#expionage

[wrenwrights]

König Meets Iris

Since I finally started drafting Self-Indulgence, I thought it would be fun to introduce my OC through the eyes of König.

Tw: for mild violence.

König watched her as she followed Stiletto through the mess hall. It wasn't like he couldn't. Most of the eyes in the room had immediately tracked to her tiny stature and curvy figure. She wasn't wearing a personel uniform or the tight pencil skirts and blouses that many of the assistants and receptionists around the base could be seen wearing; but the standard, unflattering KorTac Operator uniform. She was an operator, a soldier, ein kleiner Hase. A little rabbit who had wandered into a den of foxes.

"Whatcha lookin' at buddy?" Horangi was leaning into König's space, tracking his shielded gaze right to her. "See something you like?" Horangi's voice pitched low, dangerously filthy. Yes, König wanted to answer as she and Stiletto giggled about something across the room. "Why don't you go talk to her," at that König's mouth went dry and his stomach twisted.

"No," König growled firmly, shooting down Horangi's suggestion who simply took it with a shrug and a Your loss. She began to leave the mess hall, following Stiletto diligently. Her long hair, strands of sunshine and gold swayed with each step she took. She was smiling, at Stiletto, her eyes were blue and bright, like the sky of his homeland. Oh, König was entranced, completely enraptured with her at first sight. His face felt hot and flushed, and his heart began to feel this aching feeling, light and fluttery. She had charmed him, and for that König wanted revenge.

***

Stepping up to his door, shoulders aching and a bath towel wrapped low on his waist. Someone had used up all of the hot water in the showers, and when König found that person there was going to be hell to pay. First though, sleep. It had been too much of a hard, long day to bother hunting down stupid recruits.

When König opened his door he froze- there she was, standing in his room, files tucked in her arms. König's mission files. Her big blue eyes, eyes that made König feel hot whenever they landed on him, were wide and terrified. She looked so small, cornered; just a little rabbit who only has the misfortune of seeing the fox before death. With an irritated huff König entered his room, letting the door shut ominously behind him as he stepped up to the tiny woman.

He studied her, she was only wearing a large t-shirt and a pair of impossibly small pajama shorts, and König's eyes roamed over the exposed skin of her thighs. She was obviously stealing his files, but the why was what had König stumped. There was no point in trying to steal contracts from other members, not when they were signed and sealed. The only other option, much to König's growing anger, was espionage. She was a spy. Not only was she a spy, but she was going through König's files, going through confidential information through his access point. This was an offense that put König's whole career in jeopardy.

Without another thought König snatched her little, delicate neck in his big hands and lifted her all too easily- slamming her tiny frame against the wall with a sickening thud! and pinning her there. Those pretty blue eyes of hers that König loved so much swam in her skull, unable to focus as the files in her hands fluttered to the ground. Her hand braced against König's wrist, tiny fingers barely able to wrap around the massive circumference. It didn't take long for her feet to begin kicking out, curses and insults falling from her mouth like a pissed mantra. König only laughed, it was an amusing sight to see. The kleiner Hase was finally caught in his trap. König's other hand caught her ankle, enveloping it in an iron-clad grip. He used the leverage to wrench her thighs apart and slot himself between her soft thighs.

"Your a spy," König hissed as he leaned in close, the tip of his nose brushing aginst hers.

"And you're a fucking brute," she spat. Her voice even laced with defiance, rage, and pain, was beautiful.

[bigtickhk]

Agent Running in the Field by John le Carré

US: https://amzn.to/2PRLDkE

UK: https://amzn.to/2LB6nrt

[udhcmh]

Pulp Saturday goes back to the Sleazy Seventies with The Man from Charisma (1970) by Ted Mark, author of smut James Bond-spoof The Man from O.R.G.Y.

A handsome spy beds every woman he meets (in detail) and incidentally travels the globe and engages in espionage and derring-do.

Other works in Ted Mark’s 15-book O.R.G.Y. series include Room at the Topless, Dial 'O' for O.R.G.Y., Dr. Nyet," and Back Home at the O.R.G.Y.

In case you wondered, O.R.G.Y. stands for Organization for the Rational Guidance of Youth. The spy-hero's cover group.

[franeridart]

More fusions for the various people asking in my inbox - an anon asking after Aoyama, another after Kacchako, a couple for Aizawa fusions, someone asking after various Iida fusions AND ochatodo, that one was unexpected and fun~

[candycyndy]

ISSUES AND CHALLENGES EMERGING IN NETWORK SECURITY

Over the last decade there has been a paradigm shift in the information technology space where Tele density and internet penetration has been able to bridge the digital device. These changes have also led to ubiquitous computing and IOT (internet of Things). Network and information security is said to be protection of network resources or enterprise-wide resources from unauthorized access. Resources on the other hand could be in form of data and information. Unauthorized access could result in loss of data, malicious damage and even denial of service (DoS).

Attacks on network security comes in form of a passive attack which is carried out to compromise a network system using observed data. Some attributes of passive attack are eavesdropping which is otherwise known as Man-in-the-Middle attack. Passive attack is an attack that requires the unauthorized user to block the line of communication or the data pathway either in a single or both directions.

