NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC: Ok just a few points.
This is my first RP so I would appreciate anyones help.
As you no doubt can tell I am crap at spelling so please don't post comments just complaining about it.
Anyone can join- and the storyline is very flexible (due to the fact I don't really know where it is going) so you can make up whatever really (except anything absurb)
This is a Space AND Modern friendly forum.

IC:

3 operatives in black jumped through the window and hit the ground. The leader made some signals to move off as planed and they seperated. Once the area was clear one of them moved to the back wall which had a fireplace. He then flicked a switch which opened a trapdoor in the floor under the rug. Lifting it up he saw the object, and muttered 'Jesus Christ...' Collecting it they then all moved out.

3 weeks later...

'Welcome to Snowball Auctions sir, your seat is to your left'. Connor Grant, dressed in a sharp black suit had a look around him. The man had pointed him to a wooden seat next to a potplant. The entire room was richly decorated in wood panels, paintings and priceless pieces. Snowball Auctions was THE auctionhouse in Vandenhoogenban. On the raised floor was old telephones manned by staff talking to clients that hadn't come in person. The auctioneer was jolly as always and the room had an air of excitement in it- todays auction of just one piece was going to be amazing. Other people started to come into the room......

Members from Vandenhoogenban's elite started to mingle in. Members of government, diplomaits from other countries and the socialites of the day. Much hushed conversasion was goin on between small little groups and the sercurity staff casually looked over the crowd. Grant was alone having one a free drink while thinking about the last thing he had been told. 'Buy it, no mater what....'

20 Operatives sit themselves on top of the roof after their heli drop went perfectly, still un noticed.
The operatives are members of "The Pheonix", a group of the Pablicosta'n military that seperated froem the mainstream years ago and has now turned militant, against anyone-general hell raisers.
They are dressed in black jump suits and ballaclava's, holding an UZI in one hand and a rope in the other.
The other end of the rope was connected to the roof, just above the glass windows.
The windows were at such an angle that no-one could actually see through them, but gave enough space for the men to jump through.
But first, the guards must be dealt with, their bodies atleast.
Shuffling their bodies to the edge of the building, two operatives kicked them in the gut and they fell. Right down into the river, one smashed his head on the side first, but no doubt he was allready dead.
When the two bodies had completely dissapeared, they once again sat at the window, checked their wepaons and rope, and then ...

... Then they jumped through window, and gliding vertically down to the ground, landing in the isle between the bidders, although some llanded on the upper floow, they all drew their weapons, and stood, waiting for the movement.

The hall was getting very full and almost all of the chairs were taken. Waiters continued to do the rounds serving hourve du voirs and drinks. As the time approached for the auction the excitment increased to levels the auction hadn't seem since the sale of letters between the ex Vice President and the wife of a CEO. The guards, moslty 50 plus semi retired men were as complacent as ever, just looking over the crowd to make sure no 'undesirables' made it into the hall.

Out the back though it was a different story, 5 elite men were guarding the object with high powered pistols. Sone the auction would be done and there job finished.

At the same time the limo of the top diplomait in the country speed towards the Auctionhouse, after just finding out what was for sale. The same orders had been issued to him 'Buy it, no matter what'

OOC: I need some help on actuelly what the object is. I want it to be something important related to a few other countries that would have far reaching consequences, and quite a bit of power to whoever owned it. Also it would be good if people picked up some of the roles such as this diplomiat and other people. I will do Grant, the auctioneer and the government of Vandenhoogenban

OOC-You might wanna rp a reeaction to bunch of militants jumping through the roof?

OOC: Hah! sorry I didn't read that very well. I have to go unfortunately but I will post in a few hours.

A women screamed, someone dropped a glass to add to the mess on the floor, absolute choas. Blood dribbled of people's faces where the glass had cut them. The sercurity guards looked stunned.

The auctioneer calmy said 'Who are you and what do you want?', while at the same time pressing a small button under the lectern to alert the emergancy to the police.

Grant thought 'Looks like Im not the only one who has my eye on the piece'.

The elite guard started to take positions after hearing the breaking glass and also hissed into the radio 'backup, we need backup!'.

One of the guest started to talk 'Look you crazy bastards!, do you know how many police will be here whe' before a burst of bullets ripped through his chest and he collasped to the floor.