Receive a GAM (Guardian Angel Mission)

Once you've found a parking spot and passed through the security checkpoint you're in the DSD headquarters lobby. When you reach your desk a couple floors up and start your computer you sigh. It's probably going to be another tedious day as your finish your report from a previous mundane mission. You're in the middle of it when a "1" flashes next to your inbox envelope icon. You raise an eyebrow. "Urgent Assignment" reads the subject line, sent straight from the Director himself. The message is only one sentence long telling you to be in his briefing room within 15 minutes.

You gather your proper materials and make your way to the tenth floor in under 7 minutes. As you take your seat at a middle table under mild lighting, a few technical support agents are on their feet chatting away. After a few minutes they look at the clock and make their exit. Only you and a single junior technical support agent are left. He's too preoccupied with his laptop near the podium at the front to greet you.

"Hey Jay, what's going on?" you say.

"You'll see," Jay Reno states casually. "Director will show up any moment now."

As if on cue the Director walks in briskly folder in hand, his face devoid of any expression. He motions to Reno, who nods. A ceiling projector shoots out a powerpoint presentation onto one of three whiteboards.

Director Marlowe sets down his notes on the podium and clears his throat. "Agent Adams, thank you very much for showing up on such short notice. We have been quite busy these past few weeks as multiple major operations are underway as we speak. Jay, take it away."

"Yes sir," Jay adjusts his glasses and clicks his remote. "Agent Adams, you have been selected to be the sole participant of a low-key guardian angel mission. Can you identify the two women on this slide?"

A blonde mother and her daughter are photographed sitting outside a cafe, laughing together over a cup of tea. The former is clad in an elegant business dress that accentuates her curves quite splendidly. The latter in short shorts looks like she's in her late teens. Both of these women rival each other well on the beauty front.

"Uh, Tara Smythe. Her daughter is Sara if I'm right."

"Very good Adams. Tara Smythe, age 40 and divorced. COO of Medivy, one of the most renowned pharm tech companies ever. Her daughter, Sara Smythe is 18 and a bright high school senior attending Fairview High. Now we have reason to believe that Tara, and possibly Sara are both in danger."

The director chimes in. "So as everyone knows, recently the CEO of Medivy has been put into a coma following an incident after a private meeting. Mark Anders and CEO Jonathan Dryer of Lilapharmatech were chatting it up, things went sour, and finally the whole Medivy being bought out deal was scrapped."

You glance over at the board again to see a new slide. A headline on a newspaper boldly announces what had befallen Anders. An unknown number of assailants got ahold of him somehow, beat him senseless, and dumped his body at a park at 3am. A note taped onto his back has a disturbing message scrawled. "SMYTHE IS FUCKED NEXT" it reads.

"Following this event, the COO was put in charge. 2 days later Ms. Smythe received a voicemail from an untraceable source that demanded a new meeting between her and Dryer. She is to agree to sell off the company there, or end up being 'strained and fucked'. It might be literal or stand for something else."

The slide transitions to the next. A recent picture of the Smythes' vast estate appears.

"Liliapharmatech is obviously up to no good and so we're currently investigating it secretly;" the Director claps his hands together. "I want this to be a successful op... so Adams your mission is to personally protect these two as you reside with them in their estate. You will shadow them as they go about their daily lives. They have been informed of your coming arrival which is a day from now. Pack what you need, read the mission report file I will upload after this meeting, and be prepared. Tara has been informed to not give into the demand. The two women are now under the DSD's protection until further notice."

"Sir what is the length of this op?"

"Unknown. Until the other team investigating Liliapharmatech figures out what the hell is going on I can't give an accurate estimate. Any other questions?"

"No sir."

"Good luck. Dismissed."