NationStates Jolt Archive

In the frozen north, in the water, next to a beach came to dark figures. Emerging from the icy water, they move steathly, as if afraid that they were going to be seen by a starving Kodiak. Once sure that they are alone, they strip off thier outer layer.

The first figure, a female, looks around. As she disposes of the wet-suit, she shivers.

"These waters are so cold! Nothing like the Christmas Sea. I remember swimming with my brothers! How warm it was."

"Shut up," hissed the second figure, a male. He pulled out a GPS from his water-proof sack. "If you wish to sea those waters again, " he whispered as he turned on the electronic, "then you'll remember your mission."

The female shot him a look, but he was to absorbed in the GPS to notice, so she retired to check the weapons they had brought with them.

"Good," the man hissed to himself. "We are only a mile north of our destination." He turned off the electronic and slipped it into his pocket. "Come, give me that!" He took the weapon stash from his partner. "You live here, you guide me!"

"I lived in the south!" The woman responded. "Though, I studied a map. One mile north? Come, this way then."
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In the middle of the Tundra stood a old house. More like a cabin. Smoke rose from it's chimneys, but only one window was lit as the two figures went inside.

They were greeted by a women's voice. The voice of a fair, young lady, but laden with wisdom.

"Sit down. There is a fire and warm coffee by it. If you need anything else, just ask."

"Vodka?" The man asked, placing down the sack. "And can you show yourself?"

"Vodka!" the lady came from the shadow. She was short, compared to the tall man and the average sized woman. "I suppose you want the best? Well, here take this. It comes from the Emperor's stores."

"Thank you," the man kindly took the drink from her. "Now, what do you want from us?

"Power," the lady responded quickly, with the sound of a rattlesnake ready to attack. 'But to give me that, you must use you professions..."

"As assasins," the female assasin finished. "And our targets?"

"The greates targets," the woman almost hissed. "As his subjects call him, His Divine Majesty, Emperor Ryo-Tan Tal-Shink Jolkin, soon to be made a saint thanks to his job at improving the economy, and civil rights."

"Are how does that give you more power?" the man asked, his eyes narrowing. "Are you the pawn of, say, Prince Brenqu?"

"No," the lady snapped. "I am no pawn. But I have a intricate plan, that will make me the most powerful of the leaders ever. But you cannot know who I am."

"Nor do we want to," the female assasin answered. "But, let me guess: we must also kill the Emperoress Rain Maxwell of Phalanix? For though Brenqu is the Hier, Rain is the Emperoress."

"Yes, you must kill her too."

"And about pay?" the man asked.

"How would 75 billion Corans sound?"

"More then enough," the man smiled. He stuck out his hand. "We have a deal. Once the job is done, transfer it all to a private account. We will take it from there."

The lady did not shake his hands, but rather moved away. The assasin put his hand down.

"Well, partner, shall we begin?"
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OOC: Ok, what I want here is someone to take the assasins. THey are yours. I will play Emp. Ryo-tan and all the people of Neo Earth. Anyone else may also join, as foriegn leaders, diplomats, soldiers, whatever, just caught up in a plot to shift the power.

Also, to the assasins: I want Ryo and Rain to live. They will be needed for bigger, better things. I just want to have fun, and develop some new characters.

OOC: Only 6 views...it's kinda sad...and demoraling...

OOC: Can I play the staff of the Slutum Wallah embassy? A group of petty beaurocrats immersed in embezzlement, corruption and politics?

OOC: Can I play the staff of the Slutum Wallah embassy? A group of petty beaurocrats immersed in embezzlement, corruption and politics?

OOC: Yeah, I'm sure we could fit them in.

OOC: Still have to wait for someone to be the assasins though.

OOC: Hell, I'll take 'em. Did you have names in mind, or should I make up my own?

OOC: Hell, I'll take 'em. Did you have names in mind, or should I make up my own?

OOC: No, you make thier personalties, everything. Thier yours. Just a couple of notes:

1. thier assasins hired by a unknown women. They are good at their job

2. The female lived in Neo Earth as a kid.

**bump**

OOC:

Assassin 1:

Name: Paul Marcos
Age: 39
Height: 6'0"
Weight: 199 lbs
Profile: Covert Assassination/Covert Infiltration

Expeirence: NSA splinter cell assassin used to influence diplomatic power shifts in third-word countries where the US military is denied access.

Skills:
Infiltration tactics, long and short range combat with firearms, practical martial arts.

