NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC: If you didn't sign-up or get invited don't post here,

IC: In the shadow of the magnificent structure home to the world's most renowned and secret science convention. The greatest minds of the world gather hear to reveal their most prized work. Russell Motomba filed in with the rest trying to catch a glimpse of Bernardo Verta, his idol and an amazing man. The convention had begun the day before but today the work was revealed. The first day was always dedicated to cerimonies and things Motomba hated. He was unbeareably anxious to view his idol's work. Once he entered through the massive, automated, glass doors they were halted by the police. Motomba asked what was going on and he received the answer "Mr. Verta has been murdered." Murdered! Who would do such a thing? No sooner had he asked the question when a short round man named Dr. Febluwitz, the director of the event who usually remained unseen, came out to fetch Russell Motomba.

"We need someone of your expertise," he said.

"Expertise? I'm a historian," Motomba replied.

"Which is why I need you," When they had entered the building the sight of Verta made Motomba sick. His body had been made into Swiss Cheese from stab wounds and he was no longer wearing a shirt. Febluwitz introduced Motomba to several men, "These men are professional symbologits, you should see something," Febluwitz then rolled over the body. On its back was a tatoo covered in dry blood. It was cut extremley deep and had bled in extreme amounts. "Doctors say this was the cause of death, the other stab wounds were torture but not fatal. The symbologists say this is ancient style but can't identify it. You study history, have you ever seen anything like this?"

Motomba thought for a moment then said, in a low fear-filled voice, "Yes, this is ancient. It is a style used in the west during the very early Roman period. It was used by many people but no two symbols were the same, even that similar. This is in the shape of a dagger with a symbol on it I have never seen. This type of thing was used by cults quite commonly after Ceasar's death and you may imagine why. This one however was used long before that. It may even date back before this style became popular." after careful examination Motomba found ink, "Its a tatoo!" A long silence followed. This moment was beyond words.

"Iam am calling in a special team from CEAOPP," Febluwitz finally said as he dialled in a number on his cell phone.

OOC2: okay guys have fun. You may want to start your RP in different areas of the vicinity to make it seem more interesting but I won't be picky.

OOC: Okay, too make this a little more in depth this will all be taking place is Switzerland.

It had been a long hour until the team had arrived. They wore skin tight suits and carried breif casses. Over their suits were lab coats. Their loafers squeaked in the,now empty, vacinity.

"Good day, we are the team called in from CEAOPP. You said there was an emergency."

"Indeed," the usually stone-faced Febluwitz said with a hint of emotion. "You should see some thing," He led them to the body. The cringed at the sight of it. One imediatley opened his case and began removing instruments. The others followed suit. Once the body was on a steril table ready for an autopsy the team was shown the tatoo. They confirmed everything Motomba had said but even added a little.

"This was made by no ordinary insturment. Look at the sides of the wound, straight, percise, smooth. Even I wouldn't do this with the knife used for his stab wounds. This was a special instrument. It would have to be cusmom had too because it was the instrument that released the ink. This tool also had an edge about two molecules in size. It was cut with an amazing tool."

Motomba froze. "My, god! It can't be!"

"What?" Febluwitz asked sharply.

"Its a Razor's edge."

"What?" The doctor/team member asked again.

"A special tool that only could have come from one place, The Razor's Edge."

"Yes, you already said that. What type of razor?"

"No, The Razor's Edge is an ancient society that can't still exhist but it must. Their members were some of the most famous scientists ever. They used their powers for evil though which is why many members left to form groups like The Mason's, Priory of Sion, and even the Illuminati," these words were followed by gasps, "They say The Razor's Edge is the father of all evil. Their technology is unmatched and once every 200 years they accept two new members. If the nominee declines they are killed. I think Mr. Verta said no to them. I'm afraid we must know why they accepted him and who the other candidate was."

OOC: Okay, too make this a little more in depth this will all be taking place is Switzerland.

It had been a long hour until the team had arrived. They wore skin tight suits and carried breif casses. Over their suits were lab coats. Their loafers squeaked in the,now empty, vacinity.

"Good day, we are the team called in from CEAOPP. You said there was an emergency."

"Indeed," the usually stone-faced Febluwitz said with a hint of emotion. "You should see some thing," He led them to the body. The cringed at the sight of it. One imediatley opened his case and began removing instruments. The others followed suit. Once the body was on a steril table ready for an autopsy the team was shown the tatoo. They confirmed everything Motomba had said but even added a little.

