CASE 1: A Colder War. West Berlin HQ.: 1966, 9th of December. The world keeps turning. The World, keeps changing. The boots of technology lead a steady march over the spiritual sensibility of mankind. And thanks to said march, the jobb at the ”Department for Apprehension and Protectiom against Paranatural, Extradimensional and ReAnimated” gets at once both easier and more difficult. More tools and better equipment allows them to track and deal with threats easier. But it also allows for their rivals to do the same. And for occultists and other unsavory individuals to achieve their goals quicker. It used to be that you could just let the lunatics blow themselves up. But these days the build faraday cages and rocord their chants pre-ceremony. And the state of the world was giving them all the fuel they could ever ask for. One thusand and ninty hundred americans on Vietnamese soil shed blood, in a world already soaked in it. And their blood and their agony in turn feed a allready rampant population of local vampires. A very specific breed, of the flying head variety. And all the while, D.A.P.P.E.R is facing budget cuts, as the threat of Thule has been all but handled. Never mind that the Red Brigade is still as active ever, and that Chinese agents are trying to acquire ancient artifacts from the Ming Dynasty. Or that the forementioned Vietnamese vampires are capable of hitching a ride on ships without caring about native soil. The supernatural is not as scary anymore, our weapons are so much better then the day of the sword and bow. Yet Piere had started to train his exterminators to use swords along with modern firearms such as the AK-47 and M16. Pierre, who had survived the worst incident in D.A.P.P.E.Rs history, knew old methods still worked well. And sometimes, the sword would save you, not the automatic carbine. But with Science as the new religion, the wonders of the word were new cars and towers of glass, not strange light in meadows or the music of the fey. Nobody believed it even existed anymore. Well, almost anybody. He believed, he knew. He faced them more then once. The strange things from world not our own. He lamented over USA's latest cut in the D.A.P.P.E.R funding. More and more money was being put into helicopters, tanks, battleships and the bloody CIA. Communism in itself had become the big threat and the war of Ideology is best fought with money and proxy wars. The supernatural was less important. Pierres own country, France, cut the funding after losing Algeria. They had spent their money on their nuclear program instead. Pierre had not forgotten Margaretes words, about humanity being a speck of dust in comparison the universe. The old lady had been part of the start, the very beginning. And she had slowly been eaten by the thing from under the pacific. He had believed the dying old lady and her warning, and he believed her all the more now. ”Sir” A voice called to him. He turned to face the young man, a Delta Rank officer by the named Tomas Lind. A former member of the Swedish Paratrooper Unit. Built like a Viking, with the beard to match. And the dead eyes that stared at you until you felt you better ask him if he had seen Valhalla. ”Yes?” Piere raised a eyebrow. ”Diplomatic Liason, Ferdinand Tompson has returned Sir!” He stood in salute. He looked chuffed, out of breath and Piera allowed him to catch his breath. ”And why do you look so haggard and out breath.” He spoke, arms akimbo as he stared at his subordinate. ”He told me to get you as soon as possible Sir! He says the Finns uncovered a artifact directly related to the finnish plane of death;Tuonela . ” The man spoke and Piere stared. He opened his mouth a few times trying to find the words. ”But we lost contact with them, there were reports of wolves Sir.” ”Are they sure it's the rea- Pierre paused, about to say something then paused again. He lifted his hand to his face, fumbling for a cigarr not there, but in his pocket still. They had based archeological dig on some old scaldic pages. It spoke about an entrence to Tounela. IF they found an actual artifact, it would be paramount they recovered it safely. Finland was border to border with Soviet after all. And a sudden wolf attack on the camp? The clock was ticking. ”Are you aware of the pile of crap we are about to step in, Special Liason Schmidt.” Piere spoke as soon as the line was picked up, his voice tense. ”I just got the word. A wolf pack attacking the dig seconds after the Artifact is uncovered? Sounds like we are on the backfoot” The Austrian Articifer and Liason answered back, he sounded just as tense. ”I need verification. IF we found a key to another plane, I don't want in the hands of the Russians or anyone else for that matter.” ”Certeinly. I have allready set up a detail to retreive it ” Schmidt paused. Then continued. ”What are they looking for again.” The Head of the Hades Vaults was suddenly as tense as he had ever been. The two men stood silently by their phones. Contemplating. ”Something that is connected with Finnish underworld. If I were to hazard a guess, I'd imagine it has to do with the Swan. We'll need a retrieaval expert for the artifact. ” Piere breathed out, clenching the phone. This was a artifact that might lead them to a whole new world. One that likely would be best kept undisturbered. Underworld styled world had a nasty habit of causing Reanimation when connected to our reality. ”Right. I think I know just the one. Research branch wants us to recover samples from the site. Says the team had been sending notes about strange, otherworldy properties contained within the local claylayer and flora. I take it you can provide the muscle?” ”Yeah, leave it to me.” Piere put down the phone. He took out a cigar and lit it, savoring the taste. He sat back and wondered idly if this was the turning point D.A.P.P.E.R needed. 12:22 local time, 10th of December, 1966. Lappland Finland. The air was freezing with the winter cold of December. Snow lay as a blanket across the Finnish capital city. Home of the Finns, who had stood tall in the face of a Soviet invasion. The snow crunched under the wheels of the ”Toad”, A heavily modified Wolkswagen van. They were rather normal looking from the side, other then being black and a bit heavier set when in motion. But inside it sat a group of less then normal indiviudals. Operatives off D.A.P.P.E.R, they were here with a mission. The Hunters, to locate the wolves. The Exterminators to provide backup. The Researchers to find out more about the local site and look for things of importance. The Retrieval agent to bring back home a class 1 artifact. The Car came to a halt outside a gather of hut and tentlike buildings. This was a Sami villages. By some considered the real natives of the north. With ties to the finnish myths themselves. IT was also the place where only agent to make it out of camp alive, had went. The men and women wore warm, colorful clothing. They eyed the arrival with some interest. Some with outright fear. A old man and a young, tall fellow welcomed the group as the cardoors swung open. The young man seemed to speak on his behalf. ”Elder Jokki welcomes you all to his small village. We have your comrade in a telt at the back of the camp. Jokki is sorry we failed to save him.” --- Casefile Operation Swansong Case File and Orders; ”Using the Sami Village as staging point, try and find out where the wolves came from, and if they are infact only that. This area isn't withing any known werewolf packs territory, but one never knows. It is incredibly important that the artifact is located, identified and retrieved safely. Diplomatic Liason will be important for getting out of the country. There is a undercover Russian presence, and the President wishes to keep on the Soviets good side.” Your loadout priviliges are after rank only. Good Luck Operative.