Equipment:
Black fatigues, combat boots, thermal masking bodysuit, stiletto, long-slide Glock .357 magnum FMJ, SC 20K 5.56x45mm ss109 FMJ w/ underslung M203 multi-purpose launcher, Berretta M96FS Surpressed .40 caliber sub-sonic JHP, rappel cord, grappling hook, NVG/TV goggles.

Assassin 2:

Name: Alex Harper
Age: 21
Height: 5'10"
Weight: 160 lbs
Profile: Intel-Gathering/Deep-Cover Assassination

Expeirence: Former CIA deep-cover agent.

Skills: Interrogation, Hacking, Disguise, Security Manipulation.

Equipment:
R93 Assassin's Rifle .308 sub-sonic, Glock 18C 9x19mm FMJ, black fatigues, combat boots, Customized Browning Woodsman .22LR sub-sonic , thermal-masking bodysuit, NVG/TV goggles.

Is it alright if I bring in a support team that stays in a van for the most part? The support team consists of a remote hacker, and a driver/sniper. They'll be expendable.

OOC: Splinter Cell..Cool! I just beat that game!

But, yeah, the van people are ok. Just say they have been in Neo Earth for a while.

So, Merc. (what I'll call you in OOC, if you ok with that) you start


And if anyone wants to join in, just ask.

OOC: You mean start the RP?

OOC: You mean start the RP?

OOC: Yeah. We can't do anything if the assasins arn't there.


And a note:

Captial: Corino
located on both sides of a huge river

The imperial Palace is a massive building. It is located in the mddle of the west side of the city.

OOC: Would it be all right if I join in? I'm not quite sure what I could do, so if you have an idea of something that you need, just tell me.

OOC: Would it be all right if I join in? I'm not quite sure what I could do, so if you have an idea of something that you need, just tell me.


OOC: Doesn't matter. If you want to be Anaguum's embassy staff (like slutbum), you can. a diplomat? go ahead. Your call.

A pair of individuals stepped off of the last commercial flight into Neo-Earth, a man and a woman. The man was of average American height, with black hair that was starting to grey around the edges. He was in excellent physical condition. His companion, a brunette, seemed to be much younger. She was of average height for a female, with an athletic build.

The pair met a black Astro van outside of the airport terminal, and climbed inside...

"Where to?" Asked the driver, a muscular man with expensive sunglasses.

"Where ever you stashed our gear at..." Responded the male passenger.

The van took off, heading for the dockside warehouses on the other side of the city...

OOC: Where are the targets going to be at, and when? Should I hack the info out of a computer, or should Marcos enter a facility and retrieve it manually.

-Damn Forum-

OOC: Well, Ryo and Rain live in the Imperial Palace, in Corino. They are having a dinner with the Slutbum embassy as a welcoming party for thier arrival (though they'd rather be at a club...)

Around dinner time.

And, the knowledge of this dinner would be easy to get, like checking the NNN (neonic new network) web-site.

OCC: Could I play a group of LRR naval infantrymen who are trying to arrest the assassins after trying to shoot a senior LRR diplomat?

OOC: Aren't naval infantrymen called 'Marines'?
When I refer to a splinter cell, I mean a group that is not officially affiliated with their parent office. In the case of both Fisher (From Splinter Cell) and Marcos (In this RP) that organization would be the National Security Agency, or the NSA.

IC:

Harper, dressed in a sporty-looking pants suit complete with expensive sunglasses, arrived at the resturant that the NNN had mentioned in their broadcast. It was a quaint building, serving the usual assortment of posh foods to its wealthy clientel. She had died her red hair a raven black for this particular assignment. Alex was new to the assassin game, her partner Paul Marcos having done this kind of this since he was twenty, killing Middle-Eastern warlords and wealthy oil tycoons who paid the bills of dictators like Saddam Hussien. Paul was situated across the street, lying prone on top of a building that had a good field of fire over the front window.

Alex's purse contained a highly modified Browning Woodsman, a commercial match-shooting semi-automatic pistol chambered in .22 Long Rifle. The barrel had been replaced with a silencer, and the standard ten-round magazine had been replaced with a military-style twenty-round variation. Alex also had her Glock 18C, or 'Auto-Glock', in her large handbag, in the event she had to shoot her way out of a situation.

Across the street, Paul Marcos dialed in the range on his SC-20K, adjusting the built-in shotgun microphone to cover the conversation between the diplomats...

"Marcos to Harper, range is set... any info on the exact location of their table?" Paul whispered through his headset.