"This was made by no ordinary insturment. Look at the sides of the wound, straight, percise, smooth. Even I wouldn't do this with the knife used for his stab wounds. This was a special instrument. It would have to be cusmom had too because it was the instrument that released the ink. This tool also had an edge about two molecules in size. It was cut with an amazing tool."

Motomba froze. "My, god! It can't be!"

"What?" Febluwitz asked sharply.

"Its a Razor's edge."

"What?" The doctor/team member asked again.

"A special tool that only could have come from one place, The Razor's Edge."

"Yes, you already said that. What type of razor?"

"No, The Razor's Edge is an ancient society that can't still exhist but it must. Their members were some of the most famous scientists ever. They used their powers for evil though which is why many members left to form groups like The Mason's, Priory of Sion, and even the Illuminati," these words were followed by gasps, "They say The Razor's Edge is the father of all evil. Their technology is unmatched and once every 200 years they accept two new members. If the nominee declines they are killed. I think Mr. Verta said no to them. I'm afraid we must know why they accepted him and who the other candidate was."

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Motomba rushed back to his room and immediatley emptied his reasearch and work, which he took everywhere. He bagan filing through information on top of information. He had to find out more about this ancient society. Moments later one of the men from CEAOPP knocked on his door.

"Yes?"

"Verta's experiment is missing," The words ran a chill down his spine.

"What was his experiment?"

"Just come with me." Motomba was lead down a dark doorway. They went down a spiral staircase and found themselves in a dark, stone hallway that lead a long way towards a huge wooden door. They opened it and stepped into a rather futuristic setting. Chrome was everywhere and everything was mechinized. Around a large table sat the CEAOPP team, Mr. Febluwitz, and several other men Motomba didn't recognize.

"Welcome, pleas sit. Please let these men explain our, now very poor, situation." Febluwitz gestured to one of the unidentified men.

"Verta's experiment," the man started, "was of up most secrecy. It was designed to help our very was of life. It would destroy land fills, pollution, and ennergy problems world wide. Unfortunatley it can be a dangerous weapon and, to be honest, noo one really knows what it is." the room went silent. "If it is in the hands of these people i was told of we are all in grave danger. We are these peoples number one target at this point. This is why we must do exactly what Mr. Motomba said erlier."

OOC: Someone may want to play the role of an unidentified man and it would also be good if we had an evil person or I will just rp the evil terrorist moves.

(OOC: I might try my hand at the evil person - more information?)

A slim man in his early thirties pushed his way out to the street. He pulled out his cell-phone and dialed some numbers into it, before holding it up to his ear.

"Ratchet Command, this is Canine. We have a problem."

There was a few seconds delay before the reply of, "What problem?"

The entire conversation was being logged into a computer for later reference...

[Canine] The target has been eliminated. They got 'im.
[Ratchet Command] Please elaborate, agent.
[C] The Razor's Edge have murdered the target.
[RC] Can we be certain it was them?
[C] The killing blow was made by their fancy little tattoo.
[Pause]
[RC] Agent Canine, continue your operation as planned. From the intel we've gathered, the target was building a weapon of some description. If the Razor's Edge have it, we're in a lot of trouble.
[C] What about MY safety? What if they get ME?
[RC] There is a team of Elites waiting nearby. They will make a rescue operation if necessary. Now get moving. You're the only with clearance to enter that place.
[Canine hangs up]

Motomba already knew the other target of The Razor's Edge was at the convention, where else the only problemwas they had to know if he would accept or decline. Both moves on his part would be fatal to at least one person. He shared his concerns with the others in the room. The seemed to agree.

"Is there any clues as to whom it may be?"

"They would have to be a top scientist, have a usefull experiment to the scociety, have hatred towards the scociety's enemies, and he would have to be a person of a high position."

"Two questions. Why male and why in a high place?"

"The Razor's Edge is all male and only except wealthy and powerful members."

"That will help our search greatly. Motomba, with the permision of Febluwitz I am putting you in charge of all the men in this room to form a search. Something tells me we will hear from the enemy soon."

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Josh walked slowly towards his van, a few blocks away from Verta's residence.

He lugged a large suitcase. With his other hand, he took a blade out of his sheath and rubbed a diamond against it. He took great care not to cut himself as he did.

The diamond was scratched, but the blade was no longer of any use.

OOC: Longer post tonight, sorry for the poor quality.

