NationStates Jolt Archive

Lieutenant Muller calmly reloaded his pistol. The silencer was white hot from the firing. His target, an Ambassador from another country, was running away, blood oozing from the chest wound he'd received.

"Please, I'm begging you! Why are you doing this?"

Muller didn't reply, he levelled his pistol and fired three times more. The Ambassador crumpled to the ground. Muller wiped the gun clean and dropped it next to the body.

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Grimzag was shocked.

"ANOTHER? And we have no idea who's doing it?!"

The messenger shook his head.

"This is going to turn into a very bad situation..."

OOC: Someone can RP that it was their Ambassador who was murdered...

OOC-Looks Good, I'llTake it

POsting Soon.

Jack Deene sat in his BMW Z4 driving into work. It was sunny Wednesday morning in Pablicosta City. As he approached the entrance toll booth to the inner city he turned down his radio and felt arround his pocket. he pulled out £1.50 in loose change and put the rest back. The green lights above the road flashed as Jack slowed down and stopped beside the bright yellow booth. He reached out accross the car, which had the roof down, and dropped his change onto the metal plate. A spotty young man with greasy hair looked back and squeeked at him;
"Its £2.00 Now Sir"
Jack looked up a little puzzled and then reached into his pocket and pulled another coin out.
Two Pounds, there you go"
"Thank You Sir
The Toll worker pusheds the money into the collector and tapped a button allowing Deene's car to pass through. As he drove away he flicked the knob on the dashboard and the radio began to stream back into his ears.
"Hello Your Listening to Radio 6, exclusivly for Pablicosta City. Now its 10:30, and time to check out the nes with Katy Andrews"
"Good Morning, and Thank you Geoff. Now today I bring you shocking news that Ambassador George Winnifred has been found dead in Dregruk whilst on a state visit. Mr Winnifred was promoting Pablicosta as a tourist destination after last years terrorism spree damaged the market. The Ambassasor's body was found in a long ally-way in somewhere in Dregruk with a long trail of blood close by aswell as a silver pistol. Police have only confirmed that it was Mr Winnifred that has died, but given us no other information. We'll keep you updated on that story throughout the next three hours. Now in other news.."
The radio kept talking but Jack had stopped listening. His mind was filled with thoughts, but not one of them he could decode into his own understanding. He pulled up into the car park and stopped the engine.
Jack Deene was Winninfred's brother who had changed his name with marriage to his wife Delila. Jack wiped the tear whch was begining to falld own his cheek and stepped out of his car-locking it with the remote.
He walked away and buzzed against the large glass doors of The Ministries Office. The door beeped and clicked open, allowing Jack to walk through. He used the lift rather than the stairs to go down to the Investigations office of The Foreign Affairs and Investigations Ministry building. As the doors opened nobody was at their desks busying away as usual at 10:35 in the morning. Instead he could just see their heads heads in the meeting room-with the boss Kris Thompson pointing to the digital whiteboard. As he neered the room he began to bring all his emotions togethor and wiped his eyes once more. He opened the light wooden door and stepped into the meeting room as everyone looked arround to see him. His close friends Jackie, Dave and Mike and the rest of the team, George, Damian, Harry and Fiona all looked at him with a "I don't know what to say" look on their faces.
Kris walked closer to Jack and spoke to him;
"Jack, I know how close the two of you were. Its OK. You go home, take some time off, we'll manage without you for a while?" he smiled gently at Jack with an element of Understanding on his face. Thompson had lost his brother too. Jack remembered hearing that Phill Thompson had been the victim of a vicous terrorist attack in the summer of 2003-but Kris had managed to keep going, just got on with it. But everyday Jack saw the raw emotion inside him breaking out and a tear roll down his face.
Jack looked back, firmly into Kris' eyes and spoke;
"No Kris, this is my brother-I promised him I'd allways be there for him, him being dead doesn't stop that-I'm going to work on this case. I owe it to George."
Kris' looked beat and only replied with an
"
OK" before stepping to the front again. Jack took a seat and began looking at the papers and slides on the small desks.

Warchief Grimzag was summoned to the offices of High Punisher Hrrachen, along with other key members of the military, social departments and foreign relations. He stood next to the promising young Lieutenant Muller.

They stood in front of Hrrachen's finely varnished oak desk.

