After two weeks of the online virus spreading, many news outlets just only started to pickup the shocking news of students across the world gaining mind reading abilities by unspecified roots. The media was not sure how to handle this story; it seemed too strange for their tastes and they were afraid that some government agency might be behind its sudden appearance in such an unexpected way. It wasn't until after several months had passed that even most major news sources began covering the phenomenon with any seriousness or depth. A news TV broadcasted the headline of the matter today, it states In fact, one can hardly find mention of this at all on Wikipedia today. One article there is titled "The Mind Reader Phenomenon" but gives no details whatsoever about what actually caused those who gained these new powers. All anyone knows now is that the ability seems to have been spread via Internet downloads from a mysterious source called "MindReader trial". There are also numerous reports out of China where people say that they saw children suddenly developing telepathic skills without knowing why. However, the Chinese government denies ever having heard anything like this before and has declared that none of their citizens would be capable of using such techniques anyway. Many believe that if indeed there was any truth to the rumours then we must look towards other countries as being more likely to be involved than our own. As you may know, Australia's internet service is very fast compared to ours here in America so perhaps someone in Oz found something first? Whatever happened, I'm glad to see my countrymen finally getting back into the spotlight again! – The Editor-In-Chief, New York Times.152Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡtkzWyKpXZH
"Damnit, Even after months of research we still can't find the perpetrator!?" A guy in a formal suit slap the Files hard on the desk. He looks really mad, his face red and eyes glaring furiously. His name is Mr. Smith and he's the International Criminal Police Organization chief executive officer. They call him Chief for short. This man has authority over police forces around the whole world, including the FBI and CIA. That's because every crime committed anywhere else will automatically get reported to the ICPO headquarters which he controls directly. But right now, the case that was once thought impossible to crack has become almost unsolvable.
Mr. Smith is talking with Dr. Watson, a researcher from Scotland Yard, London. Both men sit side by side on a sofa inside a small conference room within the ICPO HQ. Behind them are three large screens showing images of various places in different parts of Europe. On one screen, two women wearing black outfits run down a dark street while holding guns in both hands. Their faces are hidden under ski masks but they seem pretty confident nonetheless. Another shows a group of masked gunmen standing outside an abandoned building. And lastly, another scene featuring five young boys playing football in the park. Each image is accompanied by a voice recording describing each incident.
"What do you think?" asks the chief.
Dr. Watson scratches his head nervously, looking worried. "I don't know..." he says, shaking his head. "It could've been done by terrorists... maybe anarchists trying to stir up trouble."
Mr. Smith shakes his head vigorously. "That won't work," he snaps. "These aren't your normal criminals. These incidents took place everywhere: in England, Germany, Spain, Italy and France. Plus, they're happening so often that everyone thinks it's terrorism. You said yourself that there were no traces left behind except for the voices and videos themselves!"
Watson sighs, lowering himself onto the floor beside the table. "Maybe we should wait till tomorrow to decide," he suggests.
Mr. Smith nods, leaning forward on the table.
"Sir, we got a message from the top detective assigned to the case yesterday afternoon."
"And what did she say?"
"She asked us to keep investigating this 'mind reader' thing until we find out who's responsible. She'll contact me again when the time comes. We need to figure this out soon or else the public backlash will be immense. If nothing gets solved by the end of next week, then I suggest that we send a report to the president."
"You mean tell him that the United States Government doesn't control the situation anymore? What good does that do?"
"Well, sir, we already sent a report saying that this isn't related to the US government. So what difference does it make whether we tell him the truth or not?"
Mr. Smith sits back against the couch. He runs his fingers through his hair. "Alright, fine," he growls, staring at the ceiling. "We'll give her another day to solve this problem herself before telling him.
"Maybe...Maybe we can bait them to come out, like a fake terrorist group taking the blame, then if they decided to come out then we can have the targets lock on sites."
Both men stare blankly at each other.
"Do you think that's possible, sir?" asks Dr. Watson hesitantly.