OOC: cursed thing deleted my uber-long post!

IC: Motomba rushed back to his room. He returned to his work trying to find a pattern in how members were selected. There seemed to be no pattern but he knew there had to be one. Finally a clue! The first member is chose a week before the convention based o the usefullness of his invention. The second member is chosen if they win. We have to find the soon to be winner, unless the scociety has information ahead of time on him and has already confronted him!

Motomba rushed to Febluwitz's office.

"Who was favored to win the convention this year?"

"Verta of course."

"Runner up?"

"Uh... one moment." Febluwitz typed something into his computer. "A Mr. Donald Domp. He has held runner up for seven years. Its safe to say without Verta he will win."

"We have to find him. He is the other chosen member."

Febluwitz tyoed furiously. "Room 2431. Take an armed guard with you."

Motomba and ten armed men arrived at his room. They knocked 30 rimes without a response so they burst into the room. It was a cluttered mess. All the clothes and personel itens gone and a typed note on the computer:

To whom it may concern,
Mr. Domp departed immediatley to meet with some friends. He will not be returning to the convention. He has yet to accept our offer to something that does not concern you but if he declines, trust me it will concern you.

-The Razor's Edge

"Wouldn't you know" Motomba said with a sigh.

OOC: cursed thing deleted my uber-long post!

IC: Motomba rushed back to his room. He returned to his work trying to find a pattern in how members were selected. There seemed to be no pattern but he knew there had to be one. Finally a clue! The first member is chose a week before the convention based o the usefullness of his invention. The second member is chosen if they win. We have to find the soon to be winner, unless the scociety has information ahead of time on him and has already confronted him!

Motomba rushed to Febluwitz's office.

"Who was favored to win the convention this year?"

"Verta of course."

"Runner up?"

"Uh... one moment." Febluwitz typed something into his computer. "A Mr. Donald Domp. He has held runner up for seven years. Its safe to say without Verta he will win."

"We have to find him. He is the other chosen member."

Febluwitz tyoed furiously. "Room 2431. Take an armed guard with you."

Motomba and ten armed men arrived at his room. They knocked 30 rimes without a response so they burst into the room. It was a cluttered mess. All the clothes and personel itens gone and a typed note on the computer:

To whom it may concern,
Mr. Domp departed immediatley to meet with some friends. He will not be returning to the convention. He has yet to accept our offer to something that does not concern you but if he declines, trust me it will concern you.

-The Razor's Edge

"Wouldn't you know" Motomba said with a sigh.

From his hands, Josh removed the pair of gloves, which were now soaked in blood. The blood dripped onto a container designed specially for the purpose, leaving no trace of it as enzymes would digest the organic material. If he was caught, he was innocent.

Taking out a towel made of the same material, he wipes his hands and his face dry, and opens the suitcase which held the stubborn Verta's most prized possesion...

OOC: Is this just going to end up being me and Taiwan or are we going to see some action?

IC: The search team, armed and ready, searched the surrounding area. They estimated Domp was taken only hours ago. They circled the perimeter bofore one member said they found blood. Tests concluded it was Verta's blood. They were closing in.

OOC: Where is everyone else?

[Starts: 3.47 PM]
[C] It looks like they know where the target is.
[RC] Are you certain?
[Pause]
[C] Yeah, pretty certain. What should I do?
[Pause]
[RC] Get into where they've surrounded. Find the target. Eliminate any Razor's Edge you encounter. But be careful, for Christ's sake!
[ENDS]

Canine began climbing up a ladder onto a rooftop, to try and get past where the search team was searching.

OOC: For Isolationist Peoples: Summary after what was described in the sign-up thread; second scientist taken captive search team is looking for him.

IC: "Over there!" One man said as they saw a figure going across a roof top. "Split up and follow them." Half of the team chased him, the others were ready at the other side.

As the figure continued they called after him "Stop!" he didn't. He came to the other side and jumped. He landed efortlessly to find 5 armed men pointing guns at him. They held him down and cuffed him.

Once he was upright they asked, "Who are you and we don't want and bull."

Canine sighed. This was the second mission he'd been captured on. The Chief wouldn't be happy if he screwed up.

"I'm Derek Goodchild, one of the scientists here at this conference. I want to know what's happening to all my colleagues! I COULD BE NEXT, DAMMIT!"

