Deception is a right. Truth is a privilege. Innocence is a luxury. Born of the U.S. government’s 1928 raid on the degenerate coastal town of Innsmouth, Massachusetts, the covert agency known as Delta Green spent four decades opposing the forces of darkness with honor, but without glory. Stripped of sanction after a disastrous 1969 operation in Cambodia, Delta Green’s leaders made a secret pact: to continue their work without authority, without support, and without fear. Delta Green agents slip through the system, manipulating the federal bureaucracy while pushing the darkness back for another day — but often at a shattering personal cost.

Operational Intelligence

The Delta Green Toolkit, version 1.1

By Gil Trevizo, (c) 2001 The following is a list of items that a Delta Green agent might find useful during a Night at the Opera. The list does not include weapons or explosives, though some of these items can be used as such. The list has been created based on posts from the Delta Gr
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Final Report

By John Tynes, (c) 1994 Received: from anonx.ywy.ub by anonx.com with SMTP id AA- (5.65C/IDA-1.4.4 for <distrib@anonx.com>); 25 february 1994 21:59:32 -0700 Message id: <19940225–.AA–@anonx.com> Received: from anonx.ywy.ub by anonx.ywy.ub (IBM VM SMTP V2A2) wit
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By Michael Beck, (c) 1999 Megan Lathuse looked down at the baby and felt envy stab through her. He’ll know so much more, she thought. He’ll die thirty years after I will, and as he grows up he’ll read about my time in history books. He’ll live in a world I can&
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The Tumla

By Thomas Asbury & Alex Peery, (c) 1999 Dear Jonathon, Since you are reading this, you can be fairly certain that I am dead, or worse than dead. If events have proceeded as I planned (I suspect that they have, since they depend solely upon that most ubiquitous of human qualities:
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The Forever Man

By Jonathan Turner, (c) 1999 THE elevator door opened and Rydell stepped out, wrinkling his nose at the familiar hospital scent of antiseptic. He flashed his badge at the cop seated behind the desk at the entrance to the intensive care unit and walked past briskly, pushing through two
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Imagery Intelligence