Just out the back, let them fight the roos, drop bears and suger gliders to get to me. I might not even hide just be like, if you get this far in Il come willingly
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I'd make a quick walk to the corner store. If I'm finally gonna die, I'm gonna have one last drink first.
"I'm going to hide behind the settee, yeti spaghetti!"
Nice try, CIA
In the woods behind my house. Thick enough to give pause to most
Honestly I'd probably just freak the fuck out, and they'd just find me panicking in my living room.
Grab my always packed camping pack and rifle case + ammunition, get in car, drive to airport, call 911 on the way and inform them that armed individuals are breaking into my house providing the address and hang up immediately, park car at airport parking lot and pay with card, take taxi back into city with cash, get bus ticket with cash which takes me out to the woods/mountains, camp there until I can't.
It would also be wise to immediately book a one way ticket to anywhere on the way to the airport and then not use it.
Even if they have access to my payment details, the last things they would see are parking for the airport and buying a plane ticket.
They would need access to the airports CCTV to determine that I did not actually board the flight.
If they had access to this, and were able to get access to the city CCTV as well, the best they could possibly determine after many hours or days is that I was last seen taking a bus west.
It might be better not to buy a ticket at all. Finding out that you didn't board a plane gives them more information about your whereabouts than not being able to determine if you got on a plane with fake ID under a different name.
Buy two tickets for the same plane. One with your credentials and one with a fake name.
Have them think you didnβt go to that place, but actually go there.
Valid point, good thinking.
They would need access to the airports CCTV to determine that I did not actually board the flight.
Hmmm, no they can just ask the airline. They keep track of who boarded and that information is not protected or privileged at all
I'd give you kudos for the creativity, this would make a great scene in a Jack Reacher episode as long as the plot moves on so the audience doesn't have to time to linger on it
I would agree if it were domestic agents, but if airlines will comply if a foreign agent just asks for it, then that is somewhat concerning since its a multinational corporation freely handing over information on private individuals to authorities that don't have local jurisdiction without so much as a warrant.
Like unless the foreign agents are working in cooperation with the local government, I don't think for example, an agent of CSIS could walk into an airport in Tokyo and just ask them where Marcus D. Walton flew to or to see their security tapes and expect to get an answer from Japan Airlines without a shit load of red tape.
More likely, that would get them arrested and questioned as to why they're conducting an illegal investigation of a private individual on foreign soil and probably be seen as an international incident creating a lot of friction between the two nations.
I expect you probably missed that the question denotes foreign agents so no worries.
But then why buy the ticket at all? How are foreign agents going to get your credit card purchase? Just leaving the car in the airport should be enough
I expect you probably missed that the question denotes foreign agents so no worries.
You are right on that, I read "agents" and missed the foreign part
But then why buy the ticket at all? How are foreign agents going to get your credit card purchase? Just leaving the car in the airport should be enough
This is an excellent point and someone else also pointed out that it wouldn't be necessary.
Hmmmm, no that will still take hours or days and he'll be long gone. The boarding log or the cctv doesn't make a difference
Can I trust my friends, my work, my family? And these agents can't be everywhere at once? Then I put on running gear, sunglasses, hair in a ponytail, jog like I'm just white lady exercising, to the house of my family member and ask for help, get a car borrowed from their neighbor and get on the train north to where I have more family, hoping I can stay one step ahead until I figure out what the heck is going on and handle it somehow.
I wouldn't hide I'd ambush them and call every police force etc I could think of.
I don't think anything else is really a sensible option except trying to cover as much distance in 5 min as possible and again calling every one who could potentially help.
If I had one, inside the septic tank with a snorkel.
Just as a cautionary warning, but the gases in there could kill you
Now you've ruined their weekend plans
Also I'm just giggling at the kind advice you've given just in case anyone was considering snorkeling in a vat of human excrement.
Jackass did it, and they gave the usual "don't try this" disclaimer as well
And if they don't, you'll wish they had.
Nice try, agent
Phoenix. Enigma. Catalyst. Obsidian. Echo.
Mirage. Cipher. Vortex. Paradox. Tempest
Minutes 1-2: Grab a hoodie, my most comfortable walking shoes, my passports, and any extra cash. Turn on my shower, grab my cordless trimmer, set my phone on the sink, lock the bathroom door behind me. Lock the doors, leave through the garage. Grab my small adjustable wrench on the way out.
Minutes 3-5: my neighborhood lies along a set of railroad tracks that are heavily obscured by brush. Start walking. By the time they arrive at my house, I'm a good ways down the tracks and leaving my neighborhood.
Minutes 6-10: the agents have entered and found that I'm not in the shower. I'm further down the tracks and out of my neighborhood.
