The massive group of tired, sleazy young men and women stood stepped onto the docks of Leviathan Federation as barges sat on the water, swaying yet constrained by chains bound to the dock. Withdrawn from coffee and Bungle cartridges, the herds of interns began shuffling toward the roadway near the dock, entering hundreds of transport vans at once parked on the side of the road waiting for the interns to fill them. Once the vehicles were filled, they would drive to one of various Macrotel operation facilities within the Leviathan federation. Hastily donned in suits with average white button-ups and dress shoes, the interns were given forged identity cards with real citizenship information from Leviathan Federation and given instructions to take loans at certain banks at specific times with the information.

Daniel sat in the rear seat of a decent, fairly old car model rented by Macrotel for the mission. The car was driven by a GetThere transport agent, who was ultimately being commanded by Macrotel. Buildings and people passed by through the tinted windows in a blur as Daniel sat and watched, unable to occupy himself. He was nervous of the task he was required to do, and wondered if it was even the right thing. He didn't have much of a choice either way, however. If he even hinted that he wouldn't be capable of doing the job, he would most probably be located, taken, and killed by Maxwell Security. While the car approached its designated parking spot across the bank, Daniel gathered himself and rearranged his tie. When the car unlocked, Daniel opened the door and stepped out onto the sidewalk. He looked upon the bank, the windows gleaming in the morning sunlight. People donned in suits, flannels, and occasionally T-shirts walked the sidewalks, passing from cool, dark shadows into bright, glowing orange sunlight. Daniel walked down the crosswalk and up the stairs, carrying only a briefcase.

Daniel entered the sleek glass doors of the bank where a security officer nodded at him. He set his brief case on the table and the security guard approached him, before scanning his body and the briefcase with a handheld metal detector. The officer opened the briefcase and checked inside, before handing it back to Daniel and moving to an idle stance, crossing his arms across his chest. Daniel continued to the loan office and talked to the receptionist inside. He took a seat by a table stocked with magazines and read the weekly news while he sat and waited. A few minutes later, a lady in a dark blue suit came out of a door within the office and called Daniel in. Daniel stepped into the office and sat on the comfortable leather chair while talking with the agent. "So, what brings you in today, Mr. Hartwell?" the agent inquires, ready to get started with the process. He replies, stifling his shakiness, "Yes, I would like to take a loan. Specifically, I need a loan worth $20,000." The agent analyzes him briefly, before smiling and continuing: "Well, you've got the right place. First, can I get your name and some form of identification?" Daniel opens his briefcase on the desk surface and retrieves a forged passport, placing it on the desk before the agent. She grabs the passport and inspects it closely. She responds, "Hmmm. I'm going to need to see a proof of residency if you're giving me a passport, unfortunately. I can take either a billing statement, a mortgage statement, or some proof of transaction with a credit or debit card linked to your address." Daniel nods and says, "That's quite alright, I have a billing statement here, as well as my account details for this bank." He grabs a couple of documents from the briefcase and hands them to the agent. She grabs them from him and begins putting information into her work tablet, glancing up occasionally and adjusting her glasses. After a while of typing information, she shuts the tablet off and informs Daniel: "I'm going to head over to the billing department to get this settled, and I'll be right back with you shortly." She gets up and walks out of the room. Daniel listens for her to leave the vicinity, before sneaking over to her side of the desk and hiding behind it. He searches through the drawers before locating the desktop server. He grabs a small drive from his jacket pocket and clicks it into a slot on the server before pressing a button next to the slot. The button, at first dormant and gray, glows green as he presses it and the server begins to whir, before settling down. Daniel returns to his seat in front of the desk and waits for the agent to return.

Moments later, the agent finally returns to the room, shutting the glass office door behind her. She steps behind the desk and begins typing some more information into her tablet. "Alright Mr. Hartwell, due to the nature of this loan, we now need to collect some further details about what the loan is for. Do you have a description or explanation of the purposes the loan would be used for?" Daniel nods and tells her, "I have a business plan already written out. I'll hand it to you now. The business idea, in short, is a business that provides anonymous cell phone services to clients. Clients pay anonymously with cryptocurrency, and the business supplies cell phone numbers that can be used anywhere." He talks as he hands the agent his stapled business plan. She glances over the documents, seemingly impressed. "Well, Mr. Hartwell, this is sufficient information for a loan. It will be processed by tonight." She hands him back all of his documents, which he places into his briefcase before closing it. "Thank you for your help, Mrs. Kathy." Daniel says as he gets out of his chair. "Sure thing. Anytime you need help, just ask for me and I'll help you out." Mrs. Kathy replies as he walks out of the door. He continues across the marble floor tiles toward the door before walking down the steps back to the rental car, which is parked somewhat conspicuously in a dimly lit alley near the bank. He gets into the passenger side of the car and sinks into the aged, pliable leather seats. The driver suddenly speeds away as he enters, seemingly in a hurry. "We have twenty minutes to get the stuff burned and get back to base." the driver says in a frenzy. They continue down the roadway, gradually nearing the distant helicopter takeoff point across the city.

