The Numbers Station Launch Party

We had our launch party tonight at an undisclosed location in the desert. It was pretty sweet with lots of cool people that we can't talk about. Here are some photos.

Here's Operative C with Zulu Echo and "The White Ghost", our accountant.

This chick was getting pretty rowdy. We had to kill her later.

You can tell by the look on Zulu Echo's face that he was thinking about which torture method to use on her. In the back are Delta4 and Larry, they're both in HR.

"Miguel" and Peterson. I can't talk about "Miguel", but Peterson handles all of our wire transfers and party planning.

This drunk broad in the center is actually the deadliest assassin in the western hemisphere. Not only can she hit a quarter at 1500 yards with a sniper rifle, but she also makes a mean daquari. On the right is Durango, our janitor.

Here's The White Ghost again. In addition to accounting, he also makes neat gizmos for us to use while we're on assignment. One of the ones that we're now allowed to talk about is a laptop with a built in GPS, TAZER, and bottle opener. That thing was sick, and got me out of more than a few tight spots.

These are just some hookers that we got for the party. We killed them all later.

Here's G-Force, our dog/mascot/confidante. That may look like corn but it's actually a human spleen. A lot of folks don't know what those do or what they look like. I won't let you in on their sinister purpose here, but that's what one looks like. Dogs really like them.

So that's all from our launch party. Obviously a lot of other stuff happened, but we really can't talk about all that shit because it's classified. Also, I'm sorry that so much of the photos have been obscured, but we really need to protect the identies of our people.