Mr. Smith shrugs. "If it works, then great. Otherwise, we'll just have to try something else."
" You sure this methods wouldn't backfired?"one of the officers said hesitantly.
Mr. Smith stares at the wall silently for a few seconds. Then he turns to face Watson. "No," he replies flatly. "Not unless we want to go full-force and use the military to stop these people. No matter how much damage they cause, they cannot be allowed to escape justice."
A loud knock sounds on the door. An office assistant opens the door and calls out, "Mr. Smith, Ms. Johnson wants to speak to you urgently."
Smith stands up quickly and walks toward the entrance, followed by Watson. When he enters the hallway, he sees a tall woman in a white blouse and blue skirt walking briskly toward them. Her long blond hair flows down her shoulders smoothly as though floating along the wind.
Ms. Johnson is the ICCO's director of operations, a position reserved exclusively for women. She wears glasses and speaks with a gentle British accent. At least, that's what they say. Only Mr. Smith and Watson know better.
Johnson stops near the pair and smiles gently. "Good morning, gentlemen. How may I help you?"
Mr. Smith steps forward and bows slightly. "Hello, Director Johnson. Could you spare a minute of your time?"
She waves her hand dismissively. "Please, no formality. Call me Diana. I'd prefer to avoid unnecessary forms of protocol whenever possible. Now, what brings you here today?"
He takes off his sunglasses and places them inside his breast pocket. "Actually, we just form a plan to target who ever it is that started this case, I would like you to assist us."
"Of course. Please follow me."
They walk together into a smaller meeting room located nearby. After sitting down, Mr. Smith continues speaking. "As you know, we suspect that someone is responsible for this 'mind reader' phenomenon. However, we haven't been able to catch the culprit yet. Therefore, I came up with a rather unorthodox idea."
"Go ahead and explain it to me."
He reaches a top secret file containing profile of the group of agents with abnormal abilities known as . "Task force Omega-6", he explains. "They're specially trained operatives who are given complete freedom and discretion to perform any task necessary for the ICCO."
"Is this true?" asks Ms. Johnson curiously.
"Yes. They're highly skilled and extremely dangerous individuals. And now In order for this to work, we need them to take the blame as the group response to the mind readers."
Ms. Johnson leans back in her chair, stroking her chin. "Why would they agree to this?"
Mr. Smith points to the screen displaying the image of the gunman of the Omega-6. "Because they're the perfect bait to lure the ture mastermind, think about it, if someone steal the cerdit for the event and change there set objective,it would be a huge set back for the mastermind. If they do want to come out and percent themself, then we'll strike them down with the team with prepare for them. That way we won't lose any valuable assets."
"How exactly will the Omega 6 respond?" she asks. "Will they kill all of these people? Or capture them alive?"
"Capture would be best, but if things go wrong then killing is acceptable. Either way, the goal here is to trap whoever it is responsible for starting this mess and bring them in."
"I understand that part," says Johnson nodding slowly, "but how are we going to convince them to accept the role of bait?"
Mr. Smith smirks. "By offering them a reward. Of course."
Johnson frowns. "But that's not enough incentive to risk their lives in a high profile operation like this one."
Mr. Smith chuckles softly. "Don't worry about that. There individual identity won't be publicised. They'll be disguised as ordinary people and the entire operation will be kept confidential. Not even the president will know about this."
Johnson looks skeptical. "Even so, this is still risky."
"Yes, I admit that it is. But it's worth a shot. If we doesn't act sooner, who knows what would they do."
Diana Johnson ponders the proposal for a moment before asking, "So what's in it for them?"
"Their share of the money, of course."
"Money?"
"Of course," repeats Mr. Smith impatiently. "This is an international organization; we need funds to maintain its operations. We can pay them whatever amount they desire, provided that it is reasonable."
Johnson considers carefully. Finally she nods, smiling wryly. "Very well. It might be fun to watch them work."
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