Halfway through continuing through dense urban traffic, avoiding pedestrians and bikers, the driver of the car veers from the path and starts taking a different route. As the car climbs over the hill, the driver becomes aware of a traffic jam and curses under his breath. He looks around before turning onto the shoulder and passing the jam quickly. Suddenly, a patrol car jumps behind them and flashes his emergency lights. This only provokes the driver to increase his speed, closely nearing other cars in the roadway and changing from lane to lane. The officer continues behind them, persistent on catching them. Daniel prompts the driver, "Maybe you should just pull over, man. We don't have anything on us." The driver denies, saying, "They've already withdrawn the money. Your fake identity is burned. That cop finds out who we are, it's the dog house. Now let me drive, please." Continuing down a Leviathan Federation highway, the driver uncovers a panel on the dashboard and presses a loosely wired button underneath. A retractable spike strip shoots from the back of the car towards the police cruiser. The strip extends just as it hits the roadway and right before the officer can turn his wheels away. The spikes puncture his rubber tires in an instant, causing his cruiser to turn and go airborne in a series of sideways flips. Its roof collides with the roadway, before it rolls over and back onto its exposed rims. The cruiser sits there, steaming, as the officer lay unconscious in the smoke of the engine. The getaway car continues down the highway further before taking an exit and slipping into the ironic safety of the slums.

The pair finally arrive at their destination: a run-down, seemingly abandoned garage building in the slums of the Leviathan Federation. The driver rolls the car into the garage and the worker inside closes the door behind him. The pair get out, before the driver motions at Daniel. Daniel steps over to the wall and faces the driver so that he can see Daniel's hands, face, and body. Daniel undresses from his suit jacket, tie, dress shirt, suit pants, and leather shoes, handing them and the briefcase to the driver, who sets them on a table behind him. The driver then pats Daniel down, before grabbing a new pair of clothes from the table and a wad of cash, handing them to Daniel. Daniel gets dressed in the new clothes, now clean from the grime of the job he just completed. He puts the wad of cash into his pocket as the driver begins to talk, "Congratulations, Daniel. You are no longer an intern of Macrotel; You will now be working under me for Patrogen Solutions, once you sign this contract." Daniel excitedly eyes the contract, thinking of how this could impact his life. Not only being paid, but good pay from a security company? This would be the change of Daniel's life, surely. Although it's a risky business to enter, it seemed to pay off well for Daniel. He grabs the contract from the driver and signs it, returning it to the driver. The driver hands him a business card with information and says, "We'll be in touch." The driver grabs the signed contract, getting back into his personal blacked out SUV and leaving the location. After the driver is gone, the garage worker lifts the car using large mechanical equipment and equips drones to begin disassembling it piece by piece. Daniel leaves the location and hails a taxi, heading back to his apartment in the city.

Back at Macrotel Headquarters, a sum of 30,000 Macro tokens and rising was building in the personal wallet of Macrotel Corporation as thousands of interns operating in the Leviathan Federation requested loans. The money was nice, but it was secondary. Anyone watching closely could see that there was more to this scandalous operation than simply money. Some deep scheme must be at play, and an air of tension surely rises that this situation could not end in a good light. Why put all of this money and time and effort into a scheme with minimal returns and high risk? Well, a nation's economy depends on credit. If you destroy a nation's credit system, you inevitably destroy their economy, and subsequently the structure of their nation. This loan scandal may not completely destroy the credit system in Leviathan Federation, but rest assured it did leave a sizeable dent in the credit market.

