Covert Actions
The summer of '74 burned hot. I remember being stood on that beach¸ soaked in blood¸ the Mediterranean sky wider than you can imagine. The smell of 630 and cypress and burning tyres. I remember turning away from the carnage we'd been ordered to wreak. I remember seeing the Others coming out of the water. I remember a voice louder than God screaming. I don't remember anything after that.
"Agents of Section 46 may be assigned almost anywhere on Earth¸ to carry out objectives for which they are unprepared¸ with minimal material support and no official sanction. They may have to perform acts that leave them psychologically scarred¸ consumed with self-loathing or growing ever-emptier inside¸ unable to maintain healthy relationships¸ only connecting with fellow human beings as covers or as preludes to betrayal.