"Harper here, no location info as of yet, targets have not yet arrived... Has Turner gotten any info on the targets? I don't want to shoot the wrong person..." Alex whispered back, her earpiece concealed as a commercial earpiece for a cellular phone.

Out in the black Astro van, the hacker known as Turner was busyily tapping away at his laptop, the conversation between the two field agents bringing a look of dismay to his face...

'I'm trying dammit, this is harder than you barbarians think...'

Outside of the van, the driver/support specialist Max Roper lit up a cigarette, the faint orange glow lighting up on Paul's TV goggles. The things would be useless for sniping the diplomats, as there were several people in the resturant. Marcos would be the assassin on this one, with Harper as the back-up agent. Paul would have gladly gone in mafia-style, putting on in the head and two in the chest of his targets, but he wasn't convincing or subtle enough to get past the typical ape-man security guards without putting holes in them as well. Alex would relay the location of the targets to him, and Paul would put a round in each of their heads... it was a simple plan. If Paul missed too many shots, and his clip ran dry, Alex would empty the clip of the Woodsman into the surviving target.

Harper seated herself at the bar, making sure she could see the entire resturant from her position. Her kevlar vest had been tapered to fit her slight frame, so that she could wear it under tight-fitting garments like her current pants-suit...

Major Ugo Pauk of the LRR naval infantry stands on the street corner a few buildings away from the meeting. He wears civillian clothes, under which is concealed an AKSU. He did not quite know who he was looking for, but he did know that if anyone poked a gun barrel out from the tops of one of the buildings, that was them.

In a pair of Trabants, the rest of his team waits. There was a van that looked mighty suspicious, but so far their wide spread was keeping them safe from most suspicion. Ugo takes out a small radio, disguised as a cellphone, and contacts the rest of his team.

"I'm going to check out that van, m'kay?"

He walks over to the black van......

OOC: How do you conceal a short assault rifle under civilian clothes? Unless you're wearing a trenchcoat, there's no way you'll get it out before someone empties a clip into you...

IC:

Paul, invisible against the night sky in his black fatigues and thermal-masking bodysuit, saw someone approach the van, their heat signature visible through his goggles.

"Marcos to Roper, unknown at three o'clock..."

Roper heard Marcos, but didn't make any move like he had been tipped off. On his person he had a Colt M1911, in a lower-back holster. In his right pants pocket, he had a Glock sub-compact in .45 ACP. His left hand shifted to it. Roper was wearing a pair of baggy cargo pants and an equally baggy hooded sweatshirt with the sleeves rolled up to show off his large arms. To complete his disguise, he wore a baseball cap bearing the logo of a local delivery company, as did the van. He continued to smoke his cigarette, acting like he was simply a deliveryman on a smoke break...

Ugo, suddenly spooked out, walks right past the van and into a local cafe. The men in the Trabants continue to listen to their music, some sleep. Soon, they get bored and decide to go for a drive.

OOC:

Don't mind if I join in with a personal character, do you?

OOC: Go ahead.

IC:

As soon as the man went into the cafe, several armoured cars pulled up to the resturaunt. The first one to step out was a giant. The huge man wear a cambat suit, complete with three pistols on his hip, and a M16 on his back. This monster of a man talked into a radio, and out from several vans came some soldiers, the Legionairres of Neo Earth. the street closed off, and the giant sure that it was safe, he opened the limo. Out stepped a man in his twenties, whereing a suit that looked more like a party-suit.

The giant, luckily, had his massive back between the emperor and the unknown sniper. Quickly, the giant ushered the emperor into the building. Then, a beutifull lady stepped out, whose clothes did look like she was going to party. She even had a pistol on her hip.

"To dark for sunglasses, eh, Lief?" the woman asked the giant.

She, too, was ushered in.

Inside, soldiers completly flanked the emperor and emperoress. They were lead to a back room. Lief had to use the retinal scanner to enter.

"You, your eyes have been entered, correct?" Lief asked a legionairre.

"Yes, sir."

"Then you wait for the embassy staff."

"Yes, sir."

Then, with 20 other guards, they entered into the back room.

Paul frowned at this new development...

"Marcos to Harper, slip into the kitchen and add something flavorless to their food... Something they won't forget..."

Alex did as she was asked to do, posing as a food inspector from the government... she walked about, tasting some of the dishes, and adding a small bit of alkaline powder to each gourmet dish when she had finished tasting, adding it with a bit of salt here, dropping some in as she retured the spoon to the dish, that sort of thing, so as not to be discovered... When she had finished, she seated herself back in the resturant...

