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OOC: Comments!

IC: President Carter sat serenely at his cluttered desk in the Oval Office in the beautiful White House. Night crept in slowly, but the skies were clear and a full moon shone.

After finishing writing a speech to be used as an address to the nation the next day, President Carter called his beloved aide and spoke, "Rick? I believe it is time for us to leave to meet the foreign diplomat that is meeting with us tonight. Come, we must depart."

Rick Ibringhas entered the room. He replied, "Very well, Mr. President. Get dressed and I shall inform Janet that we are leaving."

Rick left the room and entered his much smaller office and buzzed the secretary, Janet Ruestone, who would greet and sign in any invited visitors to the White House.

"Janet?" Rick said. No reply. "Janet? Janet get your ass back here and respond?" The phone remained silent. "Jan?" Rick repeated once more, now with a slight anxiety in his voice.

"Dammit," he muttered. "Mr. President, I'm going to check out with Jan personally. The phone line must be dead or something. I'll phone you when we're ready."

"Alright," replied the President's voice from a distant room.

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Ibringhas scurried down several staircases rapidly and walked down a small hallway before entering the lobby. Janet lay there, her head face-down. Rick approached with caution and called out, "Janet?" No response. He moved closer until he stood adjacent to her motionless body. He lifted her head by grabbing her red hair. Her skin was ice cold and a pale color. Her neck was gushing with blood. The window several yards away was broken.

Rick swung around and behind him was a man in a dark suit and mask and sunglasses.

"Jesus Christ," Rick stuttered. He immediately reached for his Walkie Talkie. "We've got a breech! We've got a bree.." Two grenades propelled through the windows, interuppting him. The doors crashed down and several more men, bearing "DSRO" tattoos on their right arms entered, carrying silenced SMG's and packs of C4.

"Give up the President or die," the ring leader spoke.

"You'll need to get through me first," replied Rick swiftly. He grabbed for his pistol, but not before dozens of rounds plunged into his chest, splurting red blood into the air. Rick managed to fire one round straight up into the air before falling backwards and crashing into a table.

Rick Inbringhas, the legendary assisstant of President Alex Carter, was dead. And terrorists had breeched the White House.

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The Free Republic of New Genoa

"Finally! I told you they'll bring us inside this place!" One of the terrorists said. "Now... Where were we? ahh yes... If anybody moves, he'll end up like this nice man over there, clear?"

While checking the floor for more security guards, he added "Harry, go up and see if you can find a good spot for the bomb... and tell me if you see the president"

"Yes, sir." he said, and went up.
He didn't notice the two armed men hiding behind a door to his left, pointing their guns at him.
A shot was fired and he fell to the ground.

"Harry! are you alright up there? ...harry?"
No one answered.
"Ho damn! Don't tell me we have a problem... I'm going up."

"But sir, the president..."

"Yes, you right... send Charlie to find him, I'm gonna find Harry."

"Yes, sir."

He went up, and when he noticed Harry's body he shouted and sprayed the hallway with bullets.

"Sir, Charlie says he can't find the president!"

"well tell him to look again! he's gotta be here somewhere..."

After he made sure that no one was alive in that hallway, he took the bomb and put it in a small side office, he set the bomb to go off in 10 minutes.

OOC: Damn, I hate time-zones... it's almost 2AM here!

Two burly men, wearing dark sunglasses burst into the President's office.

"What the fuck is going on?" demanded President Carter.

"Terrorists... here... must get out... bomb," panted one of the men. He tossed Carter a bullet-proof vest.

"Jesus," Carter said as he pulled over the vest. "Let's take the side stairways, they'll be coming. Brutus.."

"I know, Mr. President. I'll stay here and try to fend them off," he interuppted. "Tell my wife and kids that I love them."

"Will do," replied Carter. They moved out of the office on the third floor. The 'secret' stairway that led outside to the side of the White House was at the end of the hallway. Suddenly footsteps tapped. When they had ceased, the two made a run for it, the second bodyguard back-pedaling, holding his Uzi closeby. President Carter grasped his revolver tightly, too. It was going to be hell. The staircase was 22 feet away...

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The Free Republic of New Genoa

After activating the bomb, the leader of the group went down to the lobby, passing Harry's dead body on the way.

