NationStates Jolt Archive


Drug Raid

New York and Jersey
16-12-2003, 05:15
A tank as the instrument of the law isnt taking the delicate process to solving crime. Crime is like surgery, we need a scalpel and with tanks we have not that but a chainsaw. -City Council Benard Newicky

The blue and white M551 Sheridan Light Tank rolled forward slowly, marked off with the symbol of the NYPDs Tank Unit, the light tank stopped several blocks away from its intended target. A building which was a notorious haven for several local drug dealers. For the first time in years officers of the NYPD were warned against entering the neighborhood after a certain hour. That never went on for much long however and as soon as informants pointed the police in the right direction raiding teams were assembled.

Behind and to the right of the first Sheridan a second one rolled up the 152mm barrel pointing down the street toward the direction of the drug den as well. The tanks commander got on the radio and looked out through the small commanders sight toward the other tank. "Hey Alex, you wanna take this one, or should I?", thinking a few moments the lead tanks commander responded with, "I fire first you follow up five seconds after, then we'll call in the Regs." The Regs. were the Tank Units slang for regular units, cops in squad cars and light armored personnel carriers. Basically anything other than one of the tank units.

After a few moments of silence, where only the diesal engines could be heard the lead tank openned up with the 152mm cannon, five seconds afterward the second tank openned up with its 152mm cannon. The drug den, what was left of it smouldered lightly. The entire front of the white house had been completely decimated several support beams having been destroyed the house teetered on the brink of collapse. From that rubble, tracer and bulletfire could be seen leaving the house and screaming down the street. The rounds smacking off of the front hulls of the M551s the lead tank commander look steamed,"For christs sakes I just got all the dings out. Gunner reload. HE round I want those peckers dead."

Above the scene a UH-1 circled overhead, bearing the markings of one of the local news agencies they normally were tipped off whenever raids were about to happen. The entire scene would unfold infront of millions of citizens in NYNJ and would even been seen limitedly internationally. Several more tank rounds were fired into the house before the regular police units arrived in light APCs. The tanks retreating heading backwards as normal cops began to take over the fighting. The fighting wouldnt end for another six minutes and when it was done the newscopter caught footage of several cops being carried from the den ruins by stretcher toward awaiting ambulances. None of the dealers were to be so lucky. Handcuffed they were put on the street and told to wait as ambulances took their time from other areas. Out of 22 suspects only three would make it to the hospital. To people in NYNJ this was nothing out of the ordinary, international opinion however was always the most fickle.
Teritora
16-12-2003, 05:22
OOC:My and I thought only the Tordorans used tanks in their police force.

IC:Most intresting and tactical use of firepower I say.

Knight General Volen Tor Dern
New York and Jersey
17-12-2003, 07:59
OOC:Yeah I've had'em for awhile but never use'em and I didnt know what else to RP...

IC:
Police Spokesmen Harold Henderson responded with a polite, "Thank you." Nothing else was really needed. The press of course would get full details on the planning of the assault within the next several days including a list of incidents which led up the assault on the drug den.
_Taiwan
17-12-2003, 09:04
We find your methods to be harsh in today's world, but it is nothing compared to the tactics used by the previous administration. Back then, the police would call in large-scale F-16 air-strikes on drug dealers.

Minister of Security
Knootoss
17-12-2003, 15:00
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A local coffeeshop, Amsterdam, Knootoss
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The view of Amsterdam was scenic, even in this time of the year. The streets on the city with more then 1000 bridges were slippery with ice, as the rain from last night was slightly frozen.

Smoke filled the room with the brown interior The usual customers were sitting that tin Coffeeshop ‘Het kleine huis’. Most of them were middle-aged men, working on and off in the ‘recreational stimulants’ business. Usually this was a cheerful place where they would swap stories, give some informal hints, and do some business. The legalised business did not have the paranoid Mafioso leanings of other nations. And of course, nobody contested RecDrug…

Today, however, the mood was sour. Everyone had heard by now what had happened in New York. A large, bald, white man in his 40s stared at his beer, muttering. “Fickles, Double T, Gerard, Jan. All dead in a single police action. Bad… very bad.”

“Hey – it’s New York, they knew the risks.”, a 22 year old with slick black hair and a heavy Amsterdam accent remarked.

“Did you KNOW Jan?”, the older man stood up, posing aggressively. The younger fellow shook his head, staying cool. The older man continued: “No, you didn’t. He was a good guy. As good as they get. Not one to be blown to pieces by some bastard copper in a friggin’ tank!”

The black-haired reached for the knife in his right pocket, but the bartender saw it and walked over to the table: “Come on people – you know the rules. No fighting here. You too Joop.”, he looked at the older man.

Joop was fist to sit down. With age came wisdom. Arrogant newbie., he thought, think they rule the business when they are barely out of diapers. Weren’t there when we smuggled loads into Diablo under William. Or that time when double T went smuggling into the Reich. The f*cking Reich. The wounds were still fresh, and Joop was having a hard time. The last thing he needed was criticism. In a single move, he emptied his beer.

The young boy gave a defiant look to the bartender, but left the knife for what it was, convincing himself it wasn’t worth it. That old geezer, he’s slow. I could take him whenever I want to. He’s just like his incompetent friends in New York…

OOC:
Firstly: I’m back!
Secondly: I hope you don’t mind me intruding with a one-post thing? Not actually looking to start another RP :P