NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC: Okay. I'll only accept a few people into this RP, and only people I know are good enough RPers not to screw it over, m'kay? The rest of you can be passive, and watch.

IC:

Katie Winters played on the swing, its chains creaking every time she swung back and forth. There were several other children on the playground, and granny was asleep on a bench to her right. She was happy. She was having fun.

A black van pulled up beside the playground, and a man stepped out, walking over beside Katie, to another girl playing on the swings. She was bigger than Katie, who was, after all, only seven. The man started talking to the girl, leading her over to another thing on the playground. As he did so, something shiny - A dollar! - fell out of his pocket.

Katie jumped down off the swing and ran over to the money. She bent over and reached down to pick it up. It felt smooth and cool in her hand.

That was when she was grabbed from behind, a hand over her mouth, and pulled away, lifted off her feet, her hand twisted painfully behind her. She went to cry out, to scream, but the man's black-gloved hands had a deathgrip on her jaw. She couldn't move it, but she could still breathe through her nose.

The man reached the van, handing her off to another man inside. The commotion seemed to have awoken granny, or maybe it was the crying child the man had pushed himself past. She came hurrying over, catching a sight of Katie's red dress in the window of the van.

She stopped at the side of the van, looking inside and seeing a leather-jacketed, black-gloved and sunglassesed man standing about to climb in. She grabbed his shoulder in a weak grip, as one who was over seventy would. "Excuse me," she said, in a creaking, uncertain voice.

In response, the man spun, lashing out. His palm made contact with the woman's forehead, and her eyes widened as she fell backwards, hitting the sidewalk with a thud and lying there. The man turned, muttering 'Good riddance' and climbed in the van. Its door slid shut and it fled away down the street.

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David Peters, IIA Agent, read over the report again. "Damn ... Someone's kidnapped the foreign affairs minister of Haraki's kid. Thats big news. Inform her mother, and call for international aid in tracking these men down. They'll probably be heading for the border immediately. What state's the grandma in?"

The man in front looked down into Peters' face. "She's been stabilized. The fall and the shock triggered her heart condition, and she says she can't remember the attackers' faces. They wore sunglasses and she only saw glimpses of them."

Peters nodded. "That's a damn shame. Still, send out the call for help, but get only a few people on this. Only a few people, from only a few countries. Send the message to those we know will do a good job if they help."

The man in front nodded. "Sir."

He turned, and strode through the door of Peters' office quietly. Peters sat back in his chair. He'd wanted a field assignment, but not a kidnapping. He wanted something more exciting. Oh, well. He guessed at least it was a kidnapping of someone important.

OOC: I never bump. Of course not.

IC:

Katie slowly opened her eyes. She was in a big dark place, with a shaft of sunlight lancing in through the window, high enough up that she couldn't reach it, and shut firm. She looked up, to where a crack of light broke through under whatever kind of door was up there.

Katie was lying in a corner of the room, on a cold floor, leaning against a cold wall. The window was high up, revealing a night sky, showing that she was probably inside a basement.

The door creaked open, and a tall man was silhouetted against the light from the room above. He was holding a tray. He walked down the stairs dimly illuminated by the open door at the top of them, setting the tray at the bottom of the stairs, on the floor. He reached up, pulling a small chain to turn on the single lightbulb hanging from the ceiling, which lit the room in a dull, yellow light.

Then he walked to the window, sliding a black surface over it and then turning a key in that surface, locking the window shut so no light went in or out.

He turned to Katie, who hadn't moved from the corner, but had watched him. "You'd better eat it," he said, gesturing to the tray, which had a bowl of soup, some bread, and a glass of water on it. "It's all you'll get for a while."

Although he was one of the same men that had taken her, she didn't recognize him. It wasn't because he wore different clothes, or didn't have his dark glasses, she was simply too young, too tired, and too hungry. As he closed the door, she leapt to her feet, bolting to the food and devouring it ravenously.

