Operation: Far Voices

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It was a pleasant enough Saturday for the time of year. For once, Jonathan Javian was not in a business suit or wearing tactical combat gear. Instead, he was only wearing semi-formal wear. Just simple black slacks, with a black button down dress shirt. He wasn't even wearing a tie. He didn't have a full compliment of security contractors with him, and he wasn't hunting down an irregular threat, either. Today was just one of those rare days that Javian took to enjoy himself. He was just enjoying a mid day drive, and not in a boring and bland town car either. He was driving a classic, silver 1964 Aston Martin DB5 that he had personally refurbished himself.

It was then that a strange static started coming over the car's speakers. Shrill electronic whines and discordant buzzes popped from the speakers, interrupting an urgent voice that seemed to be speaking in a language that The Lost could not recognize. This was particularly alarming, because with Javian's super intelligence, he had studied all languages known to man, and even a few that had long been considered dead. Even if he could not understand it, he should have been able to name it and where its spoken. At first, he thought it was the fact that the transmission was too garbled to make out, but even as he continued to listen to the message he still could not make heads or tails of it. This was completely different from everything he had studied. It was bizarre and alien to his ears. As if it were from another world entirely.

The message was being spoken in a demonic tongue: