Every day, from the hours of 9am to 5pm, I badge into the SCIF and get to work. First thing I do is check gaming news publications, just to see if there was a new leak I missed and would have to do damage control for.
If it's a slow day, I go back to the same mind-numbing, repetitive job I do every day. I take a piece of classified military intelligence, right? And then here's the beauty of it. Usually there's documents that are declassified but together can paint more of a picture, like budget reports and transport logs, and performance data. I think the ametures call it "Open Source Intelligence".
We bundle all that together. Well, the gisters do, anyway; they work down in '503. They condense everything we give them into a form the specific target is certain to pounce on. They've even got this machine learning app that inserts citations into wikipedia and backdates the pages. Every night when we empty the building for janitorial staff and the bug sweep, the same two men come and take the machine that runs that away. Looks like a prototype, zip ties everywhere.
Anyway, we post the "payloads" to the War Thunder forums, under the identity of some poor fool we choose out of the military. Under performing, not well liked, expendable.
Anyway, the grunt gets sent to Leavenworth for espionage, and we take over the socials. We post our bait to War Thunder under their name, and just watch. Anyone who messages us that day, talking about how lonely they are, or asking us what we're wearing? We trace their IP. Between PATRIOT and the Espionage Act, the legal stuff isn't even a big deal -- they gave us the rubber stamp to use as we please. And when we send 'em to a blacksite? Every time, it turns out they're working for another country's intelligence service. Spies. Can you imagine? Spying on US citizens.
That's our job. Economy's tight, and we can't be having competition.