OOC-what roles are you looking for?

OOC: Two or three nations that send small teams of investigators. I don't want the army. I don't want thirty guys. Three or four best. Six at the most. And be prepared to let them spend a long time looking.

OOC-OK, im in, if thats ok

IC

A Hercules jet circles arround the nearest airport to the scene...

"This is Pablicostan Investigation Team reporting and requesting permission to land?"

Onboard the Jets, sitting tight in the rear were Inspecters Goole, Franks and Gerrard. With them was Frank Harms, finger print analyst and computing genious. Also sitting in the back of the Hercules was equipment for the trip. This consisted of, a large van, similar to a campervan, but it was two stories tall, the base deck was living area and sleeping areas, wheras the upper was a lab and operations room.

OOC: Woot.

IC: Agent Dan Sanders adjusted his watch. The damn thing had arrived by mail only 2 days ago, and already it was giving him trouble. He fiddled with the leather strap, attempting to adjust it, but the stubborn watch would not be fixed. Exhaustedly annoyed, he tore the hated thing off and tossed it in the rubbish bin. He turned around to his wife, sighing, and she came forward to kiss him goodbye.

"It didn't flatter you anyway, dear," she said.
"Well neither do stockings and short dresses, but look at me now," he replied in a state of agitation.
"Honey, you need to be calm. This is a very important sting mission. You can't fail this one."
"I know. I know. I'll be fine. Ok, listen sweetheart, I gotta go now. I should be back from the mission around... 10?"
"Then that's when I'll set dinner for. Don't be late."

Sanders turned around, adjusting his tight corset, and made for the door, when the phone suddenly started to ring. Unnoticed to him, his wife's eyes widened as it did, and he went to pick it up. He took it off the small table stand by the door and held the receiver to his ear.

"Hello, Dan Sanders speaking."
"Agent Sanders, we've got confidential information for you. Your life is in danger. Proceed to headquarters immediately."
"But-" Sanders started, but he did not get to finish the sentence. The phone suddenly shattered, exploding into hundreds of tiny pieces, and he looked down at it incredulously, dropping the receiver to the floor. What the hell had just happened?

The next bullet did not hit the phone. It instead pierced through his leg, cutting flesh and bone in half as it tore through the legament and left a trail of red across the wood floor. In a fit of pain, he screamed and opened his eyes, gasping with shock. Looking up, all he saw was the disappointment on his wife's face. "I wish it could have gone better," she said, and she turned and walked out of the doorway as two larger thugs, a man with blonde hair and a black jumpsuit, and an albino woman with red eyes and skin whiter than milk, walked in.

Sanders blacked out.

OOC: Wha-? TDP, now I'm really confused ...

IC:

The Haraki controller radioed back to the Pablicostan pilot. "Permission granted to land on Runway Eight. You'll be met by David Peters and his command team, who'll inform you as to the details."

OO: Am I good enough to join here?

OOC: Yeah, sure, Kecha, although I think I'm going to close this at five people, including me. I want it small.

OOC: If there's a space left, count me in, if not, oh well.

OOC: Come on in. There's only four people, counting TDP, if he decides to be part. Although I didn't understand how his post was relevant.

OOC: I'm in then.

IC: A lone Soyokaze0Class chopper flew high in the air, circling the same Airport as the Pablicostan Investigation Team, it held 4 K.N.P.D. Special Officers(Think S.W.A.T.), Detective Robert "Bob" Groening, and Analyst Richard "Dick" Jones, with them in the chopper they had a setup of equipment, including a long, somewhat low Touring Van, which was equiped with some Computers, and other gear, they had some other things as well which they would go through upon landing.

"Attention Control, this is the Kechan Investigation Team, requesting permission to land"

OOC: Just wait. The plot will develop, Haraki-ki-ki.

IC: Sanders awoke in a hospital bed with a bandage around his leg. He looked up, into glaring bright white lights, and squinted, shielding his eyes with his hands and groping around for a lightswitch. His hand closed around something soft and fleshy. He looked over alarmedly, to find himself staring into the face of his friend at the agency, Mat Parsons.

"How was your dream, sleeping beauty?" asked Parsons.
"Where the hell am I?" replied Sanders in panic.
"Relax kid, you're in the ER unit of Alokin Public Hospital. We've got your ass covered."
"What happened... why can't I remember... why am I here?"
"Your wife... as it turns out... was part of an international terrorist organization. I'm really sorry, pal, I really am. If it could have been any other way, I wish it would have been, but we had to tell you. Unfortunately, when I made a call to your house to warn you about her, there was some kind of bang and the line went dead. I immediately dispatched a group of officers, who happened to find you in the arms of two particularily gruesome goons, who we have slammed into prison."
"Christ... I can only remember small details... what... this is too much," struggled Sanders, trying to set things out right in his mind.
"I know it's hard for you to take all this," replied Parsons, "But it's better that you know this and find this out now rather than later. Let the shock absorb. And I've got more bad news for you. We're putting you temporarily in the witness protection program. I'm sorry, kid."
"What? No, I have to stay here... I have to-" Sanders struggled to lift himself out of the bed, but his leg felt like a dead weight.
"It's for your own good, Dan. As soon as you're up and walking again, we're shipping you out. I really am sorry, but it's for your own good. You've got a lot of people who'd love to get their greasy hands around your neck right now, including your wife, who's still on the loose, so we have to do this," said Parsons sadly.
"Where... where am I going?" asked Sanders.
"Haraki."

"Kechan aircraft, permission granted to land on Runway Seven. Meet up with the Pablicostan team and the IIA Command group, and they'll take it from there."

The controller turned to his friend, shrugging his headset off and getting ready to leave for his home. "Hey, Jake. I wonder why all these foreign people are showing up, and why the IIA ordered us to send them down."

His friend simply shrugged.

"Kechan aircraft, permission granted to land on Runway Seven. Meet up with the Pablicostan team and the IIA Command group, and they'll take it from there." "Roger that Controll, landing" the chopper came in and made a smooth, 10-point landing, the back opened up and the Van pulled out, with the Detective and Analyst inside, the Special Officers walked outside, guiding the Van out.

They were met by two men in grey suits, with wires running up to earpieces in their right ears. The front one nodded to the Kechan team. "If you'll just follow me, I'll take you to where Agent Peters is waiting. And remember. Thus far we've hidden the kidnapping frm the public. Don't blow our cover."

o.o.c. May I Join in with some investigators?

They were met by two men in grey suits, with wires running up to earpieces in their right ears. The front one nodded to the Kechan team. "If you'll just follow me, I'll take you to where Agent Peters is waiting. And remember. Thus far we've hidden the kidnapping frm the public. Don't blow our cover." "No problem" Detective Groening said, leaning out the window "You want us to leave the Van here? or is there someplace you'd ratrher have us put it?"

Sanders was moved from TDP shortly after he got out of the hospital, about 1 week afterwards, actually. His items were packed and shipped to his new, temporary house in Haraki, and he got a desk job in a local information records agency. He did not manage to meet many people, and spent many lonely days at home, trying to get over the incredible turn that his life had just taken.

One day, Sanders finally got fed up with sitting in his house like some scared idiot, trying to hide from his past, and got up to take a stroll outside to the local park. The wind was chilly, and it nipped at his jacket and cap as he walked down towards the park. The autumn leaves blew at his face, and he shielded it from them with his arm, crossing the street after a car went by.

As he neared the park, he heard the sound of children's laughter. Already, his heart lightened and he felt somewhat warmer inside. He approached the gate by the fence to the playground, and leaned against it, resting his hands on top of it. He looked across the playground, to where an old lady was lying, snoring, on a bench, and saw a little girl playing on a swingset. Suddenly, the little girl jumped off the swings and ran over to the sand, where she bent over to pick up a shiny dollar.