"This is bad news, gentlemen. This Ambassador getting himself killed... we need answers. Miss Sampson," He said, looking at the official from the social dept. "How has the public reacted to this?"
"We have kept this under tight wraps. We think we should have more answers before we disclose any information, sir."

Hrrachen nodded.

"And Mr. Herlam, you said you had news that concerned us all?" Said Hrrachen to the balding man from foreign relations.
"Yessir. It seems the gentleman who was murdered has a brother in the nation of Pablicosta. The brother is conducting an investigation into the murder, and will probably be on his way here by now."

Hrrachen nodded again.

"And finally, Warchief Deathjaw; what on earth are we to do about all this?"

Grimzag flexed his arms, loosening his brawny muscles.

"This is a big problem. If things go out of hand, I think a war could be on the horizon. Now, Dregruk's military is one of the finest in the world, but a war would be costly. At the moment, I think we should try to help this guy from Pablicosta flush out the killer. This is where Lt. Muller here comes in."

Muller nodded to everyone present.

"Lt. Muller has proven to be a competent Lieutenant, and very good at PR. It is my wish that he be allowed to head a team of soldiers (Of his choice) to assist the guy from Pablicosta."

Jack had left the meeting with a vengance to his brother's killer, but by the time he was on the plane he began to relax. The news had sunk in, and he was begiing to think like a machine about the killing.
he had with him a small set of photos of the area in which George had been killed, or taken his own life. He scrutenised them with a pocket microscope and eventually saw the trail of blood for himself.
"He was running!"
he said to himself, a little to loudly for the stewerdes' likeing as she glared st him with burning green eyes.
The plain touched down rather harshly, apperently due to the mild breeze outside but nevertheless Jack Deene arrived safely in Dregruk. As he made his way through the arrivals rooms he couldn't help but be impatient to get to the site of death. Jack eventualy found himself outside in the chilly breezes, but he was prepared. His car was warm inside, but he didn't feel comfortable. Maybe it was because he wasn't driving? or maybe something more instinctive-no-one really knows.
The car pulled up to entrance to the ally pretty slowly, as a police officer approached the window.

"Crime scene, sir. Please turn around and... oh. I'm sorry sir." The officer stepped back and waved the car through. He picked up his radio and squeezed the action.

"Boss, the brother is on his way."

30 metres away, Muller heard the warning.

"OKAY folks, the brother is on his way. Remember, we don't know who the Hell did this. If any of you slip up, I will shoot you myself."

The group of MPs cackled, but stopped when they saw the car approaching.

Jack opened his door cautiosly and stepped out. He looked arround him and eventually saw a group of men approaching.

"Which one of you is Muller?"
He spoke with authority, even though he had none in this sitiation. His eyes were cast accross the group of men.
"No Reply? Well I guess its you then"
He snapped looking at Muller.
[i]"Now, To be honest I don't care about you or you'r men-so thats out in the open we can get on. Now, who killed my brother?"
That was the first time in the day he had said it like that. "Who...Killed...BROTHER" The words rushed arround his head and he had to shut his eyes momentarrily to keep his authoritarian appearance form crumbling with the tear which would surely fall from his cheek to the cold road.

Muller sighed.

"We feel very bad about your loss. However, at this time we have absolutely no idea who killed your brother. Also, Warchief Deathjaw said I was to send you to see him as soon as you arrived. Well, the driver knows the way."

"And rest assured, we'll find whoever killed your brother, and we'll tell you of whatever we discover ASAP."

The now a little shaky Deene turned back to Muller and couldn't speak.

"O...O-K"

He thought to himself as he sat back into the car,
"Is that all you could come up with, damned itiot, O-K! Stupid Man"

The car drove smoothly towards the Warcheifs location, but the tinted windows would not let Jack see where he was.

Gee, they really know how to treat a guy eh? he thought, but kept smiling to please the driver.

Eventualy the slick white car rolled to a halt on some rough gravel and the driver opened the door for Jack again. He stepped out and looked accross his surroundings, he didn't like it. Something fishy. His natural instsinct as an investigator kept his mind of George's death, and made him think abbout this "deathjaw" Character.
"Definatly not gonna be a nice guy" he thought to himself, letting out a rare chuckle.

Then from the steps infront of him approached a man...

"Hello, sir. I assume you are Mr. Deene?"

Deene nodded carefully.

"My name is Brecht. Warchief Deathjaw sent me to find you." Brecht's voice dropped to a conspiritorial whisper, "Warchief Deathjaw is one mean guy, if you get on the wrong side of him. He's also very blunt, so don't be surprised about it, if it happens." Brecht's voice raised again.

"Please follow me then, Mr Deene."

Brecht turned around and walked through the huge oak doors that lead into Dregruk's centre of Government, a marble and wood style of building with more rooms than a fancy high-rise condo.

Brecht stopped outside a set of black doors with a skull emblazoned on them.

"Good luck..." He muttered, before walking away.

A tiny speck of red light floats through the city- one of the spies of Kazar-Tiyon. There are more of around here than there would usually be, since he is in the general area...
OOC: In other words, "Interesting. I'll have to keep an eye on this."

Jack approached the doors and stopped,

"Do I go in? Do I stay?"
He wondered to himself.
But, as if by some wierd phenomonon the doors were opened , and there stood a man...

OOC-I can;t say much right now 'cause, well its you'r bit...

Grimzag stood with his arms folded, watching Deene carefully.

"You the bloke from Pablicosta? Yeah, you look like him. In case you hadn't guessed, we had your record pulled. Just for safety. Anyhow, come in here. It seems we've got some political crap to talk about."

Grimzag walked round a desk and sat down in a plush leather chair, and rested his boots on the table. He motioned to a chair opposite him.

"Okay... first of all we're very disturbed by this murder. This would be the third in the last three weeks, and we still have no idea who's doing it. Now. The political crap. While you're in Dregruk, you are to remain with a member of security for protection. In case the security is killed, I'm supposed to protect you... umm..." Grimzag reached into his weapons cabinet and slid a Glock-17 across the desk to Deene.

"Next, we take no responsibility for any harm that may come to you if you are not with your security. Unless the security has been killed, in which case you become our number one priority."

Grimzag looked at his watch.

"Well, you're just in time for a pint. Coming?"

OOC: Pab, you're back up...

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Toodles!

:!: :!: Say all you corrupt nations out there, want to join a Psychopathic led and hell-ridden region? Then join the region of Shibby :twisted: , already containing four nations, just post your replys and let us check out your nations. We'll notify you if you are to be accepted. :!: :!:
Toodles!

Well, I think we can ignore that... any other spammers that try to advertise in this thread will be reported to the Mods.

"Well, you're just in time for a pint. Coming?"

Jack looked at the pistol lying infront of him, and then back at Grimzag.
"Thanks, but I carry my own"
He opens his jacket revealing a custom pistol, forged beautifully. Then lifting his jacket a little he shows Grimzag his P-94R, a rapid fire pistol, for emergencies.
"A nice gun, y'think"
He laughs to Grimzag and shoves the new pistol into his other pocket.
"Never to safe eh? Now, what about this pint"
He stands and tidies himself up and waits for Grimzag...

Grimzag nodded and walked out his office.

"There's a good pub in the basement of this building... serve the best beer I've ever tasted." He said over his shoulder.

--

Grimzag pushed open a door that had "The Hybrid" written on it, revealing a crowded pub full of soldiers. As he made for the bar, all the soldiers saluted and moved out the way to let him pass.

OOC: Can I RP as an investigator from the 5CN whose investigating the murder of one of 5CN's ambassadors? If yes, regard my post below...

IC:

Major Thomas Dassal stood waiting at attention inside the massive Military Citadel, outside of the door leading into the office of the Defense Minister, Grand Marshal Rayus Noventa.

A secretary opened the door and gestured for the major to follow her. The secretary led Major Dassal through a waiting room, a conference room, and into the office of the Minister. After Dassal walked in, the secretary walked out of the office, closing the door behind her. Dassal saluted.

The aging war hero Rayus Noventa stood, shook Dassal's hand, and gestured for him to sit down.

"Ah, Major Thomas Dassal, you're right on time. I have a new assignment for you..."

"Sir, what assignment is this?" Dassal asked.

"You remembered the incident two years ago, when the 5CN ambassador to Dregruk, Louis Petain, was killed?"

"Yes sir," Dassal responded puzzled.

"You are to while undercover to investigate Petain's death. As you already know, two days ago, the Pablicostan ambassador to Dregruk was killed. I believe that this murder and the death of our ambassador two years ago is related..."

"I see sir..."

