NationStates Jolt Archive

Elizabeth, after her third month of being President, wanted to know the absolute truth. She had just found out a small contingent in her government that was looking to gain power since the Ormsby affair, and this was most likely the biggest cover up in the whole set up. She went into the computer, and began the search.
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***SEARCH FOR-> Operation:Bitch Slap, Results, Effects

15 Files Found, Limit Search Terms-> Y/N

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Suddenly, all the files appeared on the screen. Elizabeth looked through them, and found most of them were rather pointless. Mostly the perameters of the action, logistical cost files, and the like. However, all 15 came back with two things in common. It had generaly been accepted that teh operation could have been avoided, and the action itself had all taken place over the find of some sort of weapon. She did another search, and found only two files, and what she had found frightend her.

The sudden leaps and bounds in plasma weaponry was due to the action. The denial of posesion of the weapon on Ormsby's part was true, she didnt know it, but Walken had. After near 3 hours of searching, she found that the action was all part of a greater plan. The former INSA was planning a full coup in not only the Imitoran government, but to attemptent to gain control in Iansisle and Larkinia. She looked through the general operations folder, and learned as much as she could about the set up.

She was generally frightend about the fact that this had gotten so far, and decided to do somethign about it. She brought up a comunication program, and sent out a private encoded message to certain concerned parties
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TO: The Esteemed Leaders of Celeborne, Larkinia, Iansisle
FROM: President Elizabeth A. Waitkus
RE: Recent Actions in Concerned Parties' Government

MSSG: It has come to my attention that certain actions and discoveries that have occured within our government and certain partaking which may have or are going to occur within yours may be a result of attitudes held by persons in our government. I wish to speak with you privately about reaching a solution, as well as alerting you to possible coups in your governments. I ask that you respond as soon as possible, as it is very important
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The night air was cool in Iansisle, as was expected. The mansion in Noropia was the home of Duke John, the former Imitoran president, and his lovely wife Elizaebth, as well as daughter Ashely. In the guest room John's brother, Jimmy Ngyuen, faked sleep. When he was sure all was good, he slid out of the bed, and walked over to one of his suitcases. He removed a pistol of Efftian design, and began the slow movement towards Elizabeth's and John's room. He had payed one of the gaurds John had hired, who was of Efftian descent, to take the fall for the shooting.

As he approached the room, a low 'howl' could be heard outside. He ignored it, forgetting the fact that sounds like that weren't common in Noropia. He moved quietly, he was only a few steps away formt eh door, when the howl grew louder, to the point of a scream, and it seemed to stop over the mansion. Before he could respond, a window in front of him seemed to burst, as if from a baseball being thrown through it. A 'caclank' was heard, and a small metalic object bunced off the floor. The result was akin to the hand of God being thrust into the room.

The bright flash and sound awoke everyone in the house. However, what was more disturbing was the four black clad men swinging through the window towards Jimmy. He managed to lift the pistol and get off a few rounds before taking a burst, well, several bursts to the chest. The 5.7mm rounds of the Imitoran submachine guns were designed to slide through armor, but literally explode inside the target. Jimmy's insides were turned to mush as exactly 25 of the rounds hit him in the chest. He dropped, his insides liquified by the rounds.

The five men moved expertly towards the door that would lead into Johns and Elizabeth's bedroom. The men moved in, and surounded the bed, in a safty circle. "Room clear?" a call seemed to go out.

Four "Clears!" Came back in reply.

Another explosion was heard, and five more men eneterd teh house through the front door, moving to clear the lower level of any threats, the threat being Jimmy, who was now dead. Two men broke off and went upstairs, to Ashley's room. "Precious cargo is clear," a voice said over the radio, over the sound of an obviously very awake, very hungry, and very upset child.

OOC: This is semi open as those who think they could intercept the transmission to the nations I sent the letter to can RP in this, as well as if you feel that you may have some way to kow about the 'assault' on Duke John's and Dutchess Elizabeth's house. For more information on this, look up the thread 'Deazeman Announces' or somethign along that effect where, after soem break down in communication, I ortillerized Deazeman back to the stoneage, and then some.

****Secured message to Imitora ******

Name the time and place, we will be there.

*****End*****

Elizabeth breathed a sigh of relief when her cell phone rang. "Hunny, its John. Everythgin is...copasthetic in the other Big I. I'll talk to ya later hun, bubye."

She read teh Celebornian message, and sent a reply.

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ASAP, Cortora ICMC Training Center
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Dr. Niven began making the preperations to go to the meeting...

OOC: Giving everyone else a chance to chime in.

OOC: Understood. Im talkin to Lark right now, he'll post tommorow, and I TGramed Iansisle and Agrigento and Deazeman/Marche Islands (he might like to get some insight on why his country was bitch slaped, and yes, the Imitoran admirality would name an attack like the one on Deazeman Operation:Bitch Slap.)

EDIT: I've got a few posts left in me tonight ;)

Presidential Palace, outside Golden Agate, 3:41 a.m.

The secured COMS terminal buzzed with the incoming message.

"yeah yeah," Javin Katana muttered walking into the room with a cup of coffee and clicking on the terminal.

He opened the message and quickly read it. "Holy sh*t!" he said jumping up and quickly rounding up the security units.

"Get Takeo up and ready to go," Javin told Chief of State Mike Davis. "We don't have a moment to lose."

***** Secured Message *****

We are en route to the Training Center in 30 minutes.

***** END *****

Giovanni (I think thats right, Agrigento, correct me if not when you see this) Forio held tha submachin gun in a non threatening manner. He looked at John, who was fully awake, and Lizzy, who too looked like someone had just poured freezing water over her. "Dont worry folks," he said with a smile, "I'm a good guy."
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Elizabeth sighed. It wouldn't be long till the truth would come out to the involved parties, and the entire mess would be more or less solved.

OOC: I'm off to ebd for the night, so feel free to RP your arival. Your ships will be directed to land on runway 7L (if that matters, lol), and your charcters will notice the fact tha soldiers are running around drilling, gunfire can be heard from Kill houses, and a man that looks like Al Pacino (say, from the movie Heat) will be there to greet them. He'll seem tired as from a long flight, but will be dressed in a suit, and be generally well kept.

(ooc: names right)

The Imitoran desk at the AIA Building in Downtown Agrigento, just across from the Senate complex, was unusually quiet as of late. Special Agent Pisante was early to work today and had just finished pouring his espresso when he noticed the large stack of papers in his inbox. The late night watchers had skimmed through countless security reports and highlighted the most important ones. He looked at the almost three dozen reports in annoyance, he was just getting used to the light paper load. He started reading, and two refills and a restroom trip later, he reached an item of particular intrest. The report was based on an communications intercept between Imitora and Celeborne.

After reading over it several times and after going over the already yellow highlighted parts with his orange marker he started typing a report to be analyzed by the UnderSecretary of Foreign Affairs.
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Less than two large cubicles away sat the Iansisle Specialist going over his reports. After much deliberation he did the same thing as his Imitoran counterpart, with his standard issue Orange marker, only this report was about a certain raid on a certain household in Noropia.

Giovanni (I think thats right, Agrigento, correct me if not when you see this) Forio held tha submachin gun in a non threatening manner. He looked at John, who was fully awake, and Lizzy, who too looked like someone had just poured freezing water over her. "Dont worry folks," he said with a smile, "I'm a good guy."

OOC: And who was also alleged to have said "Say 'hello' to my little friend!" before blowing Jimmy full of holes. ;)

John was at a general loss. THe house had been emptied of the black clad men, and he now sat, gently rocking Ashley. His brother was still in the hall, blood pooling around his now liquified chest. He looked over to Lizzy, and shruged, having no words to say.
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The lead of the group looked over to one of his second in commands and motioned to the sub gun. "We really shoulnd't use native equipment. Lets get on the market, see if we can find some other goodies." He stood, and peeled the black assault suit off, sliping into a casual buisness suit. "I got a job to do at The CTC, we'll debrief in 48."

Paolo Orzoni straightened his tie in the mirror by his desk and cleared his throat. The Secretary was a real stickler to detail, and he didn't look perfect his how presentation could be ruined. Confident that his attire would satisfy he walked to the elevator, a manila folder in his hands. A floor later, he walked and proceeded down the long path to the Secretary's office. His shoes reverberated off the hard marble floor, that was probably older than his parents. When he reached the office the Secretary's Personal Assistant waved him in, citing "He's been waiting".

"Great", was his response as he strolled in and sat down in one of the comfortable leather chairs in front of the Secretary's desk.