Minutes 11-30: I make my way to a friend's house, mainly following the tracks. When I get there, tell them I have an emergency and can I borrow their car. The agents are searching.
Minutes 31-60: I start driving. I stop in a parking lot at a factory near my office. I look for a car that was backed into its spot and use my wrench to steal the license plate--shift change was two hours ago, so I have 6 hours before they notice. I put the other plate on my vehicle. The agents are interrogating my friend, but the border is only 1.5 hours away. I have family there.
Minutes 61-150: As I drive, I use my cordless trimmer to shave my hair and beard. About half way, I stop at a Walmart and pick up a burner phone. I dial my family as I drive. We make a plan.
Minutes 151-180: I park at Sam's Club. My parents are already on their way back to the car with some groceries. I meet them at their car and get in the back seat. As we pull away, I crouch down and climb into the trunk. We head for the border.
Minutes 181-200: we arrive at customs, but my parents have a fast pass. They cross the border casually all the time. They don't check the trunk. We're waved through.
Minutes 200-525600: I contact my home country's law enforcement. They put me in the witness protection program. I have a new identity and life. The agents search in vain.
Minutes 525601-20000000: I'm content in my new life. I work, I pursue simple hobbies, I avoid social media. Eventually age catches up with me and I decide to move into an assisted living facility. My mind isn't as sharp as it once was. One of the workers in the cafeteria asks my name, and I give a name I haven't heard in 40 years. The cafeteria worker raises their serving spoon. It's not a spoon, it's a gun. They're the agent.
Where do you stash the chandelier?
Excellent. Loved it
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Big Dwight vibes at the end. Congrats for a fixating story !
This was really well thought out.
Very specificβ¦.. sus
Pick a direction completely at random, move into it, don't stop or give away my location until it's resolved. They can ransack the surrounding area pretty good, but they're specifically foreign so they're also being hunted as they're hunting me, and even domestic agents have been known to lose somebody on the run.
Under the bed
Thereβs a small panel in the ceiling of a small closet in an upstairs bedroom. Open and squeeze through it and Iβm in the attic space. Need to use my cell phone flashlight because itβs pitch black up here.
Walk across the joists to the far end and carefully lift away the insulation between the joists.
Use my phone and order a bunch of shit from a bunch of apps to be delivered to my house. Turn off the phone in case the agents can track me with it. Carefully lay on the drywall, distributing my weight across as much of the panel as possible to reduce the risk of breaking through into the room below. Cover myself with the insulation I pulled away earlier.
Now these foreign agents are going to have to find that ceiling panel, climb up in there, search under insulation to find me, wrestle me through that tiny access hole and whisk me away. All the while there are Uber drivers and pizza delivery guys showing up. And thatβs all suspicious as fuck, so someoneβs going to call the cops before long. If these are foreign agents, they probably donβt want to deal with law enforcement.
So I figure I need to hide under that insulation for maybe twenty minutes before shit starts getting crazy.
I was with you up until you decided to hide under the insulation. Seriously? I start scratching just looking at the stuff!
If it's fiberglass, he's done for. If it's cork, he'll be fine
I would get one of those cheap masks. The one with glasses, plastic nose, and the fake mustache.
No one is going to find me.
Probably wherever there are domestic agents.
I'm not actually sure I'd trust the local police to not get outwitted. Spies are very good at forging things and impersonating people, and they have no reason to believe I'm an actual target and not just a crazy person.
Iβd hide about a five minutesβ run from my home
If the enemy knows where you are, don't be there
I wish we could just go nowhere!
My house is built on an old vertical mineshaft. I'd take the secret elevator to the bunker 300 feet below ground where my command center is. Then I'd take control of the gun emplacements hidden in the trees and the fleet of AI enhanced drones. When the agents are eliminated, the robotic dogs will drag the bodies to the incinerator shaft.
Or maybe not. You didn't think I'd really tell you what awaits you Agent CraigOhMyEggo, did you?
Nah, they'll find me eventually. Just put on really weird porn and start jacking it to make the agents as uncomfortable as possible... then you use your secret Kung Fu moves - "Snake spits poison from hidden trousers" and "Petroleum Jill-y to the face"
Lamp shade, sheets, done.
No where in my house, that's for sure... They're obviously going to tear the place apart and it's the most obvious place to look for someone so unless I have some sort of secret hidden space I don't know about, it's a no go
Even if there's a secret hideaway in my house, those agents are gunna station people here to wait and see if I show up, so I wouldn't be able to leave easily either.. I'd be trapped
No thanks, I'd rather leave and disappear...
Nice try, foreign agent.
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