"You are authorized to use all force necessary. I have a hunch that the government of Dregruk is behind this actions, so we are not informing Dregruk of your mission... That means if you are caught, we do not know who you are... Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir..."

"Good, you are dismissed... A car will be waiting outside, with all the equipment you need... You'll board a Boeing 7E7 in two hours and head towards Dregruk. Dismissed."

Dassal snapped a salute and exited the office. Outside the Military Citadel, he boarded the car, heading for the airport...

OOC: Aye, please join in! BTW, you'll be landing at Ghastopol (Dregruk's Capitol) International Airport. Bear in mind that all the airports in Dregruk have armed soldiers at every exit... so no funny stuff. Apart from that, have fun!

Jack follows Grimzag into the corwdee bar and passes through the corridor of soldiers, forcing a smile onto his face as he goes.
"Looks like these guys know you? Ha. Now, make sure I don't have too many?"
Jack steps to the bar and watches the barmaid approach.
"So, Grimzag, if I may call you that? What do you know about my brother's death?"
Again Jack had to blink harshly to stop the tears, just thinking that his Brother was dead, his childhood companion, confidént, friend-gone.

Grimzag noted the way Deene tried to avoid showing his emotions. It was a smart thing to do: in Dregruk, signs of fear, mercy or pain in a man without having a bullet in him was seen as cowardrice.

"Like I said, we don't know who did it, nor if he's even in the country. But, what we do know, is that your brother was shot repeatedly. About 3 times in the back (Which makes the forensics guys think he was fleeing) and once in the chest. Whoever did it, they either didn't know who they were shooting or didn't give a crap."

Grimzag took a slog of his beer.

At the airport, Major Dassal boarded a 5CN-Global Traveler Airline 7E7 bound for Ghastopol International Airport. All Major Dassal was carrying was an attache case containing false papers and a key to a special safe in 5CN's Embassy in Ghastopol.

Thomas Dassal mulled over his plans for a second and taking a quick sip of his cup of tea, settled down in his seat in first class and began watching the new LOTR movie, The Return of the King. Pretty soon, he had fallen asleep...

Two hours later, the 7E7 taxied to a stop at Ghastopol International Airport and connected to the International Arrivals Terminal. Major Dassal stepped out and headed straight for immigration. After a cursory scan at his papers, the immigrations officer admitted Dassal into the country. Dassal walked out into the Arrivals Hall and was accosted by two men in suits.

One of the suits spoke up, "Are you Sergei Prokov?" referring to Dassal's alias.

Dassal nodded.

"Well then, follow me..."

The two suits led Dassal aboard a stretched limousine carrying the current Ambassador to Dregruk and the Security Chief of the Ghastopol Embassy.

The three men shoke hands. Dassal settled down in a seat facing the two bureaucrats. The security chief went straight to business.

"We do not know how the previous ambassador, Louis Petain, was murdered. All we found was a pool of blood diluted by water on his bed..."

Dassal thought quietly, while he digested the information.

The security chief continued, "We believe that it was done by someone who knew the entire layout of our embassy, including sewers and such. The only people who do are the Dregruk government and myself."

Dassal considered quietly and suddenly remembered Noventa's admonitions about the corruption within the Dregruk government.

The rest of the journey to the embassy passed uneventfully...

Private Yarson hated his job. Every minute of every day, he was payed a miniscule amount to watch some foreigner for 3 days... who was this latest guy? Sergei Prokov?

He picked up his radio when he saw Prokov walk out of the terminal at the airport and get into a limo. As per usual, he would follow the limo...

OOC: A soldier tailing? :lol:

Jack stares into his glass for a moment, and then looks back to Grimmzag;
"I think tomorrow I'l check this out for myself, if thats ok with you and your guys?"
He takes a drink and lifts his glass, reading the imprint, then turning back to Grimzag.
"When I arrived I saw a guy, Muller he said, well I'd like to talk toh im. I get the feeling he knows a lot more about this situation than you or I do"

OOC: Dregruk has no police force; the country uses Military Personnel instead...

IC:

Grimzag stared into his empty glass for a moment before saying, "Muller is a good soldier. If he knew something, he'd have told me as soon as he found out. But all the same, knock yourself out. I'll come with you, I s'pose."

"I say nothing against the man, but I do get the feeling he knows something, anything. Oh, and don't think I'm making you come, if you have more-pressing issues to deal with?"

Grimzag shook his head.