"Paolo, what is it you have for me?", welcomed Secretary of Foreign Affairs Vito Brasiglio.
"Well, sir, two seemingly unrelated inciden..."
"If they were unrelated you wouldn't be here."
"Yes, sir, as I was saying; when I faxed these to you earlier, all I had was suspicions, but now I checked with our field personnel and it appears that their is much more to this than meets the eyes.", said Paolo, nervously.
"Go on."
"Well, apparently, there was a raid by Imitoran operatives in Noropia. Saving one of their own from a Bandito. I got that from a reliable source..."
"How reliable?"
"Green star, Eyes only information."
"I see, and what do you make of all this?"
"Well sir, it seems to me that those cowboys are hiding something pretty major, first this raid, and it was supposedly an assassination attempt on a retired offical, or something to that affect!....its all just too strange. I mean how did they find out about it if it was just one man? Why is this official in hiding in Bumblefeck, Iansisle? and why weren't we told, when they alerted most of the ANH!?!", said Paolo, getting frustrated.
"I understand your concern, and I think we should look into this some more. I'll speak to ASA first thing tom. morning. Right now I have some other business of importance. Since you've been at your desk all day I doubt you have heard, but we are now at war."
"War??? Where..."

OOC: War? Interesting....

IC: Javin handed Takeo a printout as the group walked onto the Airbus.

"This might have something to do with the recent terrorist attacks," Javin told him.

"Yes," Takeo nodded. "We've suspected there was a pretty heavy hitter, either an individual or nation, giving Grant some assistance since his escape. They might have some information on this."

Giovanni stepped off the Pelican, and waved to the memebers of the assault team. He walked out to the control tower, and waited fro the invited persons to arrive. He watched has men wearing the MJOLNIR BaseMod I armor practiced CQB and ranged assault manuvers, and new recruits ran the length of the runway, remebering his term in the ICMC.

"You got it", ISS Agent Ryan O'Conner said to his reflection. He was the only one in the men's room and splashed some cold water on his face. It wasn't easy being a member of the Presidential Security detail, especially considering his secret activities. Today was important, he couldn't screw up the drop.

OOC: Once ya'll RP your arivals, we'll kick this thing up. Right now, I'm off to watch BHD and a few sceens from Patriot Games, and I'll be back round midnight, maybe 1.

The Airbus entered Imitoran airspace en route to the Cortora Training Center.

"We've been cleared to land on runway 7L," the pilot said over the intercom. "We're gliding in for a landing now."

The men in the forward compartment belted themselves into their seats, and the airplane touched down shortly afterwards.

As the ramp lowered to the tarmac, they saw a man in a suit standing and watching them. Javin walked out first and headed over toward him. "Are you the guy we're supposed to meet?"

Giovanni approached the aircraft, and extended his hand. "Maybe. Are you teh guy whose supposed to meet the guy your here to meet?" he asked, smiling. "Giovanni Forio, but most people call me John. I assume your here for the breifing Javin?" he asked Katana. "Well, dont worry. As soon as a," he paused going through his mental notes, "Dr. Niven gets here, everythgin will get underway."

"Nice to meet you sir," Javin said smiling and shaking his hand. "I'm one of the guys. Takeo is coming down now," he said.

At the mention of Dr. Niven, the blood started to drain from Javin's face.

"D... Dr. Niven?" he asked, looking around. "Excuse me a moment."

He walked back to Takeo, "Dr. Niven's on his way here. If you'll excuse me, getting threatened once is more than enough."

"Nonsense," Takeo said to him, "You'll be fine. Niven is a diplomat, he knows to behave himself."

Takeo walked over to Giovanni and shook his hand, "It's a pleasure to meet you." he said with a smile.

John shook Takeo's hand, and introduced himself again. He then looked over to Javin and noticed his sudden look of upset. "Is there anythgin wrong sir?" he asked.

"No, sir. Nothing major. Just a little... difference of opinion between Javin and Dr. Niven," Takeo said. "It will be all right."

Takeo looked around the training center, "This is a very interesting center, I must say."

Niven's craft landed and he exited. He was a bit nervous about being here, he was afraid that this might be his last meeting, his last few meetings with Imitora had been less than diplomatic and he feared a mofia hit from the Godfather. Upon seeing the Larkinian group he approaches...

OOC: Dont worry, Giovanni's a lawyer and a good guy. Anways, if we wanted Niven killed, there would be an 'unfortunate accident' at the base, lol.

IC:

Giovanni walked up to Niven. "Dr. Niven, I presume," he said, extending his hand. "Giovanni Forio, but you can call me John. I'm glad you could make it. I believe you will find this meeting very bennificial, if nothign else, revealing."

Giovanni turned, and led the three men towards a small bunker looking complex.

Shaking his hand " John, it is good to meet you. I look forward to having the curtains pulled back on this situation." He falls in behind him .

OOC: Yeah , I know and if anyone could kill off Niven it would be you :)

John led them through a myriad (always wanted to say that) of coridors, down to teh basement of the bunker. He used a credit card like key to open a door, and allowed the other men to walk in in front of him. There were seats for them, and he walked over to a table. "Coffee anyone?" he asked, pouring a cup.

Takeo nodded as the group walked into the bunker. "Yes, I too would like to know what is going on."

Suddenly, the door they had come in through opened. Five men, all dressed in the standard black suit/tie combo of the Imitora Secret Service entered. They moved to either side of the room, and President Waitkus walked in. She was wearing a rather revealing low cut dress. Just becasue she was about to tell these men the reason certain things were going on in certain governments didnt mean she didnt have to look good.

She looked at the men, and nodded. "I'm sure your all wondering why your here. Well, the truth is I'm wondering that too. I wonder how power can so corrupt a person as to destroy an entire country. I'm sure your all quite aware of what happned no more than four months ago. Do to a miscommunication between my government and the government of Deazeman, war was declared, and the nation was wiped from teh face of our planet. However, I believe I have found some information that will shed some light on why this happend, and why strange things have been happening in teh past few days."

Niven sits a little straighter in his seat and stirs his coffee...

"Hmmmmm," Takeo said. "Yes, that was a very unfortunate event."

Javin nodded, "What kind of information did you find? We've been experiencing some kind of increased terrorist activity recently since Grant's escape."

"First, as you may now, anti-Deazeman sentiments have been high in the recent years, especially since the near war a while back over the execution of 7 elves who had attacked Imitoran Marines. Ever since, certain memebers of the former INSA have regarded Deazeman as a terrorist threat. Motions were put in place that far back to eliminate the Deazemani threat as it was called. Propaganda movements were started in order to rally the people behind the INSA's motives. The terrorist attackk that happned seven months ago that attempted to take former President Ormsby's life was blamed on Deazemani seperatists, and the Deazemani were blamed for everytghin that went wrong in the nation."

She paused in oreder to take a sip of her coffee, and then continued. "The final break down came when an Imitoran Marine picked up an energy based weapon which the Deazemani demanded to be returned. Despite knowledge of possesion of the weapon, the acting presidnet, Glenallen Walken, denied possesion of the weapon, and pushed the Deazemani to insunuate that Imitoran citizens had been killed. Knowing full well that this would convince the people that Deazeman was a rouge nation, and would push for war."

"The war idealology for teh situation was a light ortillery bombardment in order to secure landing sites for an expiditionary landing force. However, orders came through for the full and open orbitall bombardment of the nation resulting in maximum civilian and military casualties."

"This had completed teh mission on the INSA operation to get so called revenge on Deazeman. However, as you know, Imitora was subsequently voted out of the ANH, and the INSA again looked for revenge." She stopped to let everything sh had said sink in. Giovanni winked at her from the back of the room, and gave her the thumbs up sign.

Javin and Kateo each sipped their coffee.

Now things are starting to make a little sense. Javin thought. What better way to get revenge than to free a nation's biggest enemy...

"Most interesting. So do have names to attach to these actions that are happening now, and can we move to stop it ?"

"The idea was simple. Kill off His Royal Higness King James III of Iansisle, Dutchess Elizabeth and Duke John, and a one," she looked at a note pad, "Christin Chaffin, and make it look like a tripple cross. An Efftian killing Elizabeth and James, and an Iansileanian killing Duke John and this Chaffin girl. This no doubtedly would have led to another war in the commonwealth, with the Iansileanians fighting both an attacking Imitoran force as well as an Imitoran supplied Efftian force. However, as you may have heard, in the past few hours, this operation was halted by the actions of an Imitoran Colonial Marine Corps Special Operations Unit." She looked them over, and waited again.

OOC: I dunno about the Katana's, but Niven MIGHT be able to smell gunpowder in the room, as if from a recently fired weapon, but he wont be able to pinpoint the person it is on.

OOC: Javin might, he's former special forces.

OOC: Gotcha

OOC: most likely he will not detect it, but a nice touch !

A cold chill runs down Nivens back Jeff. He shrugs it off and concentrates on the mission at hand.


OOC: I feel a disturbance in the force...:)

OOC: I feel a disturbance in the force...:)

OOC: maaaaaaaaaaaaybe :lol:

"The other act of revenge was to reinstate Generall Grant into power in Larkina. Members of a state sponserd terrorist group known as Black Cell inserted into Larkinia, and freed Grant, as well as supplied him generously. However, we are slowly gaining information on what happened from a captured member of the Black Cell group."

With this, she pulled out a small CD, and walked over to the wall, inserting it into a hidden player. What was shown on the TV screen that now appeared at the front of the room was the purchase record of the Black Cell group. Nuclear weapons, VX nerve gas, robot soldiers, and the like.

Javin looked at the readout.

"Holy sh*t!!" he said. "That's enough to wipe out a big chunk of the country!"

Takeo nodded, "We've got to get this information back to the security teams as soon as possible! before it's too late!"

damn, Niven thought what a waste, killing off a good portion of Larkinia just to get revenge. Freakin idiots

"We need to know where these weapons are before anymore damage is done."

OOC: I'm gonna need about thirty minutes for this next post. Its a biggy. Also, Lark, I hope you dont mind, but I'm gonna RP as your guys just a bit. Don't worry, nothign major, just enough to make it flow smoothly.

OOC: No worries, that will give me a chance to get Jeff where I need him to be. I knew buying that gear from DarkSith would come in handy...

"It's already being handled," Elizabeth said.
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The image was projected onto the helmet screens of the 15 men. All of the men, well, what were once men, wore the MJOLNIR ModBase III armor. They had been trained since birth for actions like this. Well, they had been trained and genetically modified since birth for actions like this.

The Pelican they rode on had to been modified. Exhaust removers had been placed over the engines to make it near invisible to IR search set ups, and a sound dampening technology was in use, making the Pelican inaudible as it slid low over the sands of Larkinia. Radar absorbing material was in use, and the already stealthy ship was even harder to read.

"Right," came the metalic tinged voice of hte lead of the group. "We've been over the plan enough, I think we dont need to go over this anymore. Study the map, we'll be down in 15 minutes. Shoot straight, make every shot count," he said. The group lead was the only one who hadn't been picked from birth to go through the SPARTAN III Program. His body had been found on the shores of what was once Deazeman. The DNA check had identified him as a one Eric 'Hoot' Gibson. Now, he was Operative #4145.

http://www.rainbowsix.org/ghostrecon/other/commandermaps/img/ghostrecon/m05_embassy.jpg
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The gaurd looked out over the horrizon. He pulled a pair of binoculars to his eyes, he could sware something was out there. However, he couldnt swear for long, as a puff of white smoke ment the delivery of a 20mm armor piercing discarding sabot slammed into his mid torso. His falling body would have alerted other gaurds around the mansion, if the fact hadn't been that his body meerly disenegrated. Underneath the wall he was on, 10 men, all invisible thanks to their MJOLNIR III armor's GhostSkin, readied their M5AB and moved through a hole in the wall.

The GhostSkin made the men appear only as an outline aginst the horizon. Due to the attack taking place at night, they were even harder to see as they moved towards the main entry to the mansion. They broke into two five man groups, and one moved towards the rear of the building, avoiding any contact they could. As soon as the first team reached the front door, each men dropped to a knee or prone posisiton.

The team who moved to the rear reached the door. The lead of the team placed a small charge on the center of the door. "Blue in place," he said, over the private chanell.

"Red in place," the lead at the front replied.

"God and angels are all set," the five man sniper team lead replied.

"Go," Operative #4145 said through a helmet mounted mic.
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The door blew open with tremendous force, killing the man who just happned to be standing on the other side. The team moved into the mansion, their view set up to read infared, and picked off targets with burst of 7.62mm Frangible rounds, dropping targets with ease.

One man rounded a corner, and raised a rifle, only to have his face ripped open by the rounds from the M5AB rifle. Another was handled in a similar fasion. The inside of the house was chaos. Rebel troops were being dropped left and right.

The man who was the prime target, one of Grant's head generals, picked up a rifle, and worked towards a door. He wanted out, not to die like this. He hunched over, hoping to not be seen among the falling bodies of his men. However, he suffered the same fate, as 42 7.62mm NATO frangible rounds ripped into him, tearing him to shreads internally, dropping his body.

http://news.gameplay.co.uk/news/994383052/images/larger_rail.jpg
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Outside the building, the sceen was much the same. The troops suddenly appeared, 'uncloaking' and opened fire. The disenters and rebels, suprised by the sudden appearance of the Imitoran SOU, stood litlte chance, and quickly fell to the barrage of the frangible rounds. Those that survived the attacks from the Red and Blue team came under fire from teh sniper teams, the 20mm APDS rounds vaporisng bodies, as well as destroying vehicles that could be used for escape.

