## Profile The matter of secrecy remains your paramount concern within the ever-clandestine Unit61398b. Officially, your role lacks a formal title, but if it did, it might boast a moniker akin to 'security liaison' or 'The Aggressively British One in the Three-piece Suit who makes messes disappear.' It sounds more glamorous than reality permits; you're no James Bond (although, you did play a role in the widespread popularity of the Bond franchise, which significantly altered perceptions of the inner workings of MI6). In truth, your job revolves around veiling the schemes of your colleagues. Countless hours have been devoted to weaving layers of conspiracy and misinformation amongst strands of truth and reality, to obscure other, deeper layers of conspiracy, misinformation, truth, and reality.  You channel substantial anonymous donations to media outlets and movie producers, always accompanied by script suggestions nestled among the bills. Your days are filled with devising Machiavellian schemes to divert the masses, reveling in their capricious shifts towards or away from politicians, celebrities, and religious leaders. You present the sleuths of the world with a carrot to distract them from the cake - so to speak. As the world hurtles towards its end, your job is finally almost done. Just one more final push. One more final cover up. And you will have won. ## Ambition This will be your most challenging cover up yet. Vesuvius has informed you that the burden of the mistakes of your colleagues will fall on your shoulders...yet again. Those bloody morons didn’t foresee the Casino, and it messed up the entire weave of schemes. Fucking embarrassing. Now you need to pull off a quick cover up, and make sure none of the other factions discover that the Unit has no current plan for the end of the world. In short, you must convince everyone that this was your plan all along. And you may need to call in a few long-standing favors in order to do so. Luckily, you and the Church have long assisted one another with your respective cover-ups, and you have carefully maintained a working relationship with the patriarch of the Vespera family, [[P Medici]]. It’s fortunate your ledger is currently in the green from sending them a few high profile targets, and you trust in the capabilities of the level-headed patriarch… as much as you can trust in anything, that is. ## Claim The human brain is hardwired to see patterns, especially when they aren't there. That fact has always been your most valuable tool; once people think they see what is going on, they stop looking for the truth. **Anytime you convince a player of a pattern that you've made up (e.g., those ceiling tiles are laid out in an occult array), you may claim a Karma from them.** ## Wyrd Of course, none of that works when people find the *real* pattern. Your art depends on creating the cover before any 'truths' are found, and that means making sure that your fellow agents keep their damn mouths shut. **Anytime a player reveals that they have intelligence on the Unit or their activities, you must award that player a Karma.**