"Nope. Everything's been quiet for a few weeks now... plus this whole situation takes extreme priority. If we don't do anything then we could have a war on our hands."

Grimzag stood up and began heading for the exit.

"You're free to stay where ever you want, as long as it's within the city limits. And try to stay out of trouble."

Jack stands and stretches out his hand,
"Thanks, I should have a c hopper waiting arround here somewhere. I guess I'l see you some other time."
He then walks through the doors and heads up the stairs.

--Somewhere in the Ghastopol underground--

Lieutenant Muller sat in his chair, surrounded by his loyalist cronies.

"Okay lads, you know the plan: We set up the Warchief and the guy from Pablicosta in some crime or another. While the country is in shock, we hi-jack one of the nukes." Muller's voice dropped disturbingly low, "Then we cleanse this god-forsaken planet of the scum..."

OOC: I'm sure y'all understand this (Being good RPers), but all the same: None of our characters know about this. At all. Ever.

The limousine stopped in front of the massive building housing the Embassy of the Five Civilized Nations. Major Dassal got out of the limo and followed the Ambassador and the Security Chief into the building... They waited in the lobby for the elevator. The door opened and they stepped in. Moments later, they wre on the top of the building. Dassal stepped out and glanced around. He noticed a helipad and three lethal looking helicopters. Following the security chief, Dassal walked near the closest helicopter, an AH-76R Cheyenne. A security officer confronted them with a heavy satchel, which he proffered to Dassal. Dassal took the satchel and opened it, revealing a large amount of weaponry. Nodding, Dassal and one of the Ambassador's aides stepped into the helicopter.

Moments later, the helicopter rose into the air, bound for a helipad owned by 5CN's Crusade Corporation, near the center of Ghastopol, where the government buildings were located.

OOC: I'm sure y'all understand this (Being good RPers), but all the same: None of our characters know about this. At all. Ever.

What, not even when the nues have been detonated? That sucks. Lol.

Jack had found his choper and was no hovering above the city. He had been joined by David Springfellow, his friend and fellow investigator.
"I need to see Muller" Yelled Jack, "Absoloutly have to, if this is going to work we have to get close to him..."
David looked back. "He's a military legend over here, we won't be able ot just befriend him that easily"
Jack was thinking hard, "It cant be that hard, we have all the info we could ever need, and Intel are 98% sure he killed my brother. I don't care if its easy or not, we have to get in with him. You have his number?"
David fumbled in his jeans pocket and picked out a piece of paper torn from a notepad.
"Here"
Jack looked and typed in the number to his mobile.
"Hello, Muller? This is Jack Deene, I' like to meet you tomorow night to talk about this case, get a drink down at estelles?"

Muller agreed to the meeting, then hung up. He pondered to himself for half an hour, drumming his fingers on his chin. Perhaps there was some way he could... manipulate this situation. Make his plan move forward a few weeks...?

He finally decided that the sooner the better.

"Hello, Warchief Deathjaw? Yes, it's Lieutenant Muller here. Oh, the investigation is coming along well, sir, but that's what I'm phoning about. I think I may have found out something. We need to talk. No, in person, I mean. How about 'Estelles'? Get a drink? No, I don't think 'The Hybrid' would be a wise choice. Too many soldiers could hear. I'll tell you what this is all about tomorrow at 'Estelles'." He hung up and leaned back in his chair, feeling somewhat pleased with himself.

OOC: Uh, Pab, you're up...

OOC-I know, I posted but it came up with the "Page Not Found" error :x

IC-

Jack sat in the chopper as it closed in towards the Embassy office, waiting for the touchdown. Three men with sub machine guns slung arround them waited for him, and as he watched them the choppere thumped against the floor. He rocked from his seat and dropped his gun.
"Git!" he called to the pilot, with a tone of sarcasm. As he gt out of the heli he was escorted imediatly to his suité.
"Here you go sir, suité 2-have a nice night"
Jack nodded and handed the guard a £5 note before walking hastily through the door. He locked the door harshly and took out his mobile, keying in the number 07758 568545