Blue team exited the house, and one operative carried the general's limp body over his shoulder. Another carried a small computer floppy. On it was the locations of all the weapons systems that had been sold to Grant.

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Back in Imitora, the entire sceen played out for Javin, Takeo, and Niven, as well as the other men in the room, on a plasma video screen. However, they didnt get to see the gruesomeness of it, as it was all seen from overhead on a heat reading satalite (ala Patriot Games). Little white dots moved across the screen, and other little white dots fell, making it appearent that they were humans, their bodies splayed out. Elizabeth was amazed at teh efficency of at all.

OOC: On a special note, the reason the above post isnt Clany quality is becuase it ate my first post. The original post would have taken a near full page up, not including the pictures. I hate NS. I wasnt it to bleed.

Niven reclined in his chair, this reminded him of his rescue of Jeff....Jeff was heavy on his mind today. Niven would be heading back to the castle as soon as this meeting was over.

"Most enlightening. I assume that this will cause the problems in Larkinia to come to an end ?"

OOC: Sorry the boards ate your post...bad boards very bad boards :)

OOC: The orginal post would have made Clancy jealous. I had communicatio between team members, names, go codes, co-ordinating assaults, everything. It was genious. I hit submit, and it says Invalid session, I click the back button, and its gone...I weeped.

IC:

Thsi time, Giovanni spoke. "I believe so. With the general dead, and his files on disk, I'm sure we can figure out where all the nastiness is comming from. Well, we know where its comming from, so I would say we know where it all is."

OOC: Damn dude, I'm sorry the board ate your post, I can just imagine what the original would have been like.

OOC: Yeah, Like I said, I even re read a chapter from Rainbow 6 to get the full feel for what I was trying to express.

OOC: The other stuff I posted so far was wrapping up loose ends, like the spare dirty bomb that was undiscovered, and the bots moving in on the resort. So, you can also consider that you have the coordinates of the other mansion where the majority of the equipment is still stored. ;)

OOC: Hmmm...Live Wire time...it'll be a bit easier to RP with Modern Tech, suprisngly. Let me find a new map, and I'll start something up.

Nivens private phone rang it was the "you have a message" tone...
"Excuse me for a moment I must take this." He steps into the hall. Returning a few moments later, the color had drained from his face.

" I have to leave, they took Jeff. and something has happed to his wife and children." With that he stands and goes out to the transport that is already preparing for lift off.


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"Jeff?" Giovanni asked looking over at Elizabeth. She simply shrugged, offering a confused look. Giovanni pulled out his phone, and dialed '5' and left the room.

"Mark? Get everyone together. Looks like its time for another joust in the old country. Right. Did ya get the goods? Good. I'll meet ya at the office." He hung up the cellphone, and walked out to a parking lot where a black Ferrari 612 sat, waiting. He didn't know who this Jeff character was, but the Scicillian in him couldnt turn down the family situation. Suddenly, he heard foot steps. He turned, the Berreta 10mm up, to see Javin.

"Mind if I tag along? Got some time in myself. Might be a help."

Giovanni was in no mood to argue, so he nodded to the Ferrari. "Get in, I'll tell ya wahts going on on the way in."

Javin looks at Takeo who nods at him.

He stands up and walks with them, "You guys aren't leaving without me I hope."

The Ferrari shot down the road, taking turns without loosing speed. "So, after alot of little thigns going on, me and my buddy Ryan Roth started up this group. We picked the top shooters from the ICMC, Imitora Federal Crime Division HRT, and local SWAT teams. We dont use native equipment, and dont wear any distinguishing patches. The groups name is Live Wire. While I wish I could give you some cool story about how we got the name, the truth is, we took it from a Mountain Dew can."

By the time Giovanni had fully explained Live Wire to Javin, they had arrived at the Law Offices of Forio and Roth. It was a front for the operation. Giovanni led Javin into the back, where a Pelican drop ship and 12 men waited, all decked out in black assault gear. Giovanni and Javin would change in the flight to Iansisle, where the heavily modified MH-60 Black Hawk waited for them. One of the men walked up to Javin. "M4 or MP5/10?" he asked.

"MP 5/10," Javin said as he suited up.

"Good choice," the man replied, tossing Javin the H&K with an attached silencer, laser dot sight, and Holoscope. Giovanni picked up an identical submachine gun, and entered the Pelican.