Post by Wave Trekker on Mar 23, 2010 0:57:38 GMT -5
...about the people involved with the operations of these stations, you know? It's a very bizarre world.
There are a few interviews with certain people of interest in regards to these stations online--I'm going to check out some of them in the future and then post about the write-ups later--but unless they're really revealing, in-depth interviews, we may never know what these people are like.
I would think it takes a certain mentality of a person to be able to carry out whatever the orders are that they're given and keep quiet and all...makes me wonder if they fit a certain profile, like with serial killers and all. It's not exactly something you could broadcast around, you know!
Scene: a near-empty bar. A person of a certain *stature* staggers over to one of the few patrons left in the joint...
Staggering guy (slurring words): You know (hic!), I'm a spy. I receive codes from numbers radio stations to carry out orders as I spy on your country.
Guy sitting at table: Say what? Cool! What are 'numbers stati'--urk!
(The sound of a bullet being fired from a silencer is heard, which the guy slumps over dead at his table. The shot comes from a guy in a suit and tie and wearing sunglasses, looking a bit like Agent Smith from The Matrix movies.)
Gunman (picking up drunken agent and throwing him over his shoulder): Ok Number 32, that's enough...
Agent 32: Opths (supposed to be 'oops', but when you're drunk and slurring stuff)...
Gunman (giving barkeep a couple of thousand dollars): You didn't see anything.
There are a few interviews with certain people of interest in regards to these stations online--I'm going to check out some of them in the future and then post about the write-ups later--but unless they're really revealing, in-depth interviews, we may never know what these people are like.
I would think it takes a certain mentality of a person to be able to carry out whatever the orders are that they're given and keep quiet and all...makes me wonder if they fit a certain profile, like with serial killers and all. It's not exactly something you could broadcast around, you know!
Scene: a near-empty bar. A person of a certain *stature* staggers over to one of the few patrons left in the joint...
Staggering guy (slurring words): You know (hic!), I'm a spy. I receive codes from numbers radio stations to carry out orders as I spy on your country.
Guy sitting at table: Say what? Cool! What are 'numbers stati'--urk!
(The sound of a bullet being fired from a silencer is heard, which the guy slumps over dead at his table. The shot comes from a guy in a suit and tie and wearing sunglasses, looking a bit like Agent Smith from The Matrix movies.)
Gunman (picking up drunken agent and throwing him over his shoulder): Ok Number 32, that's enough...
Agent 32: Opths (supposed to be 'oops', but when you're drunk and slurring stuff)...
Gunman (giving barkeep a couple of thousand dollars): You didn't see anything.