"Hello?" The voice answered, it was a rugged voice, male.
[i]"Tom, how y'doin? its Jack"
"Jack! I thought you were dead you aint called for so long! hows it goin?"
"Its going fine Tom, but I got some big news"
"Go on..."
"Well...Tommorow night I got a meeting with Muller"
"Great! How you gonna play it?"
"For now, I need him to get friendly"
"What d'ya meen for now Jack?"
"Well the second before I pop a bullet through his chest I don't think were gonna be best friends!"
"Oh, see your point Jack, Ha. So, when ya gonna show him what the bad side of hell looks like"
"Whoa Tom!? I think he's allready seen Grimzag Deathjaw! Ha ha"
"ha, ha ha, seriously though Jack, when?"
"In good time Tom, I need him to be my friends before I try anything"
"Sure, do it your way"
"You know I will"
"I know I know, You know I know"
"I know, Ha. Ok Tom, I gotta go"
"Ok Jack, Oh Wait"
"What?!"
"Intel, Jackie and Gerry found out some more info, 99% sure it was Muller who's been killing, and certain he's working for the governement, or just Deathjaw"
"Ok Tom, I got it-now I'l call soon"
"Sure Jack, oh, and please, don't die!"
"not in the immediate plan Tom, C'ya"
Jack hangs up and goes to bed.

--The next day at "Estelles"--

Muller had his civilian clothing on. It would be best to avoid as much attention as possible in this situation. With a nod to the waiter, he slid into a corner booth, and remained hidden there.

--

Grimzag walked into 'Estelles', wearing his military jacket, covered in medals from all over the world. He looked around the restaurant, before sitting down at a table. He raised an eyebrow when he saw Deene walking in, before waving him over.

"Hey, you seen Muller lately? He was meant to be meeting me here."

"Yeah, he's just...Hold on, Muller's meant to be meating me today, here, at Estelles?!"
Jack discreeetly cocks his pistol and holds inside his long draping jacket. He could tell something was wrong with this situation.
"Come'on" Jack said as he looked at Grimzag, painfull as it was. The pair walked over to the corner booth and took a eat, facing Muller. He still had one hand on his gun.
"Muller, what the fuck is going on?!?!", Jack refrained from shouting, but wasn't calm either-he forced the words out.

Muller realised he needed to twist the situation again, seeing as his original plan had backfired. He switched to plan B.

"I invited you both here because I think we've got some pretty strong evidence as to who killed Mr. Deene's brother. I've got fingerprints, CCTV footage... you name it, I've got it." Muller turned to look at Grimzag.

"These gentlemen will take you away, Chief."

Grimzag's features formed into a cold, vicious glare as a heavy hand came down on his shoulder. He looked to the side and saw a team of MPs waiting to take him away.

"And as for you, Mr. Deene... we've got as much evidence on you as we have on Deathjaw here. A clever trick, I must admit, recruiting the Warchief of Dregruk to kill your own sibling."

Muller stood up.

"Nighty-night..." He muttered, as he fired two tranquilizer darts into the two men in front of him.

As the men slumped into unconciousness, Muller handed out some orders for them to be taken into custody. Grimzag and Jack were hauled out the restaurant and into the back of a waiting military vehicle (After having their weapons removed, obviously...).

Jack awoke slouched in the back of some vehicle or other.
He fealt tired and dazed, and his eyes were heavy. When he finally brought his eyes to focus Jack saw a figure infront of him, Deathjaw.
"D, D Deathjaw?"
Thats all he could say before he worked out what was wrong.
"Muller!"He shouted as he stood up and leant against the wall.
He sorted his footing out and began to look out of the tiny window in the rear of the vehicle. Looking down he could see another car, the only one for a while back. It was black with slightly tinted windows, and the angle on which jacks tood allowed him to see through it.
The driver was David Springfellow, and he seemed to have the rest of the team with him.
Jenny, Franky and Harry, the other operatives working to bring Muller down.
Springfellow winked at Jack as the military vehicle picked up speed a little, bumping over a rock.
The bump awoke Deathjaw who was still down.

Grimzag woke up and instantly began shouting and hitting stuff.

"THAT LITTLE PIECE OF SH*T MULLER! I'M GONNA TEAR HIS NUTS OFF AND FEED 'EM TO HIM! I'LL TEAR HIS SPINE OUT HIS BACK AND IMPALE HIS F*CKIN' HEAD ON IT!!!"

He looked up and saw Muller looking at him through a perspex pane of glass.

"Now, now. Be a good prisoner, now. We don't want to have to sedate you, do we?" He said mockingly.

Grimzag stood up and glared through the window at Muller.

