The North PacificBoard

INT. HIGH-RISE OFFICE - NIGHT
The room is bathed in the soft glow of city lights, casting shadows that dance across the walls. THE DIRECTOR, a figure of authority, paces restlessly while clutching the phone to his ear.

THE DIRECTOR
Ah, Johnson. Did you acquire the intelligence we sought?

JOHNSON's voice crackles through the line, tinged with urgency.

JOHNSON
He muttered one phrase, over and over. “Doorman.”

THE DIRECTOR
A name, perhaps?

JOHNSON
I can’t be certain. The man's on borrowed time, hemorrhaging information with his life. He's got mere days left.

THE DIRECTOR
Did he yield anything else of value?

JOHNSON
His handlers communicate through cryptic means. Crosswords, of all things. Reminiscent of old OSEAN tactics. We've unearthed weapon caches, remnants of past raids. It's a breakthrough, sir.

THE DIRECTOR
Fascinating. How long until we have a lead on Prometheus?

JOHNSON
Den's already in Fusea, poised to commence. His methods may be unorthodox, but he gets results.

THE DIRECTOR
Do you trust him?

JOHNSON
(chuckles)
Trust? In our line of work, it's a commodity in short supply. Den plays by his own rules.

THE DIRECTOR
And his team?

JOHNSON
They're handpicked, the best of the best. Den's assembled a roster that reads like a who's who of covert ops.

THE DIRECTOR
Tell me, Johnson. How did Prometheus first come onto our radar?

JOHNSON
Prometheus is a tale as old as Yugobatania itself. The country's history is one of intrigue and deceit, stitched together with blood and betrayal. When Solomon fell, the world thought Yugobatania would emerge into the light. But beneath the surface, shadows lingered.

THE DIRECTOR
I recall the optimism of that time. The world watched as Yugobatania opened its doors to the global stage.

JOHNSON
A facade, Director. A carefully crafted illusion. I was there, part of an international team investigating human rights violations. What we discovered... it chilled us to the bone.

THE DIRECTOR
Solomon's regime, hiding horrors behind a mask of hospitality.

JOHNSON
Exactly. The whispers began then, faint echoes of dissent. But it wasn't until that fateful night, wandering the darkened streets, that we stumbled upon the truth.

THE DIRECTOR
Whispers of Prometheus I assume?

JOHNSON
A preacher, a prophet of sorts, invoking the name with enthusiasm. To those desperate souls, Prometheus was a beacon of hope, promising liberation from tyranny.

THE DIRECTOR
And now, all these years later, Prometheus still casts its shadow over Yugobatania.

JOHNSON
It's more than a shadow, Director. It's a specter haunting the halls of power, threatening to plunge the nation into chaos.

THE DIRECTOR
Then our mission is clear. We must find Prometheus before it's too late.

The gravity of their task hangs heavy in the air as the conversation draws to a close, the fate of a nation...maybe even the world...resting in their hands.

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