Entering a new Atomic A(n)ge

It wasn’t an ordinary mission this time. It was Bastille Day and I had to Infiltrate the Doullens Air Detachment base alone. The government has it listed as a defunct air force base, but we have reason to believe it is an energy storage and research facility specializing in pinpoint atomic control based on the Vanishing technology. This mission was more than just hijacking energy storage though, I had to locate and bring back whatever device they were implanting this technology on and bring it back to a Level 37 Elder in Normandy. Apparently once you’re Revered, the “merde” missions are a thing of the past.
 
I really have no trouble finding a way in – All these bases seem to have lax security, or I’m just that good. I set about retrieving the data and the device turned out to be about the size of a small dinner plate. “Un peu petit.” It’s small so I begin disconnecting it to get it into the container the broker gave me while the data was being downloaded to my portable device. “C’est tres bonne.” I’ve taken care of the alarm systems, kept the computerized security in a loop, and this is going easy. Something seems a bit off, now that I think about it, I can’t shake the feeling that this has been almost too easy. “C'est pas croyable”, I’m just really good at this after all these missions. I made a quick decision to spend some more time hacking deeper into the system to look through any of the protected files of the systems there. There were files called "Operation: Angel” which detailed the use of this technology as a weapon harnessable using the energy of the human body, and human trials had been underway.
 
Let me dig just a little deeper, ah, protected files containing test subject information with dozens of names of people who were subjected to this experiment against their will. “Quel malheur!” It reads like it’s not going well and maybe hundreds have been subjected to the tests and had been experimented on. “Putain de merde!” Most all were mutilated, paralyzed, or outright killed in the process. I think I recognize several of the names. Hold on. Those names are devotees of Level 37. I need to keep going and dig deeper to access the most protected areas of the system. What do we have here? Notes about how the project was to be run, all signed “In F, S, & P”. F,S,&P is how we sign all our Level 37 messages, and it’s typically followed by the name of the person writing it. But there’s no names on these messages. Is this project being run and organized by Level 37? It was supposed to be an IERA base. “Oh merde!” Why the hell is my name on this list?
 
None of this makes any sense. I need time to understand it all. I’m just going to download all the additional data to my portable for later. I’m not spending a second in here longer than I need to. I find my way out of the base and quickly get to my escape route and am halfway down a ladder to the underground when the containment device does something strange, all on its own. In a moment I’m engulfed in a blinding yellow light before falling the rest of the way down the ladder, feeling my body break on the concrete below and losing consciousness.
 
I awaken, I don’t know how much time has passed. My clothes are in tatters, the containment device is a slag of metal, and my body… I remember cracking my head, my shoulder and my ribs on the concrete, but I don’t feel any pain, and there’s no sign of injury. “c'est très étrange.” I’ll worry about that later, I’ve lost my information, the device, and someone may have just tried to experiment on me without my permission. Whoever did that doesn’t know who they’re messing with – they’re … there’s no good English translation… “Il est bête comme ses pieds”. I will figure this out, I will find them, and there will be hell to pay.