"You're a dead man. You set me up, and that's gonna cost you. I don't care how long it takes, how many bullets I'll have to take. But I'll get you, and you'll wish you were never born."

Muller paled, before saying, "That's no way to speak to the new Warchief of Dregruk."

The truck slowed as they approached Dregruk's Punishment Tower, where all major criminals were put to their death.

Ignoring Deathjaw's actions jack continued watching the back of the truck, looking up and down, round and round.
After a few minutes, as the truck turned in he heard a faint sound of rotar blades punding, and coming closer, closer.
From what he could see it had stopped above the tower as the side doors slid open. Through it Jack could only see one figure, standing beside a large turret like siloute, but he was sure there would be more, and he was right.
Out of Jack's sight a second chopper was allowing 15 armed Special Forces men to slide down ropes onto the area surrounding the tower.

They had their weapons drawn and aimed towards various points, some aiming to the truck, some at the tower waiting for guards to emerge.

The truck stopped suddenly, clearly the driver had seen the two choppers-summened when Jack Deene was unable to send his half hourly safety signal.
The group of Special Forces, clad in black suits ready to take on any resistance, approached the truck, surroudning it in a semi-circle.

"Muller, we know your plan now. Hand over Jack Deene and the rightfull Warcheif of Dregruk immediatly or face fire"

The call was repeated twice more as the group waited for a responce.

"YOU FOOLS!" Shouted Muller, "YOU CAN'T STOP WHAT HAS BEGUN! MY MEN HAVE ALREADY SECURED THIS PITIFUL COUNTRIES NUCLEAR WEAPONS!" Muller calmed down and checked his watch, "And in half an hour the launch will happen. Now, you could stay here and try to convince yourselves that I am actually important, or you could try to stop my men from starting the apocalypse. The clock is ticking..."

OOC: I want Muller to escape here, he's got a few more uses...

OOC-Ok

IC

"Release Jack Deene and Grimzag Deathjaw immediatly!" Called one of the five remaing special forces units as the other ten, along with the othe chopper took off and spead to the north.

----> 15 minutes---->

Onboard the chopper

"Take us down, they must be using that van"

Below them they could see a huge wharehouse alongside a bunker which had a black van parked outside. The chopper leveled off at arround 15 feet as men began leaping out, touching down on the ground to roll and sprint towards the van.

"Empty, Damnit, they must be inside. Lets go!"

The group loaded up their weapons and began to run towards the large mechanical doors leading inside the bunker.

"Anyone know the code? No,. well lets do this my way"
The lead troops fired a round into the controll pannel sending a few sparks flying, but more importantly releasing the lock on the doorway. the men begin to heave the sliding door open and slip underneath it into the Nuclear Storage Bunker.

Muller grunted and pressed the button on the dashboard of the van, opening the doors behind Grimzag and Jack. He then jumped into the driver seat and drove as fast as he could away.

Grimzag watched him go, before turning to the troops that had freed him.

"Gun. Ammo. Now." He said with authority.

--At the Nuclear Weapons Bunker--

Muller's team stood around the massive juggernaut-class nuclear weapon.

One man whistled, and said, "Enter the codes."

Another man walked over to the terminal and started pressing in the complex code he had written down on a piece of paper.

The same thing was happening all around the bunker, over 50 different nukes being readied for launch.

The troops heard three loud beeps signalling the nuclear activation.

Shit, we cant stop them now-we have to pull the plug. Chris, wheres the power supply???? CHRIS!?"

Power supply, power supply, downstair, Basement 4 is the main inlet

lets go there then, get raedy for trouble boys. We'l take the stairs

The men began leaping down the stairs, some choosing to run some grapple hooking the bannister and rope sliding down.

Floor B4 Read the first officer out loud. The double doors had a surgical cleanliness about them , and said alot about the inside of the room.
When they stepped inside they saw a large cylindricar object, which they identified as a power storage unti and four huge wires leading through the wall.
This si it. how do we shut this thing down Frank?

There are two ways sir, the long way and the quick way. Which one?

I want better than quick, I want Insan fucking tanius Frank!

Right you are. Gerry, explosives please.

A short man handed over a ruck sack which contained a few explosive pack, each powerfull enough to blow straight through a 17 inch Steel wall. Frank placed one charge on each of the four wires and stopped,.
When I press this button, run!
The team nodded and Frank tapped each little red button, making a number flash on the digital screen.
00:25
00:24
00:23

The team ran and began to sprint up the staircase at top speed. Before they got to the top they heard a tremendous explosion. They turned and began running back down to check the damage.

