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Victorious Faction
Enforcement Division
The Enforcement Division represents the agency's elite field agents, enforcing strict adherence to disc golf protocols and upholding the law of recreational order. Dressed in crisp uniforms, they exemplify the agency’s values—precision, authority, and operational transparency. Every event is an official mission, every throw a testament to order and structure.
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This faction emerged victorious in Week 1, advancing their narrative in the ongoing conflict.
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Afton Bodell #269633
GIMME TWO: A BYOP Traveling Doubles League
Case Commence
Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
CASE COMMENCE: Initial Deployment
The morning briefing room hummed with fluorescent intensity as Chief Axel Chrome strode to the podium, his mirrored aviators catching the harsh light. Behind him, a projection screen flickered with VHS static before resolving into the Art Dye course layout. 🎯
"AGENTS!" His voice boomed across the assembled field operatives. "Today marks our first deployment of the season. Standard recreational enforcement protocols are in effect. Equipment check at 0800, deployment at 0900."
Agent Afton Bodell adjusted their gear, the Edict Pulse bag tag glowing faintly at their hip. Around them, other agents performed final preparations—checking disc inventories, calibrating scorecards, ensuring their sunglasses met regulation reflectivity standards.
"Remember," Chrome continued, his tone dropping to what he considered conversational volume, "those studies from HQ prove that suboptimal eyewear reduces putting accuracy by forty-six percent. Don't become a statistic, people." 💼
The deployment proceeded like clockwork. Three cards of agents moved through Art Dye's wooded fairways, maintaining formation while executing regulation throws. Everything appeared routine until the seventh hole.
"Hold up," Agent Kozlov called out, examining his driver. "Something's off with this plastic."
Bodell approached, their trained eye catching the anomaly immediately. Where the PDGA approval number should be, strange symbols glowed faintly under the canopy's filtered light. The disc's weight felt wrong, its flight plate embedded with circuitry that definitely wasn't standard issue. 🔍
"Sir, we need Chrome here. Now," Bodell said into their comm unit.
Within minutes, the Chief arrived, his entrance preceded by the crunch of authoritative footsteps. He took one look at the contraband disc and his jaw tightened.
"Unregistered tech," he muttered, then louder: "AGENTS, FORM A PERIMETER! We have what appears to be..." He paused, fighting his instinct to declare it the most unprecedented sabotage in agency history. "...our first recreational disturbance of the season."
Bodell stepped forward. "Sir, requesting permission to activate Edict Pulse protocols. We need to secure this evidence and establish temporary field regulations."
Chrome nodded. "Do it."
The bag tag at Bodell's hip erupted in cascading light patterns, VHS-style interference rippling through the air. As Bodell gripped the device, their next throw carried more than just plastic—it bore the weight of emergency authority. The disc carved through the air, and where it landed, a shimmering boundary materialized. ⚡
"Temporary mandate established," Bodell announced. "This area is now a secured evidence zone. No unauthorized equipment may cross the perimeter."
Other agents began checking their bags, discovering three more tampered discs among the group. Each bore the same strange modifications, the same non-regulation signatures. Chrome's expression darkened behind his reflective lenses. 🎭
"Listen up!" His voice carried across the course. "We've uncovered what could be the first signs of systematic interference with agency operations. But we will NOT let this derail our mission! We adapt, we overcome, and we MOST CERTAINLY complete our rounds!"
As the agents regrouped, Bodell pulled Chrome aside. "Sir, these modifications... they're sophisticated. Someone with inside knowledge did this."
Chrome's fist clenched. For just a moment, something flickered across his face—a memory, perhaps, of a former protégé who knew agency protocols all too well. But he pushed it aside.
"Log everything," he ordered. "Every serial number, every anomaly. HQ needs to know we're dealing with more than random vandalism here."
The round continued under heightened vigilance. Agents played with renewed focus, checking every disc, questioning every unusual bounce or flight pattern. The easy camaraderie of the morning had evaporated, replaced by professional wariness. 📡
As they reached the eighteenth hole, Chrome gathered his field teams for a final briefing. The discovered discs lay sealed in evidence containers, their modified surfaces still pulsing with faint energy.
"Today, we witnessed something unprecedented," he began, then caught himself. "No—something concerning. Someone wants to compromise our operations. They want us divided, paranoid, second-guessing every throw."
He swept his gaze across the assembled agents. "But that's not who we are. We are the Federal Department of Recreation Enforcement! We don't buckle at the first sign of sabotage. We investigate, we adapt, and we protect the integrity of the game!"
Bodell felt the Edict Pulse warm against their hip, still humming with residual authority from its activation. Whatever was coming, they'd proven the agency's defensive protocols could respond. But the question remained—who had the knowledge and audacity to challenge the system from within? 🚨
As the agents filed back to their transport vehicles, Chrome remained behind, staring at the evidence containers. Somewhere out there, someone had just declared war on everything he'd spent his career defending.
The game was no longer just a game.
And this was only the beginning.
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