A voice from downstairs called "Sir!... Sir!"

"What?!"

"Charlie says he think he knows where the presidents office is, so he gonna check there now, and he said..."

He was interrupted by a burst from a SMG heard from the second floor, and another burst afterwards, much longer.

"what was that? I thought I told everyone to put the silencers ON."

"It comes from the area where Charlie went to check..."

"Ok so come with me... We have 8 minutes left to be here, and I'm not gonna waste time anymore. Shoot to kill."

"Yes, sir."

"Wait a second." he turned back for a moment "NICK! NICK!"

"What, sir?" one of the men in the lobby asked.

"Go outside and keep this place sealed!"

"Right, sir." He went outside.
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On the way up they met charlie, he was bleeding from his chest.
"President... ran... up... th... there. Security guard... armed. Secret... door." he said while pointing his finger to the third floor.

"Shit! Go in there now!! We CAN'T lose him!"

"Right away, sir!"

2 Men ran up to the small door, kicking to open it.

"Hmm... 6 minutes" the leader spoke to himself, walking back to the lobby.

President Carter scampered down the staircases, his bodyguard nearby. Carter took a peak out through the door to the outdoors.

"Someone's out there, Jake," he whispered.

"I'll handle him," replied Bodyguard Jake. Suddenly, two knocks were heard from upstairs. "They're coming! Let's move!" Bodyguard Jake kicked open the door before spraying the proximity of the area with a barrage of bullets. The footsteps from upstairs quickened.

"Go!" hollered Jake. President Carter burst out the door and moved east into the shrubs. He tip-toed slowly, his revolver nearby. Above, the sound of choppers loudened.

"Mr. President! Move ten yards north and we'll be clear to pick you up! Go!" shouted the gunner. Carter nodded and crawled slowly, before preparing for the final rush. Three minutes remained.

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The Free Republic of New Genoa

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Two bullets clicked back at the terrorist from the President's revolver as he limped slightly, the bulletproof vest had proved to be invaluable.

Jake continued to pummel out barrages of bullets from his Uzi, although he was down to his last two clips. His left ear had already been struck and blood streamed down his dust-covered face.

"Die you filthy bastards," let out he. It was his last battlecry. He loaded his last clip and entered the the open fields spraying bullets everywhere to make a distraction. Several bullets would stray here and there at the enemy, although Jake's objective was obtain cover fire for the President. Suddenly he felt a sharp stinging in his throat. He immediately vomitted blood and fell to his knees.

Carter now grasped hold of the roped ladder and climbed up swiftly, as the gunner of the UH-60 Black Hawk fired endless rounds of bullets now at the infiltrators.

One minute remained.

4 out of the 7 group-members were bleeding on the ground, they got hit by Jake's bullets.
The leader lied down on the ground with his hands above his head when he noticed Jake was shot.
He immediately got up and looked all aroung for the president.
"Shit! he's getting away! Shoot the chopper! Shoot..."
He didn't finish the sentence, and another man shot at him and the 3 left group-members, this time it was from the black-hawk.
He got shot in the leg, but he kept moving away from the building.
He told everyone to follow him.
"That's it... I don't think we can do it... this building's gonna become a carpet."
He and the the 3 men ran far away from the building, throwing smoke-grenades all over, hoping they'll get out of the place before someone will see them.

They watched the building, and the leader counted the time to explosion.
"6... 5... 4... 3... 2... 1..."

2 seconds after he reached 0, a powerful deafening explosion rocked New Genoa's capital, and a cloud of smoke and soot went up in the air.
They didn't stay to see the blast, they were already on the other side of the street, getting the black suits and sun-glasses off.

"Oh damn!!! How many men lost?"

"7, sir... 2 of them were in the building when..."

"Damnit!"

They kept walking, afraid, hoping that noone saw them.

They knew no DSRO member will even set his foot on New-Genoaian soil again.

The smoke spread as quickly like a highly contagious virus covering the streets nearby the White House. Traffic had already halted and hundreds of bystanders chattered loudly and many others screamed in terror. They had seen the whole outside battle.