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Maxwell Security Intelligence while while watching the security camras which are recorded. when in one of the offices watches as the man waiting jumped and hide behind one of the desks he didn't seam to notice the Camra because it was in a very well hidden so Maxwell switched his attention to this and switches to another hidden camra behind that had a view behind the desk. and watched as he stuck a thumb drive in the computer. so it found it couldn't access the computer anymore and it contact Local Authorities giving a picture of the assailent. and before Kathy returned unkowning on what just happened the the man who was called Mr. Hartwell. which it added to the report. when he began to leave the bank. it fallowed the man using camras. it alerted the Maindesk on what happened but advised that they should let him leave as he was not a threat. it fallows him on camras till he gets into a car and it starts taking pictures of the vehicle. getting license plates. and added them to the ever growing report

veiw Changes to a police crusier. which had just pulled in behind a vehicle and the Crusier Intelligence alerts on the vehicle and officer Officer James turns on lights and deploys drones and fires a tracker into the back of the vehicle. and as the vehicle speeds up it releases spike traps causing the cruiser to spin out of control catching air and and rolling landing on the rims the officer unconsious. the Cruiser Intelligence sends a destress single as Officer Down warning assailents very dangerous. and releases drones to track the vehicle it could not reach the tracker because it feel off when the now very damaged spike trap with it being torn up by a Leapord 2A6. which had stopped to help the officer.

The drones prosue the vehicle form a distance a UAV toke over midway through the persute as the Drones batteries where dying and had to return to the crusier. at this point when the UAV tracked them to the Garage in the slums of Agartha City and contacts FBI. and watches as a man leaving the building it looks at seeing a buisness card in his hands reading Patrogen Solutions. and records it. at this point the UAV and fallows the man to his apartment in the city.

and while the man enters at night, Agartha Police start pilling at the Apartments out of sight. SWAT move in in the dark of night. Mr. Hartwell is startled as tear gas is shot into the Apartment and the door is breached. the man is subdued and cuffed and a card Reading: Patrogen Solutions. by Macrotel Corperation. FBI Agent James Feller. was looking at the card and looked to his KGB buddy Charkov and speaks in a worried tone. "I dont think this is simple robbery we might have a national inncodent."

Meanwhile on the national stage the Markets begin to crash a large ammount of lones where being taken out all over the place and markets grind to a halt as money is drained from the nations banks. Mimir knowtices too late the attack on The sneaky attack. quickly sifting throw the knoweldge he recieves the report on the capture of Mr. Hartwell. Later confermed to be Daniel. and he looks closely at the other reports looking at the photos of those taking out lones some and notes the must new to the work as he spots several more with Macrotel Cards or Patrogen Solutions Cards. and similure crimes being commited in other cities. he calls to Tyr, Loki, and Odin and converses with them in seconds his findings.

Mimir in a scotish accent "odin old friend I think we have an issue. this seams to be an attack on our creadit system. at this moment the nation will lose 45% of its GDP"

Odin says in a calm soft Fatherly tone "yes Mimir this is a major issue the nation suffer if we don't stop this. a lot of companies are going to go out of buisness allready the government will have to step in to insure that his dont hurt anymore than it allready will.

Tyr in a calm voice replies with venom "It seams that Macrotel wants this to remain a Silent War. I think it would be a good idea to deny them this luxury."

Mimir "let everyone know what they are doing. what Macrotel is doing."

Tyr" besides the people have a right to know of the cowardly theaft of there money from right under there noses."

Odin "I contacted the president with the infomation we gathered and he is calling the military leaders along with congress to meet at the capital."

some hours later Capital Building of the Leviathan Federation. the camras are off in the building the congress has been debriefed on the Credit Attack. Senator Woman Astrid Walker. "this is an Attack on the Federation. Reports already pilling in that the stocks are crashing. and people are no longer a able to pull money from there accounts, what these Macrotel Agents put the federation into a ression."

Mimir "there plan was genious but was excutted sloppy they seam to have been using recuits to infiltrate the banks but as Tyr has stated that Macrotel wants to keep this under the radar of the civilians. I don't think we should allow them this luxury. let the people know exactly what has happended"

Wilhelm" the People do have a right to know what is going on in the nation. we should let them know there are some issues. Lieing will make things far worse than telling them the truth" wilhelm looks at the droid that serves as Mimirs Physical Form"do you guys have a form made we need to halt the taking of loans for a time. ill call a summit with the IAC. do we have the card for the Patrogon Solutions. I need one to take with as evidence. also freaze any asset that is remotely Macrotel"

The camras Come on

"Hello my fellow Leviathans" ,while signening the document that has been autherized by both the Senate and House." sorry for the delay in the reply to the Market Crash. be assured we are working hard to figure out what is going on Macrotel has launched an attack on our system by abusing our banks generosity. taking buisness loans. so unfortunately we will be suspending banks from giving out loans for the time being. so that we can resolve this cowardly attack on our people. and for this reason I am ording a Total Mobilization of the Leviathan Armed Forces. the military will be able to use its resources to repair some of the damage done but I am affraid this will take some time to resolve this road block in our nation. as well as prepair to prepare for any potental invasions."