The searchers exchanged looks of surprise. "What are you getting at. This has been kept from the scintists as much as possible and how do you know there have been ohter targets. You're going to have to come with us." The cuffs were removed and he was lead down back into the room Motomba had found himself in only an hour ago. Derek seemed surprised by how futuristic the room was. They closed the door and sat him down. "Now, what brought you to thinking you might be a target?"

There was a moment of scilence.

"I will ask you one more time. What made you think that?"

Canine tried to keep a straight face, while he carefully picked the lock on the cuffs.

"Well... scientists around me start disappearing, the winner and the runner up... I have a right to be pissing myself, don't I?"

Noticing Derek wiggling slightly guards were motioned towards the door.

"Yes, I suppose you do. Give me your full name and room number and then we will decide if you are who you say you are."

He began running after hearing voices from behind him, and realised he must have left a trail of blood. If he could get into the CBD, he could probably lose himself in the crowd and disappear with the suitcase...

"I am Derek Francis Goodchild, room number 280." Canine silently prayed that the agency's hacking had worked...

where do i find out if im invited here?

The man interogating the "scientist" typed something into the computer. He studied the screen for a moment before concluding something.

"Well, Mr. Francis, your name and information are on the computer however your picture and project are unavailable. I will leave you here with my guards who will take your fingerprints whil I check your room. More of a formalit y than necessity."

Whith that the man left the room. He hurried up to the second floor and down 80 doors. Finally he found the door. He knocked and an elderly man answered.

"Sorry wrong door," the man said. Relizing his men were in danger down there he loaded his 9mm and hurried down back to the basement.

*KLIK*

The cuffs on Canine's wrists snapped open, and he jumped to his feet. The guards began moving towards him, so Canine lashed out quickly with his left foot, catching both guards on the side of their heads and rendering them unconcious.

He ran to the door and pulled it open...

The interrogater, better known as Jack, was just getting off the elevator as Mr. Friancis was leaving the room. Jack was knocked to the ground. As Francis borded the elevator he wave good bye. Jack shot his weapon only to hit the doors.

He ran back into the room to find the guards on the floor. "please tell me you got his fingerprints." They shook their heads. "Idiots! I'll send out a warining."

Crackle Crakle. Motomba and the rest of the search team we have an unidentified man, possible armed, free on the premisis. Be on full alert.

"Bloody hell, could my day get any worse," Motomba said to himself.

The elevator doors opened, and Canine sped out, trying to avoid security as best he could. He still didn't have a clue where the Razor's Edge were hiding the people he was after, so he figured he'd better listen in to a few conversations...

Motomba's search team had been at it for hours before finally giving up for the night. Motomba returned to his room to go over more papers on The Razor's Edge. He sat at his desk and read and read for what felt like hours before finding something. He smiled and called to his secretary at home to get something from his archives. When it was faxed he was extatic! He had to find Febluwitz.

OOC: sorry about posting so late and sorry for the quick post. I can revise it if you'd like.

James Lawrence was a famous detective from the Netherlands. He was known to have solved many mysterious cases in Amsterdam, that no other man had a chance at solving. James received an anonymous phone call to exactly where Motomba's house was. He took a flight to Switzerland and rented a car. After that, he drove to Motomba's house and knocked on his door. He wasn't sure exactly what to say. He didn't remember who called him, as they never said a name. He supposed it was one of the good guys because they mentioned something about bringing a group called The Razor's Edge to justice. All that James knew is that this was a very serious case, and that he needs to keep low-profile, until the case is solved.

Motomba answered the door to find a rather shady looking fellow standing there.

"How can help you?"

"I was told to see you about the Razor's Edge."

Motomba fell silent. He looked around for a moment then said, "Come in,"

ooc: I've been having some comp problems this past weekend, thus why I've only now been able to post. Sorry about my tardiness.


ic: He hid in the shadows of the alley's around the hotel, staying in the depths of darkness as he was trained to do. He was no amature; he had no need for periods of movement, nor did he have to eat regularly. He was quiet good at his job, one of the best his employers had. Trained from childhood to work for his masters. Breed to kill at their request.

The assasin was not the only one here. He was providing backup, and acting as a scout for the other, lead assasin. He sneered to himself in his head. He was much better than this. He was trained to work alone, yet he found himself playing backup to another. It was such an irony to him, yet he would follow his orders.