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This NGNN, you're number one news source for anything about New Genoa and the international community. Today, a terrorist attack against the White House has left 38 dead and 11 wounded. Three are in stable condition, while eight are listed in critical condition. President Carter managed to escape the attack, but reports have told us that he received bullet injuries to the leg and arm. We cannot confirm these reports. That's all the news that's been revealed as of now, and we'll talk to you later with new updates. I'm Chuck Barely for NGNN.

Secret RP

In an un-discolsed underground bunker in outside the NG capital...

Brig. Gen. Dewey "Hawk" Roberts rose from his chair as the news cast moved on to the weather, he moved over to the desk. The room was spartan and plain looking. He picked up the sat phone and began to speak.
"Yes sir. I know, was just thinking the same thing sir. They are ready in 5 minutes I promise, I need his location, Yes sir....Roberts out"
Hawk was the commanding officer of the infamous LF RLDs (liberty Fighters, Republican Liberty Dragoons) an leite special forces unit whose skill could transcend most in the universe. Hawk was still in NG due to top-secret security operation durign the peace talks with melkor-unchained, aty the peak of alert 50 RLD teams(10 men each) were in NG, slowly they were taken out until only 9 remained. the 1st*, 5th, 6th, 15th, 18th*,27th*,34th,36th*,37th.
Hawk walked out the only door of the small chamber and into a cramped hallway where he bumped into his XO, Major Colin O'Connor, the sun of the Chancellor. (*these teams have been proven to be more elite then the others)
"sir, all teams have checked in and are convergin on the capital waypoints, when they are in position they will check in again, what are your orders?" The young major asked.
"Get me the 36th, I want to know where President Carter is before he tells us, then get me NG command"
"Yes sir"

"get the 36th on the horn, I want to know Carter's location before we go any further, then get me NG command, and Ill ask them too"

The major did his commanders bidding, the 36th didnt have conrete evidence to the presidents location so Hawk called NG command

"This is Brig. Gen. Roberts, authorization code[insert cool sounding code], request permission of the presidents whereabouts"

In the Diplomatic Center of Roania, floor 17.

Quetzacoalt: "Hmmm, this seems like trouble. Coyotepec, what do you think we should do."
Coyotepec: "I don't know. The charitable thing to do would be to ask to see if New Genoa needs assistance. All in all, the decesion is up to you."
Quetzacoalt: "Alright, I'll tell General Taraztlan to contact them and see if they need help."

Quetzacoalt walks out of the room and goes to the video conference room.

Quetzacoalt: "Taraztlan, have you heard what has happened in New Genoa?"
Taraztlan: "Yes, I have. I was about to call to consult with you. I think we should send assistance--only if they want it."
Quetzacoalt: "Agreed. I'll leave everything up to you, I need to go back. Good luck."

The video feed patch drops. Taraztlan begins to wire a telegram to New Genoa. It reads:

"We are sorry to hear about the terrorists attacks in your contry. We offer our deepest condolances and offer you any help we can possible give. We hope to hear from you soon.

Secratary General Taraztlan, temporary ruler of the Aztec National League."

~~~Transmission to Liberty Fighters~~~
Permission denied. In such situations like these, we cannot afford to reveal such information -- with the possibility of message interception. However, if there is anything specific you need General, I'm sure Vice President Jackson can handle foreign affairs while we wait until things cool down. Jackson is currently on a diplomatic trip to Scandavian States and has been contacted already of the situation. Over.
~~~End Transmission to Liberty Fighters~~~

