Supernatural Division
“Hello and welcome.” The smartly dressed German man addressed the recruits who sat around the long oak table in the modern boardroom. “My name is Alexander Biermann, I head the SND - the Supernatural Division of the Bureau.” He took a look around the room, then continued. “Contrary to what the name suggests, we typically solve cases that are too complex for other police agencies to handle. Though, this does not, by any means, mean that we do not deal with cases of a supernatural quality.
“You will notice laptop computers in front of you along with a briefcase. Inside you will find a belt, a collection of five mobile phones - switched off - a watch, and an assortment of other standard issue gadgets, courtesy of the engineering department here in the Bureau’s New York offices. I will allow Dr. Osamu and Dr. McCoy to explain their function and other uses. For now, I'll ask for your attention to be directed to the screen.” A screen electronically lowered itself from the roof, behind him. “I'd like to begin the investigation as soon as possible.”
When the screen had finally clicked into position, Biermann tapped a button on a remote he possessed and an image sharpened into view. The German turned to another man in the room, “Mr. Foster, this is your project.” He addressed everyone in the conference room and said, “Would you mind introducing the team to it?”
Mr. Foster stepped forward, cleared his throat, and began his quick briefing. “Two weeks ago I made a trip to Montana to visit a man who claimed to have knowledge on the whereabouts of an ancient artifact, the trident of Poseidon.” He paused as he heard several gasps, and one man half laughed, half choked on his coffee.
“You can’t be serious,” the man said.
“In our line of work, we must take everything seriously,” Biermann interjected. “I can assure you Dr. McCoy, the trident is, in fact, real.”
Mr. Foster continued, ignoring McCoy’s outburst. “The trident, or, more precisely, the orb it’s contained in, was involved in an incident back in 1967 near Japan. The energy released by it created one of the largest and most devastating tropical storms in human history. Although it was thrown overboard and considered lost to the depths of the ocean, rumors are surfacing of its reappearance. I have been able to trace it to Vietnam, but that is where the trail ends.”
McCoy shook his head. “So, it disappeared. So what? It’s not like anyone else is looking for it.”
“That, is where you are wrong. My contacts tell me that the Russians are looking for it right now. We need to find it. If the Russians get it, it’s going to be Armageddon incarnate.” Foster stepped back and let Biermann finish the briefing.
“As you all can see, it is of utmost importance that we recover the artifact as soon as we possibly can,” He gave them all a moment to take in all that was said. “We will have access to the special enforcement unit. Lieutenant Colonel Evans isn’t here, at the moment, to explain but you will have contact with him and his men.
“It would appear that we should be going to Vietnam. Does anyone have any thought on where else it may be at the moment?” Biermann glanced around the room, curious as to who would speak up first.
You have been invited to join The Bureau, a multinational police agency associated with no single nation, but with the United Nations as a whole. You have been singled out among your peers because of you skills, knowledge, maturity, special abilities or other such things. You may be a forensic analyst, a psychologist, a private detective. Whatever the case may be, you've been singled out as useful to the Bureau and have been invited to join their ranks. Assuming you accept - you have been subject to an interview as well as a test and will begin on your first case shorty.