OOC: Sorry, i sorta forgot. But, It's back.

And a note about the kitchen: since this is Ryo's favorite (formal) resturant, they have built a private kitchen behind the Imperial dining room. Several soldiers are taught how to make the food the same way as the resturant cook's make them.

And everyone can still join.

IC:

As Ryo waited for the ambassador ((OOC: anyone that wants their ambassador to be the one Ryo's dining with, just speak up)), he asked Lief to stand outside the dorr and wait for the diplomat. And then he asked for some vodka to drink while waiting.

After it was delivered, Emps. Rain asked Ryo:
"Where the hell do you get this? Damn, I havn't tasted vodka this good since I first came here."

"I have no idea. You'd have to ask the people who run my wine cellars."

OOC: Now we just need a diplomat to get this rolling.

((I'm going to join as a diplomat, if that's alright.))

Amethyst Kushydo walked into the resturaunt and knocked on the door to the back room, as she had been instructed. She adjusted the Arbiter's standard crimson sash wrapped around her waist to bring out the curves of her hips and waited for the answer from the other side of the formidable-looking door. She went over what she had been told again in her mind.

'There will be two others there, at least. If they fail, I am counting on you to finish the job.' The strange lady had told her. 'I trust you to do this for me.'

She was prepared to do what must be done.

The door is opened by a massive, formidable man. He saw who she was, but, according to his training, asked the complex question:

"Password?"

OOC: Just come up with one. you would know it.

Amethyst thought for a moment. What had she been told?

"Trü Lai Til Risad Dai Con Ail Die Tråp Tå Con Lait Paur" She said, not missing a beat with the complex language.

((Don't even ask. :lol: ))

OOC: I won't then.

IC:
Lief eyed her for a moment, then moved from the doorway to let her in. After she entered, he closed the door, and wnt over to stand by the emperor.

Ryo:
"Well, it's good to see you found your way here. Can I offer you anything? A drink?"

"Yes, something light on the alcohol, please." The young woman said as she seated herself. "How are you two tonight?"

'This had better go quick. I don't know enough about politics to keep from arousing suspicion.' The assassin thought, smiling at Ryo to cover up her true feelings.

"Sure. Jac?"[a soldier came over to Ryo]"Your more of a alcaholic then anyone. Find her something, would you?"[the soldier salutes and goes into the kitchen]

"Now then, to answer your question, I am doing fine."

Rain:
"I wish I wasn't here. But, hell, for the sake of Ryo, I came."

Ryo:
"Thanks.

Now then, do you want dinner first, or should we get down to business?"

"I'm sorry if it's an inconvienence to you, but I'm famished. Airplane meals are so pathetic, you know." Amethyst said, grinning.

OOC: You're gonna need to provide me with this kinda info eariler, Neo Earth. I can't really make it look convincing if I get new intel every few minutes. Marcos is an old pro, he'd know the resturant inside-out prior to the diplomat's arrival. Assassins typically plan their hits, instead of executing them on the fly as I've had to do.

Can you TG me with future locations as well as security measures? I ain't gonna kill 'em, but I'd like to make it a bit more fun for myself.

IC:

Marcos hailed Roper on the radio...

"Marcos to Roper, get the CB's hooked up..."

Roper moved towards the unguarded cars, acting like he'd dropped something that had rolled beneath them. As he looked under each, he attatched a small, sealed block of C4 under the gas tank of each vehicle, out of sight. C4 sniffers wouldn't work, and visual detection was never very accurate. With a shrug of mock defeat, Roper returned to his van, periodically checking his watch...

"Roper to Marcos, CB's in place. They should come in loud and clear..."

The two spoke in code, CB's where also an older type of radio, but the letter combo could mean anything...

"I'm sorry if it's an inconvienence to you, but I'm famished. Airplane meals are so pathetic, you know." Amethyst said, grinning.

"Got it. Give her a menu would you? We have already ordered our meals, so we are jsut waiting."

OOC: You're gonna need to provide me with this kinda info eariler, Neo Earth. I can't really make it look convincing if I get new intel every few minutes. Marcos is an old pro, he'd know the resturant inside-out prior to the diplomat's arrival. Assassins typically plan their hits, instead of executing them on the fly as I've had to do.

Can you TG me with future locations as well as security measures? I ain't gonna kill 'em, but I'd like to make it a bit more fun for myself.

OOC: DOne. If you want more info, just TG me back.