Rapid movement on the rooftop caught his attention.....There! Silently, he climbed up the side ladders, stopping at a perch to where he could view for a distance. The person running was soon trapped. "Fool", he thought. How easy it was to trap that man. The assasin pulled out a small mechanical device from his side, and pointed the object towards the group of men. He was about to move on when the conversation got interesting. Apparently his "partner" had gotten a little sloppy, and the guards were already looking for him. Something he apparently would have to clean up, he thought.

He climbed back down the ladders, moving into the hotel.

OOC: Sorry I havn't been here lately, could someone update me on what has happened to my character?

OOC: Nuthing, most posts were interrorgation.

IC: Motomba rushed into Febluwitz's offic. "Sir, I may have found something on The Razors Edge!"

"Well, are you going to tell me what it is?" He was very anxious.

"Each member receives a gold medallion with their sacred symbol carved in a saphire. It is the same symbol we say on Verta's back. He would have received this medallion ahead of time to confirm it was actually The Razor's Edge."

"It could be forged."

"Not a chance. Their name is carved microscopically into the gem."

"Like I said it could be forged."

"Sir, the name is an ambigram."

"Wow, where would the medallion be now?"

"They are un returnable and are forever the property of the nominee or member so he would still have it somewhere."

"This helps us how?"

"The location of their lair is also and ambigram on the medallion. You search for it. I must return to my room I'm keeoing a man waiting." Motomba rushed back up tp his room to find the man again. "Now as I was saying, what can I do for you?"

OOC: Nuthing, most posts were interrorgation.

IC: Motomba rushed into Febluwitz's offic. "Sir, I may have found something on The Razors Edge!"

"Well, are you going to tell me what it is?" He was very anxious.

"Each member receives a gold medallion with their sacred symbol carved in a saphire. It is the same symbol we say on Verta's back. He would have received this medallion ahead of time to confirm it was actually The Razor's Edge."

"It could be forged."

"Not a chance. Their name is carved microscopically into the gem."

"Like I said it could be forged."

"Sir, the name is an ambigram."

"Wow, where would the medallion be now?"

"They are un returnable and are forever the property of the nominee or member so he would still have it somewhere."

"This helps us how?"

"The location of their lair is also and ambigram on the medallion. You search for it. I must return to my room I'm keeoing a man waiting." Motomba rushed back up tp his room to find the man again. "Now as I was saying, what can I do for you?"

Motomba answered the door to find a rather shady looking fellow standing there.

"How can help you?"

"I was told to see you about the Razor's Edge."

Motomba fell silent. He looked around for a moment then said, "Come in,"


Good evening sir. I received a call early yesterday, in my office, that you needed help on a case. A group called Razor's Edge? The person who called me wouldn't say their name...and I was very close to just ignoring it, but I had to see if he was telling the truth, and I assume he was. Am I right?

"You are, there was a recent killing and kidapping by the group you named. We have only one lead and that is that a man who goes by Derek Francis. We are also looking for a gold medallion with a saphire on it. If you think you could help please feel free to join the investigation."

"You are, there was a recent killing and kidapping by the group you named. We have only one lead and that is that a man who goes by Derek Francis. We are also looking for a gold medallion with a saphire on it. If you think you could help please feel free to join the investigation."

"You are, there was a recent killing and kidapping by the group you named. We have only one lead and that is that a man who goes by Derek Francis. We are also looking for a gold medallion with a saphire on it. If you think you could help please feel free to join the investigation."

Josh began running towards a parked car nearby that was set up in preparation for this - one of his companions was inside it would take him to safety.

Their country would pay for their mistakes. Heavily.

Motomba walked into the room of the scientist who was kidnapped by The Razor's Edge. He was looking for any kind of clue. In his breast pocket he carried a semiautomatic which was unlike him. The bed sheets were crumpled and surprisingly not splattered by blood. Motomba tried to recreat a scene. A blood smudge on a wall indicated that the abtuctor was already bloody, maybe the murderer. One thing was for certain, the man or woman entered and exited through the window. Motomba jumped out the window and tried to find the trail.

After a good 15 minutes on the trail a metalic object caught motomba's eye. It was the Medallion.

Canine had been watching Motomba from the rooftop.

"Bingo..." He muttered to himself, as he slowly lowered himself to ground level.

Motomba needed a microscope. He turned and ran back to his room to get a closer look at what he had in his hand.

Motomba needed a microscope. He turned and ran back to his room to get a closer look at what he had in his hand.

Canine held up his pistol and aimed it at Motomba, who was staring straight at him.