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~~~Transmission to Aztec National League~~~
Your offer is appreciated. Although, our only requests at the time is to ensure the safety of New Genoese tourists in your nation. Do not allow any flights to New Genoa. Cancel them. Other than that: we will eventually be investigating who funded these attacks, since the DSRO are mercenary terrorists.
~~~End Transmission to Aztec National League~~~

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The Free Republic of New Genoa

Understood. All flights/trains/boats and bus fares have been canceled, all New Genoan Tourists have been given complementary hotel reservations for as long as it is required. Also, we have beefed up security at those hotels to make sure that everyone in the nation stay safe. Again, if you need any assistance, just let me know.

Message from Argyres' Foreign Affairs Office:

The Argyri people wish to extend our condolences for the tragic events perpetrated by the terrorists involved. We offer our assistance in treating the victims and tracking those responsible so that they may be brought to the harsh justice they deserve.

The Gulf States Intelligence Service (GSIS)
Worcester, Gulfport 4C1 8LV

From: 198100 (5) 484 690 1723
To: 201953 (1) 43403 23209

Secret wiretap, in secret transmission - To New Genoan Federal Government... (Translated from Portuguese - northern Brazilian dialect)

Tapped Persona #1:
Name: Reynoldo Palao
Age: 27 years old
Nationality: Brazilian-Arenian
Species: Elven
Location: Salvador, Brazil
Organization: International Elven Army

Tapped Persona #2:
Name: Francisco Germain (alias: Sorverto Dias)
Age: 23 years old
Nationality: Brazilian-Arenian
Species: Elven
Location: Ile du Chateau, Haiti
Organization: International Elven Army

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[i]Palao: You got the virus?

Germain: Oh, of course. It was easy smuggling it past the customs.

Palao: Well, who's your agent over in the territory?

Germain: Ferdinand. (Ferdinand Torraco)

Palao: Ah. He is a good man. Do you believe he's the one who was with the team?

Germain: No. I know he's the leader of New Genoan operations. He probably has some of our men over there enacting out. Don't you know?

Palao: Well yeah. Because there's virus over there, and 38 dead. Plus the president is shot.

Germain: Oh, I didn't hear about that. That's excellent.

Palao: Well, I got to get off. Someone is in line for the phone. And I think he's on to me?

Germain: Kill him then?

Palao: No. He's looking at me all funny.

Germain: Like?

Palao: Well, he's trying to flirt with me. Like I would with my ex-girlfriend.

Germain: Oh. That's a little strange.

Palao: Well, bye for now. Praise Siri.

Germain: Praise Siri.

(hang up)

Empire of Gradenk is saddened that an attack which is despicable to say the least has happened on your great soil.

Gradenk extends her deepest condolences about the lost of fine fighting men & women who died protecting the president. Our hearts go out to them. Empire of Gradenk has tightened their own border security and places where New Genoans are known to visit has been secured to prevent any attacks on them.

AOE2 Region And The National Grunge-French government condemn the cowards tactice of terrorism, and as always, offer our help and friendship to the New Genoese.

Empire of Gradenk has tightened their own border security and places where New Genoans are known to visit has been secured to prevent any attacks on them.

Believe me, that won't be necessary...
We're not against New Genoa, we just got paid a lot for that assassination attempt - that's it!
Of course, it's a problem for us now that we know we failed.

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The Government of The Empire of ViZion wishes to offer aid. If allowed, we will send in 1,000 of our RMM (Robotic Minute Men) to defend your president incase any other problems occure. We also wish to send 15 of our top MD's to treat your wounded, and a loan of 5,000,000 lbs of gold.

Of course your guys got paid a lot of money to try it. The damn elves are filthy rich, and pretty crazy.

Transmission to New Genoa Central Command(encrypted)

"Indeed I see how you are cautious, and it is all warranted. However, I am under orders from Marhsall/Chancellor O'Connor himself not to let the president fall into a situation similar to the night in question never again. Therefore I ask what my teams can do to help. Security detail for other officials, recon into possible terrorists cells, tactical strikes on terrorists camps. O'Connor has told us that we are yours to command, and to use to the fullest, we are ready willing and able, and will not let our comrades down."

OOC: Gulf States, I know who hired DSRO already... :wink:

IC: ~~~Transmission to Liberty Fighters~~~
Research of phone records and accounts of the President himself have led us to believe that the nation of Ameraka hired the DSRO terrorists. New Genoa will soon be retaliating. I suggest you prep your boys to rock 'n roll and we'll give the go signal. Over.
~~~End Transmission to Liberty Fighters~~~

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~~~Transmission to Argyes, Gradenk, Grunge-France~~~
We thank you for your sympathies towards our nation and your agreements to protect the security of our people. You shall be rewarded. Over.
~~~End Transmission to Argyes, Gradenk, Grunge-France~~~

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~~~Transmission to Gulf States~~~
We thank you for these intercepted tapes, but we believe that they are bootleg... possibly used to cover up the DSRO's tracks. We have stronger evidence that the government of Ameraka hired these attacks, however, we will analyze these tapes for confirmation. Over.
~~~End Transmission to Gulf States~~~

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National Address Made by Vice President Jackson
"Free peoples of New Genoa, as your local and regional news sources have told you already, an assassination attempt was made against President Carter several days ago. I regret not being able to address you earlier, but security reasons were the purpose for the delay. Our intelligence has worked tirelessly and we are certain that the DSRO carried out these attacks. We also have strong evidence of whom hired the DSRO. I promise you security, and that these attacks will not go unnoticed. We shall despose of the ones who thought out such an attack against our beloved nation. Goodnight, New Genoa."

