security sometimes too, though.

[worthallthis]

Yeah. Not surprised. I don't really trust governments to ever do the right thing, at this point.