And, as soon as she had done that, Sanders witnessed a heavyset man cup her mouth with his enormous hand and carry her off into a van waiting alongside the park with its doors open. The grandmother made a feeble attempt to stop the kidnapper, but she was flung away and hit the ground with a sickening thud. As soon as the van took off, Sanders ran over to where the helpless woman was lying on the ground.

There were no other people visibly around, so Sanders quickly whipped out a cellular phone and dialed the emergency hospital line, requesting an immediate ambulance to be sent to the park. Propping the old woman up on a park bench, he decided that he should try to find out where the van had gone, and dashed down the street in the direction that it had departed, but to no avail.

OOC: Celack ... I don't know. After all, last we parted, our nation weren't exactly on friendly terms, were they?

IC:

The agent shook his head. "Bring it. Saves us the trouble of having to provide a vehicle for you. Besides, you may as well."

He stopped, gesturing into a small hangar, the kind that would store a small, short-range jet. It had a door left open just a crack. The agent starrted walking towards it. "Just in here."

OOC: Celack ... I don't know. After all, last we parted, our nation weren't exactly on friendly terms, were they?

IC:

The agent shook his head. "Bring it. Saves us the trouble of having to provide a vehicle for you. Besides, you may as well."

He stopped, gesturing into a small hangar, the kind that would store a small, short-range jet. It had a door left open just a crack. The agent starrted walking towards it. "Just in here." The Van started moving, followed by the 4 Special Police on foot, they stopped just outside the Hangar.

The agent beckoned the agents through the small, person-sized door, which he opened in front of them. "Please, in here."

---

The ambulance pulled up on the street beside, paramedics climbing out and carefully putting the old woman on a stretcher and into the ambulance, which took off. One medic stayed behind, walking up to Sanders and beginning to talk to him. "Did you see what happened?"

OOC: 1, Sanders ran off before the ambulance had come, but I'll say that he came back to facilitate the RP. 2, why don't we let Celack join? Though the nations might not be on good terms IC, its people can be. Besides, you too need to kiss and make up. 3, Kecha, can you please not put the quotes in your responses? It kind of ruins the flow. Thanks.

Sanders looked at the paramedic with blank eyes. "I came here to find her lying on the ground and called you guys. Look, I need to go now." And with that, he walked away.

The paramedic shrugged. "I suppose that's what you get sometimes for working in a government position ..." he mused to himself, before climbing back in the car he'd taken there, and roaring off back to the hospital.

OOC: Sure, why not ... Celack, in. RP Closed.

The agent beckoned the agents through the small, person-sized door, which he opened in front of them. "Please, in here." The 2 in the Van got out, and all 6 Kechans walked through the door.

Peters was crouched in a corner, smoking a cigarette. He rose, throwing it to the ground, as the other people entered. "Jack," he said to the agent leading them. "Kechan team?"

Jack nodded.

Peters was crouched in a corner, smoking a cigarette. He rose, throwing it to the ground, as the other people entered. "Jack," he said to the agent leading them. "Kechan team?"

Jack nodded.

OOC: Wha-? TDP, now I'm really confused ...

IC:

The Haraki controller radioed back to the Pablicostan pilot. "Permission granted to land on Runway Eight. You'll be met by David Peters and his command team, who'll inform you as to the details."

The Pilot replied,

"Thank you control, heading for runway eight"

The jet headed down towards runway 8. As it leared dangerously close to the ground, the revers thrusters slammed hard through the plane and then a gentle movement, and then the entire body of the jet klunked down onto the suspension once again.

The jet rolled on till it had fully satopped, when immediatly the back began rolling down and out, creating a ramp. Three platforms lowered themselves down from the body, each holding piles of boxes labeled
"carefull and delicate"
From the ramp came the Inspectors(names may change now). One stepped forward and introduced the team as Inspectors Goole, Francis and Brown, and base technician Frank. Finally the plane released the truck down the ramp, which stopped neatly outside ready to be driven off.