"Don't move. I don't want to hurt you, but you need to do exactly what I say. Understand?"

OOC: Sorry about the delay, I'd forgotten about this :oops: ...

OOC: Mind if my criminal syndicate sells Verta's invention on the black market?

OOC: Taiwan will you still rp, who will you sell to, and will we ba able to trace them?

IC: Motomba stared at the man, "Do you really want to shoot me? Do you even know what to do with this?" He paused and folded his arms "Ah, now I know you are the man on the loose. So who are you really?"

He waited by the car, not moving a muscle so as to avoid any unwanted attention. Someone might have thought him dead for his lack of movement, but his eyes were continually scanning his surroundings.

There....

He saw his partner hurrying towards the car, carrying the package. About time he got here, he thought to himself. Well, as long as the plan works.

Josh got in the car, puffing a little from his earlier exercise. Starting the car, the his partner slowly pulled out from the alley and into the street, leaving behind the first crime scene and setting out to make the world their stage.

OOC: I'm a bit busy right now, it would be great if someone took over my character for now.

OOC: I'm a bit busy right now, it would be great if someone took over my character for now.

I'll try but I don't know what RP things you had planned. So do you want me to seel the device or not?

ooc: I was thinking about doing it, but it would probably be better if you did it Largent. Since I jumped in late, I was just hoping to help out the bad guys, so if you want to plan something for latter on let me know.

OOC: My guy has stolen Verta's invention. I havn't RPed any other details, so perhaps he could be working with the Razor's edge. For now, I'm down to 20mins daily due to the crap server. Good luck guys.

OOC: I'll start RPiing for Taiwan while I wait for Dregruk to respond. IP can jump in as me later if he wants or I could rp 2 characters.

IC: Josh hopped in the car with his partner as they sped off. He knew that he would have to make a call to Mr. Febluwitz and tell him what exactly was going to happen to him and his scientist friends.

OOC: Sorry, I posted something but the forum seems to have gobbled it up! *Mutters*

IC:

Canine kept the pistol aimed steadily at Motomba.

"You still think I'm a scientist, don't you?" He laughed. "I am Special Agent Canine of the Dregruk International Covert Ops. We want to find that weapon that our deceased friend was going to reveal, and kill the guys that took it. Now, you understand that if you tell anyone who I really am, I will have to kill you too?"

Motombashook his head. "Your goal is the same as everyone else's. We are all trying to find these culprits. Why not work with us rather than against us."

Motombashook his head. "Your goal is the same as everyone else's. We are all trying to find these culprits. Why not work with us rather than against us."

OOC: Where are those people who signed up?

OOC: GOD DAMNIT! WHY DOESN'T IT POST WHEN I TELL IT TO?!

IC:

Canine cocked his head to one side.

"Who said I was against you? But all the same, I'm not going to namby around and try to arrest these freaks. I'm just going to put a few bullets into 'em."

OOC: I guess I'm the bad guys for now!

IC: Motomba smiled. "You don't seem to understand these people. Their influence stretches far, possible through out Europe. They have an invention that could kill us all... I'll make you a deal, you work with me and I'll let you put a bullet in each head. Why should you work with me you ask, because I just relized where they are. If you are interested meet me in my room in an hour." Motomba threw dowm the medallian and walked off. He knew what the ambigram would say, it was so obvious, it would say the one place their true enemy would never tread... Hell.

Canine slunk off into a nearby building to think. It was risky... this Motomba guy might be playing him for a fool... on the other hand, he might be the real deal...

Canine's mind was made up, and was knocking on Motomba's door one hour later.

Motomba answered the door and ushered the man in. He motioned to a chair and he sat across from him. "Now, whatever your name is, you may not trust me now but the information I am about to disclose to you will gain me your trust. The Razor's Edge will be located in a place their enemies fear to tread. One of their greatest enemies is the church. Where would religious members fear to tread... Hell. Another enemy is "good" science, or scientists that work for the good of everyone. They too hate the church. So where would they fear to tread? Heaven. These people will be in one of those two locations which will be disguised by markers or symbols. They could be anywhere on earth. Either a good place or a terrible one. If you get any information please share it with me and my men and when we find them we will enjoy watching the deaths of men who killed one of sciences dear friends and abducted another." Whith that Motomba got up and left for Mr. Febluwitz's office hoping he had done the right thing.