Leviathan Federation Calls for a IAC Summit.

This in no way will cause a global recession that Macrotel planned for and has countermeasures inacted

A large holographic television screen displayed on the street side of the Grand River Hotel in Macrotel Headquarters lit up the building around it as it displayed a high-resolution moving image of the majority stockholder and owner of the company, Paradon Winsley, talking in a recent interview with WowNow! Night Show host Dan Richards. "I need to make something clear from the get-go: Macrotel in no way endorses or condones the actions of the malicious actors that conducted the fraudulent attack. The selfishness and greed of a few individuals has now devastated the LF economy and consequently our open trade with LF. All of us here at Macrotel will be working hard for the next few months to find the individuals responsible for the attack and restore the stolen funds to the LF." Paradon explained to the host as he moved his arms with his speech fluently. The host nodded as he listened and responded, "Who do you think was responsible?". Paradon answered, "We think we may know who was responsible for this. The scheme had to have been planned and agreed on by at least over half of the board of trustees. Not only that, the ones who weren't in on it had to have either been completely unaware or just have been really great at keeping secrets. However, with every company communication being done digitally, any person could easily fool others into believing the person is a higher-up of the company with minimal effort. We believe a third party may have gained access into our communications system and mass emailed these interns about a position, before inviting them to secret locations disguised as official Macrotel buildings and providing them with fake identities and instructions to commit these frauds." The host adds, "That sounds like a very elaborate, thought-out plan. Whoever was behind this attack surely must be a really dangerous group or individual." Paradon answered with, "Yes, fraud is extremely dangerous to social and economic integrity; you saw what an effect just an attack like this had on the economy of the LF. Imagine if it was half a million people going and taking false loans instead - something like that would be just powerful enough to maybe topple a whole nation. We will work hard to ensure the mastermind behind the scheme is apprehended and the group is shut down." "Alright folks, well, that was Paradon Winsley, owner of Macrotel. Hear more from him next weekend on the Night Show, as we discuss... The International Administration of Commerce. I am your host, Dan Richards, and I hope you have a wonderful evening.". The screen switches to the regular nightly news, where a group of people in suits at a table begin to talk about the recent dip in the market.

Watching the holographic display while smoking standing under a rain cover of a nearby liquor store, the face of a mysterious figure silhouetted in the dark, foggy night remained still while watching, though his eyes smiled with delight in the glare of the screen. As he finished his cigarette, he threw it onto the damp, gritty sidewalk, where it tumbled and fell into a littered collection of cigarette ends. The figure equipped his hood onto his head and began making his way down the sidewalk, concealing his face from the rain. He dipped into a tight alleyway, where he turned to look behind himself before pulling down a rusted fire escape ladder and climbing up to the second floor. He lifted a partly opened window, with which he struggled because the window was stuck. After forcing the window up, he hopped into the room and shut it closed behind him. As the man closed the curtains after peeping out through the window, a new figure peeps around the corner of the alleyway entrance before continuing over the cluttered mess of trash. The figure is donned in a decently nice, black tailored suit with a white shirt and black tie, and her dark brown hair sways as she walks. She opens up a digital notepad from her jacket pocket and writes a few notes while examining the ladder and the window. She discreetly snaps a few photographs of the area using her notebook's built-in camera and documents them with her report. After observing the ladder for a second, she walks toward it and begins to inspect it fully. She takes a multi-tool out of a compartment on her notebook and unscrews the ladder before gently removing it and placing it in the nearby dumpster. She pulls up a messaging application on her notebook and sends someone a brief message before leaving the alleyway into a recently parked black, fully tinted SUV. Back in the room, the man boots up his desktop setup and pulls up a terminal before typing in a command. A digital wallet opens on the computer, and shows a sum of 58,962 Macro tokens. A burner flip-phone buzzes in the man's drawer and he opens it to answer. "Hello?" he asks. A deep, hefty tone answers, "I got what you asked for all ready to go. Get a pen and paper ready. The username is 'A9!2b5_A1.?g8'. The password is 'Fp76%B9f2A14].&99'. Got it?". The man replies, "Yeah, I got it." The line then clicks, and the man returns to his desktop. He routes a large sum of 10,000 Macro tokens to an anonymous wallet before shutting down his computer system. He gets under the covers of his bed and lies there, smiling because he knows what is soon to transpire. He presses a button located on his temple and goes still.

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