Peters was crouched in a corner, smoking a cigarette. He rose, throwing it to the ground, as the other people entered. "Jack," he said to the agent leading them. "Kechan team?"

Jack nodded. Groening stepped forward "I'm Detective Robert Groening, just call me Bob" he said to introduce himself, then he introduced the Analyst "This is Richard Jones, just call him Dick" he gestrued to the 4 Special Police, alll female, two Demihumans "And these are a few Police helpers" they seemed to be a bit annoyed by that.

Sanders returned to his office, where a pile of paperwork was waiting for him. "Sanders," said his boss, "Haven't I told you that we don't need you on weekends? Come on, man, take a break. You're our best worker, we don't need you here overtime making the rest of us look bad."

Sanders nodded and smiled as he walked past his boss, but said nothing. Instead, he walked into a co-worker, Martin Stroff's, cubicle and turned to the man, working on the weekend to make up for missing other work. "Martin," said Sanders, "I need a file on license plate number 62004Z. No questions, please." And then, Sanders walked out.

About 10 minutes later, there was a knocking on the door of Sanders' office, and Stroff walked in, sitting down with the papers in hand, and held onto them instead of handing them over to Sanders. "You look shaken," said Stroff, "And I know what I'm talking about, I used to be a detective for the local cops. You know that, so don't bullshit me. What's wrong."

Sanders sighed and began the story.

The Pablicostans were met by another two grey-suited IIA Agents, who asked them "Please follow me. I'll take you to Peters, our commander."

---

Peters nodded. "And I'm David Peters, the agent in charge of this operation. Nice to meet you."

o.o.c. sorry for the delay oh and screw the accents
i.c.

RCMP HQ
Elletiri
Celack


"Roger Cavendish, we have a problem in Haraki. A very important little girl has been kidnapped. you are to assemble your team and head out to Haraki to fidn these kidnappers and bring the girl back safley. wE ahve word that The Damned People has sent someone over there in Witness protection. I do believe you worked with him earlier in an international sti ng. His name is Dan Saunders. I want to contact him and try to convince him to join the investigation."


"Yes. Sir. I thoguth we and Haraki aren't on the best of terms together."

"true but a little girl's life is in the balance and I don't want petty differences to kill her. your plane leaves in 2 hours"


EdIT: editied because I re-read everything.

"Ah, hello, im Inspector Brown, we are agents from the KPD (Kidnapping Police Division), now, what exactly has gone on here-we know of a girl who has been kidnapped, but no details?"

Peters nodded. "And I'm David Peters, the agent in charge of this operation. Nice to meet you." "Nice to meet you as well" Bob said, then he seemed to remember something "Allmost forgot to tell you their names" he said, meaning the Special Police "From left to right, Special Officers Monroe, Hayton, Pella, and Drogen"

"She's the daughter of the Haraki Minister of Foreign Affairs, making her a very important little seven-year-old. Here's a picture of her," the agent said, handing Inspector Brown a picture of a smiling small child with long blonde hair. "That picture's a month old."

"You'll hear more details from Peters."

O.O.C. i f i have to explain about dexu it will be by TG.

Cavendish watched the in-flight movie. The great escape. He looked to his two other team members. Steve Dexu and Sid Hilts. Both were attracting attention but for different reason. Hilts was 6'5 and very well built. However he was a pacifist at heart. Dexu was the first Rabbit investigator in the Royal Celackain Mounted police. Their gear was stored below. They would be landing and then supposidly a contact would lead them to the Harakian investigators in charge of the case.

Brown styaerd hard at the picture, memorising it well.

"Right" he said,"I think its time we met with this Peters, no time for messing about, especially with this perticular case"

OOC: Celack, 1: His name is Sanders. 2: When someone is put in the witness protection program, people usually don't tend to find out about it without lifting a finger.