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The Free Republic of New Genoa

Confirmed command, we are ready and waiting, out

"Sir, we are ready to send the transmission to New Genoa."

"Thank you, Miss O'Keeffe. Start recording."

"Yes, sir."

A red light appeared on his phone to indicate they were recording.

"Greetings. I am Representative Gallagher, Chief Foreign Officer of the Armed Republic of Durnac. On behalf of Durnac, I would like to offer my condolences to the families of those that died valiently in defence of your President, and would like to offer the services of Durnac in assisting bringing those responsible to justice. A troop of our finest men are ready and willing to fight, should the need arise."

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O'Carroll shifted in his chair, his many medals clanking. His secretary walked in.

"Ah. Miss White. Any news yet?"

"None yet, sir. Representative Gallagher has just trasmitted to New Genoa."

O'Carroll looked down at his desk, which was a mess, as always.

"And the troop?"

"They're on stand-by and prepped to leave within half an hour."

"Thank you, Miss White." She left the room, her perfume lingering in the doorway.

He got up and walked over to the portrait of him as a younger officer. It just hadn't been the same since he became a desk-jockey.

He sighed.

Mr. Scott, the DSRO 2nd commander, walked towards a small room used by the organization for planning operations outside Ness Ziona's territory (A nation that captures tens of thousands of our fighters, and threatened to execute some of them if we'll attack in its territory).

In the room he met Frank Gowinn, and Irish citizen, and one of the top DSRO bomb-engineers.

"Did ya hear the news?"

"Yeah I did... Well at least we made their white-house look like a carpet."

"oh yeah, that was nice. I guess now the president's homeless."

"Naa, they probably have a bunker or two, or a million just for him.
What about those who hired us? Any news from them?"

"Ameraka? No. We sent them a message, and I just hope they got it."

"Oh they'll be fockin' pissed. Another nation that'll add us to its black-list."

"aye. Listen I gotta go to the border, some trunks of explosives are waiting there."

"really? Where exactly?"

"Near Mt. Erscraft, on the Nessic border. Noone knows besides you and me now."

"Aye, sir."

The commander went out, towards a small praking lot, and hopped in to a truck.

Nessic Satellite Control Room
Harry was watching a monitor when his friend, Rick, shouted from the side of the room.
"Hey! Harry! are you still in front of that screen!?"
"Well of course! that's why they pay me, you idiot!"
"Really? Then they should fire you right now!
"Oh yeah?! And why is that?!"
"That's because a DSRO truck is moving right here under your nose!"
"How do ya know it's a DSRO truck?"
"Cuz the person who's driving it just got out of the building we were monitoring."
"Damnit!"
"Relax... There it is." He pointed at a black square on the monitor, it looked like a truck.
"Oh ok, so I'll just keep... staring..."
"Yeah, and let me know where it's driving when you'll know."

OOC: I'm gonna do this IC as if all that i've heard is the immediate news, sorta would seem more realistic.


IC:


Gamingboy sent a message to New Genoa's president carter:


Don't know anything about your political situation STOP Give me a update STOP Send my condolences STOP

Palao: ... Praise Siri.

Germain: Praise Siri.

Sorry about this, but

ROFLMFAO.

:lol: :lol:

WN

News Update: President Carter has returned to his office and will be residing at the Second White House in New Rome. Although this "White House" is much smaller, it shall serve as President Carter's residence temporarily until the White House in the capital is rebuilt.

The Grand Duchy of Cucolo offers condolences for the attack on the president's life. We also offer support or aide in your retaliation attack.

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Duke Anthony Cucolo
Grand Duchy of Cucolo

This is what happens when you don't eat your vegetables as a child.

-Nik

OOC: okay this started out as a great RP with even greater potential, but now its kinda dead. If the terrorists or New Genoa dont do something soon, it will be dead for sure.