Motomba answered the door and ushered the man in. He motioned to a chair and he sat across from him. "Now, whatever your name is, you may not trust me now but the information I am about to disclose to you will gain me your trust. The Razor's Edge will be located in a place their enemies fear to tread. One of their greatest enemies is the church. Where would religious members fear to tread... Hell. Another enemy is "good" science, or scientists that work for the good of everyone. They too hate the church. So where would they fear to tread? Heaven. These people will be in one of those two locations which will be disguised by markers or symbols. They could be anywhere on earth. Either a good place or a terrible one. If you get any information please share it with me and my men and when we find them we will enjoy watching the deaths of men who killed one of sciences dear friends and abducted another." Whith that Motomba got up and left for Mr. Febluwitz's office hoping he had done the right thing.

Canine stayed in the office, thinking away to himself. A good place or a terrible one? In the eyes of the Church, of course...

Wouldn't that either be the local parish? It would be if it was the good place... but what about the terrible one? The Church seemed to hate everything, from what he knew, but they must hate something more than anything else... but what?

All the same, he caught up with Motomba and muttered, "Wouldn't the local parish be a 'Good place' to start?" before wandering off into a nearby crowd.

Motomba smiled as he watched the man walk away. His idea was good but he had his own idea. He grabed his search team and headed into a rough city not too far away. Garfiti was common and it gave Motomba an interesting idea.

The pulled up to a half burned building. On the door just as Matomba expected someone had writted in red paint Welcome to Hell. Next to this was a blood covered dagger. They entereed the house and found a stair case that led into teh depths.

Down at the bottom they found a network of halls. Finally they found what they were looking for. A giant door with a dagger on it. Unfourtunatley there was a note pinned to the door. It read:

Congratulations Mr. Motomba, you are the first to get this far. It is because of this we must retreat to our True calling, our Origin. The Fires shall bur freely in due time. Europe will either bow to us ot be destroyed. Mr. Verta was a fool not to join. The other scientist however was smarter and did join. With him our enemies will fall. That is not negotiable. May the world fear the enemies of old.

Motomba took teh note and headed back to his office.

Canine spotted Motomba walking towards his office with a grim look on his face and a note clenched in his fist. He walked up next to him and muttered, "Bad news?".

Motomba nodded. He handed the man the note. "We are looking for Hell, that much I know. I will research a little to see what these somewhat obvious clues could mean. I suggest you start on your own for now. You find me when you want me." With that Motomba left hoping he would find something.

Canine pushed open the door to the parish and slowly walked in. It was empty. He couldn't see anyone anywhere.. which wasn't right. He moved his right hand onto his berreta, feeling somewhat reassured by its cold metal.

He walked over to what looked like the communion wine. He glanced at it before walking away. He stopped, and walked back to it. He tried to move the liquid, but it wasn't as watery as the wine should be... it was thick, dark, gooey...

And expression of horror crept across his face. Blood! He pulled out his berreta and ran to the door. He expected a dozen mad priests jumping out at him, but nothing came. He holstered his pistol when he made it back onto the street, and ran straight to Motomba's office...

Motomba listen as the man spoke hastily about the events. He said no one was there. This worried Motomba. "Well they were there at one point. I also came up with a theory. In the letter they mentioned their origin which means they went back o their original hideout. I did some research and decided we might want to schelduel a flight to Italy. I know of a place we may want to look way up in the skies only rachable from deep within the earth. We are headed to Rome."

Canine looked at Motomba incredulously, before nodding and saying, "I think I could do with a holiday anyway."

Motomba lead canine to the terminal where a private plane was ready.
"As you know we are headed to Rome. in there is a rather large castle and at the top the illuminati lair was discovered by a mister Langdon. that lair was originally used by the Razor's Edge. There is going to be some sort of clue there, I just don't know what. Do you have any questions?"

Far away, the leader of The Razor's Edge smiled. Everything was going well. He was about to make the final deal with his new student, the man that would reunit the allies of old and destroy the enemies of new. This invention would give him the ultimate power. He gazed for a moment at the Vatican before sneering and departing to the final lair of the Razor's Edge.

"Only a few," Said Canine as he walked with Motomba, "How long is the flight, where will we be staying and what time will we get there? Because I haven't slept in days... and I really could use some if we're going after these nutbars..."

"The flight will be a little over an hour and I have arranged for two rooms. We have a little time to sleep but we must go now."

"The flight will be a little over an hour and I have arranged for two rooms. We have a little time to sleep but we must go now."

