It's been quite a while since Verdandi participated in that mission, Javelin. Together with Satoru she searched for this enemy transport convoy and was lured into a trap. Luckily for her though the invading forces were no match for her rank and skill. Verdandi had found the primary infiltrator back then. But there is either a network. Or an even bigger fish on the loose for this. Verd had honestly forgotten that this was still a thing and was busy on running her missions anyway. Continuous reports of sabotage mostly faded and the occasional small reappearance of this topic in her intel flow didn't really bother her beneath all the other troubles at the frontlines. Verd however, now got informed by mission HQ that new intel over her previous findings had surfaced and that the same inside-man was back at duty. Dandi moved to Kiri's Mission centre and sat her butt into a briefing that was however filled with other people. She was kind of taken back by this sudden display of crowded men in the room. Once the briefing was finished and they gave the latest intel on the spy, Verd moved in to ask her superior what this was all about. He started to inform her over how the spy has been causing more and more troubles. That he was open for bounty now and many Bounty Hunters just attended to make sure the are all informed about their latest intel. However, Verdandi had met the guy whom was considered responsible for Operation Javelin.
Seeing that that could be some sort of advantage for her. Dandi moved to the security ward. Kiri usually didn't take prisoners. So, him being still alive was something unusual. Obviously, they ought that he could still be of use. But he was too aware about how Kiri treats their prisoners once they had served their purpose. Execution was out for him. So, when Verdandi came for a visit. He grasped onto that little straw of hope that she, maybe could save his life. Unfortunately for him. Verd didn't really come here in the intention of really getting this man out of his misery. But rather see if she could squeeze something out of him that he hasn't told anyone yet. Verd spent hours talking with him. About why he had done this. Why he had betrayed his people. Whom it was to have recruited him and pulled him down into this. But the talk wasn't very fruitful until a certain point. Where he described when and how he used to communicate with the spy. Verdandi figured. A little detail he kept mentioning. A noise he kept hearing whenever they talked on the radio. A very distinctive siren call. Something that left most men oblivious when they had questioned him. But Verdandi knew this noise. It was something that went off in the medical ward when an emergency was on and about. A signal to the med-nin to get up from their break and get to work.
Verdandi knew this, cause she had been to that medical ward multiple times. Going back to it now. She'd find it abandoned and empty. Searching the area. Realizing that Kiri had moved the medics to a more central spot of their camp and simply didn't bother with breaking it down. The central unit of it somewhat built into a rocky sandstone mountain side. Verdandi entered the cave. All abandoned. Some useless supplies still around. A lot of empty cargo containers. A ton of rats that had infested the camp probably due to the trash and food left behind. Verdandi pulled her sword and slowly slashed her way through the filthy creatures. One hit was enough to kill them anyway. But eventually, she'd find what she was looking for in a corner. A little, abandoned radio station. Probably originally used by the medics here to coordinate incoming patient transfers. Verdandi sat down on the desk. The medic ward here used to be specifically assigned to the Refugee ward. Verdandi could gather that from the papers on the desk. But she also found intel about a young boy, a refugee, that used to come here to play with the radio. There was a file on him, pictures. Name. Refugee ID. Medical history. After some tinkering with the radio, Verd could get a list of the last frequencies used within. Tuning in her own radio into them one by one. Until she found what she was looking for. An active frequency that shouldn't be.
Verd would have to search further through the cave. Go deeper inside. Finding a multitude of old machinery no longer in use. Multiple of them were twisted from their original purpose, showing off, that the bounty in question was indeed a tinkerer. Verdandi would figure, that finding him and catching him was the hard part. Actually, fighting him wouldn't be all too inconvenient. His power level was obviously not very high. Verd just had to bypass his security somehow. If she would be able to get some more intel on this case. She might be able to get all the information needed to prepare herself well enough that she could bring the actual capture to a rapid conclusion. Verdandi was searching through the machines. Multiple newspapers from suna. Intel reports stolen from the Kiri HQ. Various reports probably picked up from Squad leaders and other intel carriers. He certainly had been busy. A specialist at his job. He wasn't the only one trying to do the whole double agent play. But Kiri's troops eventually all snooped them out. The multitude of skilled people in kiri's rooster, especially of ANBU and Hunter nature. Verd still hoped that her request to gain access into those special forces would eventually be honoured with a positive response, but then she'd certainly have to prove herself as a skilled bounty hunter too. Just working on a lot of missions showed effort. But not the required skill necessary to do the jobs requested by special forces.
Verdandi would continue to find various recordings. Notes of the spy. They weren't of really important nature. Verd figured, a skilled guy like himself would have made sure to destroy them if they really held any critical information to themselves. But Verd would clean up a sofa in the cave. Take out one of her sealed blankets from a scroll, toss it over the cushions and drop herself onto it. Plugging in her radio phones into the recording device and starting to play them one by one. It was tedious work for sure. But for Verdandi a little bit of effort was totally worth it. The spy's voice was soft and gentle. It kind of had some sort of an asmr feeling to it. Leaving Verd to tingle in her belly as the boy's whispers would follow her for the next hours. It would have been a lot worse if he was one to scream loudly and angerly into the microphone. Verd would try to filter the nonsense from potential useful intel. About his daily life. Brushing his teeth. His motivations to see the villages gone. His losses. His hardships. His crying and heart aches. His pain of being an oh so poor sunaan boy. A lot of complaining indeed. But nothing Verdandi couldn't deal with or not understand. It was the usual story. But she was kind of disappointed. Having expected a bit of a deeper character twist to the guy. Now she just felt sorry for him and what she would have to do with him.
[Moving on to Part 2]
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