((What kind of stuff does this resturaunt serve?))

((What kind of stuff does this resturaunt serve?))

OOC: oh, I should've thought that up before...

You know chiles? Just think that, minus the burgers.

((Ok.))

After scanning the menu for a moment, Amethyst puts down the menu.

"I'd like the Soup of the Day, please." She told the waiter.

"Great. Now, can we get unto business while we wait?"

Rain:
"The sooner, the better."

Ryo (whispers to Rain):
"Yeah."

Amethyst smiles at the two and says, "Of course. Will you be wanting to revive all of the Neo Earth-Cyberutopia relations?"

"Naturally. What were they? Embassies... Please remind me. With as many embassies and agreement as we have, I don't have the greatest memory."

"Yes, there were open trade agreements between Cyberutopia and Neo Earth, along with the usual embassies and such. I don't believe Cyberutopia's old military pacts with Neo Earth have been renewed or anything."

"Oh, yes. The trade agreements. I truly wish to renew those. THey can help both Neo Earth and Cyberutopia.

And the military pacts...Those were first made during the first UAAOT, correct? The one my grandfather, Emp. Tal-Shink, created? Well, I am not really seeing any wars in Neo Earth's new future, so, no, those do not need to be renewed.

Anythign else?"

((MS, you still in on this?))

"Then I shall inform my superiors to renew the trade agreements right away. The military pacts, I agree with you, and Cyberutopia isn't in the UAAOT anymore anyway. That's everything. I love it when things turn out simply." The young woman said, uttering the last part under her breath.

'Where are the other assassins? I shouldn't even need to worry about taking this guy out.' She thought hurriedly.

"Sadly, there is no UAAOT. After I resigned, it just seemed to die.

Well, if that's all done, we would like to returtn to the palace. Do you have a ride to were you are staying?"

OOC: I'm here, I'm just waiting to see how my latest evil sceme goes. :twisted:

IC:

Marcos couldn't get a bead on either of the diplomats from his location...

'Maybe a 40mm into the dining area?'

The assassin circled around towards the back, following his partner's directions...

OOC: I'm assuming there is no window into the dining room. That'd be too easy, wouldn't it?

OOC: Naturally. They have digital windows, that look real, but on the outside, you can't see them. It's just a camera that sends the picture back to the digital screen to make the appearnence of a Window.

((Then how the hell are they supposed to get to the Emp?))

OOC: He has to come out sooner or later, right?

((I suppose, but not before he ges suspicious of Amethyst. Well, this is going to turn out...actually, I have no idea.))

OOC: Cyber, you've got to respond.

((Then how the hell are they supposed to get to the Emp?))

OOC: I've been asking myself the same question since I was informed about the seperate kitchen.

OOC: Don't worry. You'll get to them.

Cyber, please respond to this:

"Sadly, there is no UAAOT. After I resigned, it just seemed to die.

Well, if that's all done, we would like to returtn to the palace. Do you have a ride to were you are staying?"

((Right, sorry.))

"No, I do not. Might I catch a ride with you and your wife? It's not far, only to the (enter name of fancy hotel here)."

"Well..." Ryo galnces at Lief, who nods in approval.

"Yes, Yes you may."

Ryo stands up and, following his massive bodyguard, leaves the room with Rain, once more, surrounded by his loyal Legionairres.

A soldier walks up to the diplomat:

"Madame, follow me."

Amethyst nods and follows the soldier silently.

OOC: Your shot, merc.

IC:
Ryo steps outside. Lief attempts to tell him to get in the car immediatly, but Ryo just waves him off.

He orders his retinue to back oof and give him some fresh air...

Roper's voice crackles in Paul's ear...

"Roper here, I have targets near vehicles..."

Marcos responds...

"Marcos to Roper... I've got eyes on & I'm clear. Plan B is go if I miss..."

Marcos centers the SC-20K's scope on the lead diplomat's head, then squeezes the trigger. With a muffled cough, a 5.56x45mm ss109 zooms towards the target at sub-sonic speeds... A split second later, a second round is headed for the diplomat's companion. Near the van, Roper fingers the detonator for the car-bombs...

Harper slowly draws her Woodsman from her purse, chambering a round...

She didn't hear the shot or see the rifle, but something in the back of Amethyst's mind told her that someone had taken a potshot at her. Her hand shot onto her escort's shoulder, and she whipped him backwards over her leg. She felt the round thud with a meaty smack into the soldier's body, and she let him slump to the ground. The young woman pulled a compact pistol from her purse and fell into a crouch, wondering if she'd be found out.