-Nik

OOC: Celack, 1: His name is Sanders. 2: When someone is put in the witness protection program, people usually don't tend to find out about it without lifting a finger.

-Nik
1. typo.
2.you think we don't have spies who would find that shit out man???? We did lift fingers(and notes :twisted: ).

3. be glad i edited my post. I originally thoguh he was sent over to investigate.

The agent nodded, leading the Pablicostan team through to the hangars, and into the same hangar as Peters and the Kechans, just as the Kechan commander was finishing introducing them.

OOC: Celack, 1: His name is Sanders. 2: When someone is put in the witness protection program, people usually don't tend to find out about it without lifting a finger.

-Nik
1. typo.
2.you think we don't have spies who would find that shit out man???? We did lift fingers(and notes :twisted: ).

3. be glad i edited my post. I originally thoguh he was sent over to investigate.

OOC: Spies in TDP? If this was IC knowledge, I'd kill you :)

O.o.c. i know. I know also that you probably have spies in my country. Of course If I knew I.C. i would kill you too.

I.C.
Cavendish left the plane surronded by his team. They grabbed their field kits and head out on to the concourse.

"They said he would be near the taxies. there he is"

"Dexu pointed to a sandy haired man who was looking directly at them.

Sanders suddenly turned to see one of the kidnappers standing in the doorway. "You don't think we've got ways of gathering information too?" he asked, "We saw you there spying on us." In a flash of light, the bullet erupted from the gun and Sanders found himself lying on the ground, a pool of warm liquid forming around him, with Stroff backing towards the wall. Another bang, and everything was over.

-Nik

O.O.c. F**king hell!!!!!!

OOC: Uh, Nik ... Is this your subtle way of saying Celack's really, really annoying you?

o.o.c. i'll be good........

I.C. the team got in a small Ford Escort with the sandy haired youth. Theyu pulled away from the airport and went to get breifed by the Harakians.

OOC: Lol, no. I just figured that I'm a bit busy to handle an RP at the moment. Though I do really, REALLY hate every damn one of you. Toodles.

-Nik

Brown and his team step into the hangar to see a man standing ahead of them. he ushered them forward, and they followed his order. When brown was within speaking distance he introduced the team and shook the hand of the man.

"Now, I dont wish to sound rude, but i think we must skip formalaties, please, what info do you have on this case?..."

"Yeah," Peters said grimly, turning back to the table beside him and picking up copies of the picture of Katie Winters. "This," he said, handing a copy of the picture to each of the members of the assembled teams, "is Katie Winters. She's seven years old, and she's a very important little girl, mostly because," he said, turning and clicking a button on the remote in his hand. The wall lit up, with a picture of an attractive woman, maybe thirty-five. "She is the only child of Anne Winters, Minister of Foreign Afairs for Haraki, and a very important person. Therefore, anyone who has Katie has a stranglehold on Anne."

"We have to get her back quickly, and quietly. The media knows nothing of this, and we want to keep it that way. Anne Winters is, of course, very, very angry, mad, sad, etc."

He clicked the projector again, and it showed a picture of an old woman smiling at the camera. "This is Helen Lee. She's Anne Winters' mother, and one of the only witnesses to the scene of Katie's kidnapping. She's seventy-four, with a heart condition. We're not sure what triggered it - Maybe a hard shock - but her heart condition was set off as Katie disappeared. She's the only one who could be able to name Katie's kidnappers, but apparently she has a bad memory and can't remember anything much. Someone might want to check that out."

"We're afraid that the kidnappers may be trying to get to the border, if they're out-of-country terrorists, especially because they kidnapped someone from Central Atherlon, the heart of the Inner Ring. This mweans they'd have a week at most - three days at least - to get to the border, at the closest mark. They can't take buses, trains, or planes, given the security weve tightened, so if they're heading to the border, they'll have to do it by car. Now, we could be wrong. They could still be in ATherlon. That's what you're all here to find out."