The challenges currently faced are;

i. CORPORATE EXPIONAGE (insider Threat): This is a network issue that is established from within an organization where internal employees or personnel gain unauthorized access to data resulting in an internal data risk plague.

ii. Crime As A Service (CaaS): Crime as a service is the most recent form of network security challenge which is a menace to Eligible Financial Institutions (EFI) such as Banks most especially. The CaaS software is developed by expert cybercrime syndicates to steal critical data of large/small scale organizations and hold it to ransom.

iii. Internet of Things (IoT) Breaches: The preponderant number of smart devices accessible to network resources has made information less private. Since these devices require data that is looped over a network to function properly, this same data at any point during looping could be accessed by an unauthorized person or unauthenticated user.

iv. Denial of Service (DoS): Denial of service attack happens when malicious cyber actors flood the enterprise network with traffic hence preventing an authorized user from accessing resources or information on a network through a device or computer system.

[thrashingsea-blog]

☹

jacob phelps / tom keen of the blacklist, @expionage / @expionagearchive​ ; an old introductory drabble i did for him. 

            his greatest skill had become running.                                                     ADAPTING.                                                                        BECOMING.              the skin that coated bone & muscle? he wondered some days if it was his own or if he was some entity living outside himself, watching as he fell into another life. another lie. fingers rocked in a wave to curl into his palm – was their callous state his doing or some other someone he’d become? it was hard to know what was real about himself & what was some new convincing lie he’d molded himself into.              yet, no matter what he saw in his reflection now? only one image fluttered to the surface, a ghost he could never be. the one thing, the one person he’d ever been, that felt REAL. that felt right.              but jacob phelps, or whoever he truly was, would NEVER be tom keen.              it was just as much an illusion to him as it had been to elizabeth, he’d convinced himself that he was exactly that: a bookish teacher with a gentle smile & a heart to match. but… a sigh raked through his lungs like smoke as he cast his gaze aside from the mirror; the mirror that held the image of a man who had no idea who he was.              one thing did come to mind as much as he tried to press it into the depths: nebraska.

future or past muses samples.  —  accepting.

[the-firebird69]

I want this crew and heir clans brought up on expionage charges vs the usa and us.  nad I want that doen and issued now and all their accomplices, let us try the book and see what pops up tey say kill us and stuff I say yes of couse same method but your ring must fall

 I agree let us do that and be quick about it

Thor

[warburdened]

@expionage / starter call

       ❛ how do I know I can trust you? ❜

[heartfrosted-archive]

@expionage replied to your post

i feel this spiritually

i’m watching unreal and she’s just so cute, i need it

[badrituals-blog1]

@expionage / starter call. 

       ‘ Hey-- buddy, you need a hand with that? Looks heavy. Here, let me help you ’fore you hurt yourself or somethin’-- ’

[lcgique-blog]

HE SWUNG THE fireplace poker around, testing it’s weight. practiced movements, elegant swings & sharp footwork. a smile, razor-thin & testing, crossed his features.

             ❛     ━━━ this used to be a pretzel.      ❜

► @expionage

[thrownsoula]

|| @expionage liked for a starter

   “So when everyone’s precious Avengers want to rough someone up, they’re heroes, but when I get in a fight on my own free time I’m ‘RECKLESS’ and ‘IRRESPONSIBLE’?”   --- It’s not clear whom she’s been arguing with, but from the looks of things   ( arms folded over her chest, eyebrows arched )  she’s still in the and another thing stage.

     “Is this about scarab? Because let me tell you, scarab’s done a hell of a lot more to look out for me than anyone in a cape.”

[burdcned]

&. @expionage.

         ❝ why so gloomy? you look like you could use a lollipop. ❞ he’s not one to play dr. phil for the masses, but every now & then, a soft spot tended to develop. ❝ no, seriously. have a lollipop. ❞ & he’s pulled one from behind his person. don’t ask where he got it from unless you’re prepared for the answer, jake.

[surovoost-blog]

@expionage ✗ starter call.

      ‘ What the fuck are you looking at? You think I’m cute, is that it? Stop fucking staring. ’

[analogintcrface-blog]

ᴍᴀᴘᴘɪɴɢ ᴛʜʀᴇᴀᴛ..                  @expionage

the slurry and hush of new york city in the rain. muted sounds between glossy steel buildings; cabs slipping by on slick tires, cutting wakes through puddles shimmering beneath a tempest sky. she moves in unison with the crowd, yet another drop in the proverbial bucket, the uniformity of her wardrobe lending camouflage to keep her hidden in plain sight ( the same way zebras employ their cacophonous stripe-y herd mentality ). the machine is humming gently in her ear the same way a contented cat will sit and press its purring throat against the smooth side of your wrist. presence, warm and comforting. 

          ᴛʜʀᴇᴀᴛ ᴅᴇᴛᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ.

all at once she’s alert, static coughing in her ear while a casual gaze scans oncoming pedestrians. 

         ɴᴏᴠᴇᴍʙᴇʀ, ᴡʜɪsᴋᴇʏ, x-ʀᴀʏ...          ᴛᴡᴏ ᴏ'ᴄʟᴏᴄᴋ.

a slight shift of weight to her right leg, a graceful about face, and an arm slung through the bent elbow of the man passing by. fingers still any movement in his wrist ( sɪᴇʀʀᴀ, ɪɴᴅɪɢᴏ, ɢᴏʟғ. ᴘ232. -- he’s armed, nice choice ) and she leans in against his upper arm, falling effortlessly into stride, her posed question all but a coo:

                        ‘ --- well, aren’t YOU interesting?