No one heard nor saw the shot or the soldier fall. But the warrior instincts of Lief, Rain, and Ryo told them something was wrong. When Lief spotted the soldier, he started to issue commands.

Rain immediatly drew her pistol, and dived behind a stone pillar.

Almost like lightning, the two pistols from Liefs belts flew threw the air and into Ryo's hands. He ducked back into the resturant with almost unhuman speed.

And Lief pulled the assualt rifle from his back, lept behind one of the cars (though he had to really duck, being to tall to effectivly hide behind the small car).

The rest of the soldiers took up defensive positions. 3 of them followed Ryo, 2 backed up Rain, and the rest found cover behind cars, pillars, walls, trashcans, whatever.

Already, Ryo sent orders to the Templar Guard, and several tanks and helicopters began moving from the palace to the returant, 3 miles away...

Marcos re-adjusted his aim, centering his crosshairs on the pillar where one of the targets had taken cover.

Harper slid her hand into her purse, drawing the Woodsman & chambering a round. She fired at the man diving in from the door, sending a set of four .22 LR rounds in his direction. As she fired, she took cover in the recessed restroom hallway.

Roper reflexively punched the detonate button on the detonator, blowing the vehicles of the royal convoy & anything around them to bits. Fire consumed the gas tanks as the vehicles rocketed into the air, exploding like oversized bottle rockets. Roper feignted surprise, letting the detonator fall & crushing it with his boot. He jumped into the van, laying the Glock 23 from his pocket on the seat next to him. His M1911 rode snugly in his lower back. He started the van, then sped off to the area behind the resturant. Harper would need a quick extraction. Marcos could handle himself until he got to Harper.

In the rear of the van, the hacker shouted something in protest as the van lurched forward...

Amethyst looked up at the starry sky for a moment after having the wind sucked from her as the concussion wave had slammed into her. She regained her senses and rolled behind a nearby ledge, cursing the less-than-desireable clothes for such an engagment. From her cover, she could see a van pulling up behind the resturaunt, and the flaming remains of the royals' convoy. She looked down at the pistol in her hand, and laughed as she realized how hopeless this situation was.

'F--- the reward.' The woman thought as she ran for the van that was pulling up, wisely keeping her weapon down.

Roper saw someone coming up behind his van in the side-view mirror... he laid his right hand on the small sub-compact Glock on the seat next to him. He motioned for his friend in the back to ready himself. Things might get hostile. Roper stepped on the gas, deciding to circle the block first before making an attempt to locate Alex Harper...

As the van pulled away, Amethyst swore again in exasperation, and risked waving at the retreating van.

As the van pulled away, Amethyst swore again in exasperation, and risked waving at the retreating van.

Against his gut feeling, Roper threw the van into reverse, stopping a foot in front of the newcomer... the ARMED newcomer... Roper snatched the Glock from the seat, keeping it in hand as the woman approached...

Amethyst suppressed a grin and climbed into the passenger seat.

"Thanks. I'm on your side, don't worry. Listen. I was offered a contract for this Emperor guy too, a lot bigger than yours, I was told. If we can keep them down with that damn sniper of yours, we can hit the target and get out of here before anybody else comes. What do you say? You'll get 10 times more, I guarantee it." She offered, tossing him a smile.

Roper lowered the small handgun...

"I ain't the one to talk to, I'm just the getaway driver. Paul's the one who makes decisions like that. You can talk to him after we get Alex. She's still in the resturant..."

Roper keyed on his radio...

"Roper to Paul, we've got some help. We'll pick you up after we get Alex."

Roper looks over his shoulder at Turner, the backseat hacker...

"You can put that pussy-ass .25 up, man."

"Alright. Got anything heavier than this?" She asked, holding up the pistol.

Roper nodded his head in the direction of the back..

"There's an M249 back there, but's that's just for emergencies. Paul'll take care of the soldiers, and Alex'll take care of that dumbass who dove back into the resturant..."

At that moment, Marcos lined up the large bodyguard in his sights, his cover blown by Roper's spectacular pyrotechnic display...

OOC: I'm surprised my plan actually worked. If I'd been allowed to kill the targets, I think they'd be dead by now.

((Well, it was a pretty good plan, but there are a ton of reinforcements coming soon, so don't forget about that. I hope a high speed chase ensues! :D Anyway, I feel like calling you THE POSTINATOR now, cause it's just so catchy!))