Grimzag walked up behind the team who were assessing the damage to the power supply.

"You do know that you took out one of the 7 power supplies, right? The bozos in there can still launch."

He pulled back the action on the assault rifle he'd been handed, "I think we oughtta do this the old-fashioned way, right?"

He set about checking all his equipment was in place; and he was definately a fearsome sight: An M-4 in one hand, a Colt Revolver in the other, a dozen throwing knives in his belt and enough ammo to wage a war on a small country for three years.

"Are you coming, lads?"

Thomas Dassal piloted his AH-76 Cheyenne towards the suspected location of the nuclear silos. His Cheyenne cruised at 300 kilometers per hour, twenty meters above the ground. Dassal's navigator/gunnery officer scanned the terrain to find the probable location of the nuclear silos.

The group momentarily look at each other before jogging off behind Grimzag, holding their weapons in an aimed position.

[sorry, not much time]

OOC: Sorry, I'm going to enjoy my holiday for a wee while longer... so I'll try and post soon.

OOC: Sorry, I'm going to enjoy my holiday for a wee while longer... so I'll try and post soon.

Yeah sure, I;m at my Dads in Sheffield untill the new Year anyhow so my RP'ing will be a little less untill then. Maybe we could resume in 2004?

Sounds like a plan... okay, this thread is paused until 2004. Have a happy new year, everyone!

Sounds like a plan... okay, this thread is paused until 2004. Have a happy new year, everyone!


Sorted. Have a Happy new Year Dregrek & Five Civilized Nations!

OOC: Happy New Year everyone! 2004 is here, and so the RP resumes!

IC:

Grimzag clicked back the hammer on his revolver and kicked open the door to the main area of the silo.

The silo was a massive underground facility, with steel walls and walkways that teetered dangerously over vast chasms. To top it all, massive nuclear missiles could be seen down at the bottom of the silo, with emergency ladders leading down to them.

Of course, Grimzag didn't bother admiring the complex: A split second after he opened the door, he fired the revolver in his left hand into a nearby corrupt soldier's head, splattering fleshy bits all over the terminal he was using.

His right hand was holding an M4 assault rifle, which was blazing away into another squad of troops. He reveled the satisfying kick that the rifle made every time a round was fired, how it thudded against his arm as it spat out death to the hapless troopers who were desperately trying to raise their rifles. Bullets tore through them, and Grimzag yelled in a wild frenzy of carnage, "HAHAHAHAHAHA! EAT WHITE HOT DEATH!!!"

And his rifle sang on the steady beat of *BUDDABUDDABUDDABUDDABUDDA*...

The soldiers stood beside the wall as Deathjaw fired round after round into corupted troops. They could not enter for his body was right beside the door.
The leader of the group lead out to the right, along a corridor and through a second doorway. They emerged right behind where the enemy were regrouping in mass to face Grimzag.
They snook in to the back of the room and checked their rifles waiting for the moment.
Seconds passed.
Then, the mass of troops sprang out from behind the partitioning wall to open fire on Deathjaw, as they did they were swarmed by a hail of automatic rifle ,round after round penetrating deep within their ranks. Many fell immediatly to the hard ground giving off a thud, but some survived the wrath of troops for a few moments more. The Pablicostan troops advanced on the survivors, stepping over the bodies which lay strewn accross the battlefield. The few living men were mostly wounded, but still made a desperate attempt to reach for rifles.
Some felt more cold bullets driving through their open flesh and piercing their organs, others mearly noticed the thud of a rifle but as it crashed against their skull or gut.

When the thin screen of smoke from the sustained small arms fire ended, Grimzag looked over the carnage. Corpses were lying everywhere, riddled with holes. Some parts of the walkway were drenched in blood.

"Okay lads, we don't have time to admire our work. We've got a war to stop." He said, as he charged off towards the main missile depot.

OOC: I'll post something tomorrow... My computer access is very limited as I'm in my aunt's house in Boston until tonight...

OOC: This... thread... must... not... die! (Post FCN, post! We're so nearly finished!)

(OOC: I thought I posted... The forum must have eaten it. GOD DAMN'T STUPID FORUM!!!)

OOC: Then post now, before it's too late!