"The flight will be a little over an hour and I have arranged for two rooms. We have a little time to sleep but we must go now."

"The flight will be a little over an hour and I have arranged for two rooms. We have a little time to sleep but we must go now."

OOC: Wow! A quad-post! Don't see many of them, nowadays...

IC:

Canine nodded and said, "Well, let's get going then. The sooner we get there the sooner we can deal with these nutters."

OOC: I am the king of multiple posts, half my posts are probably from them.

IC: Motomba lead Canine to the plane acompanied by ten armed guards. The plane was small, black, and very high-tech. Inside buttons flacked and things beeped. Soon the pilots hit the gas and they were soaring above the sky. In little under and hour they had landed. They got into a reserved car and were off. The armed guards were not too far behind.

Canine wiped his face clean of sweat.

"Is it always so damn hot in this country? Dregruk is always a nice 8 degrees in the summer..."

Watching them was the henchman for the Razor's Edge. He had dropped off his partner at the designated point, and went back to following Motomba and his friend. After following them to the airport, the thug pulled out his cellphone.

"Boss, its me. Our friend's just left on a flight to Rome a few minutes ago. They're coming to you, just like you planned." And he hung up the phone, booking himself on a flight that would take him to Rome as well.

OOC: IP, you can rp the Razor's Edge now, I don't wanna have a multipersonality. Also, I wont be ble to make an IC post for a few hours.

ooc: I'll do what I can when I can, as I'm getting f-ed up in WWXI that The Macabee's started. I might not post much, but I'll try to do something tomorrow.

Okay.

Motomba and Canine finally ended up at the hotel. Motomba turned to canine. "you may rest here if you wish, I however am going to get a head start on the search. You will probably have an hour or two before I kneed you. I'll call if I run into any problems. So, do you want to come now or later.?"

"I need an hour's worth of sleep. Call me if anything happens at all. I'll be there in no time at all." Canine opened up the door of the car and stepped into the street. The moment he left the car, he was hit by the sweltering heat as if it was a train. He suddenly wanted to be back in the car's air conditioning.

Motomba sped off in the car wondering what he would encounter. Finally he arrived at the 150 ft castle a nd way at the top was the lone balcony where he was headed. He walked across the parking lot to the tunnel where he walked in a downward spiral for about 100 ft. He then found him self in a room, all white with square tiles. He neede to find the pentagon. When he found it he continued down. Fianlly he was in a large tunnel where he found a set of stairs going up. he had over 200 ft to the top but he was to anxious to be tired.

Canine wandered into the room that had been booked for him and closed the door. He placed his berreta onto the bedside table and flopped onto the bed. He was asleep the moment his head touched the pillow.

Motomba panted as he entered the small, circular room. To his dispare the room was totally empty except for a single note in the middle of the room. It read:

Congrats again Mr. Motomba,
You have made it to phase 2 only this time you will wish you were never here. You now must know what we plan to do. We will use the invention, the machine that can generate any type of particle beam, to bring the world to its knees. Country's have forced us into hiding but now we shall return!

Razor's Edge

Motomba, hands trembling, called Canine and told him the bad news.


OOC: Okay, this is where the RP takes off. Nothing is planned beyond this point. We will just have to see how it plays out.

...BRRT.

Shut up. I'm on holiday.

BRRT.

SHUT UP

BRRR...

"Canine."

Motomba's news had the same effect as a cup of hot expresso did to Canine. He sat up on the bed and listened carefully. Finally, he spoke.

"Come back here. We need to figure something out."

Motomba tore back to the hotel in his small car. Italy was the perfect place to really have a lead foot. In nothing flat Motomba was at the hotel. As he entered the room he found Canine sitting on the bed rubbing his temples in frustration.

BUMP

OOC: Weird... this got taken out of the threads I've posted in list...

IC:

Canine looked up at Motomba and pointed to a chair.

"So these psychos have got their hands on a particle beam? Do we have any idea where it is or how to stop it?!"

Motomba smiled, "Well, they will first obliterate their enemies, no? Their first target is bound to be either the Vatican, since they hate them and they are already very close. My next best bet will be a major world power with religious influence. Lets just start off by assuming its the Vatican."

Motomba hurried across the room to the phone. "I'm just calling back to the head of this whole operation, Febluwitz, to tell him to keep all the scientists safe."

Way far away from Motomba and Canine the Vice Grand Master punched in the coordinates for the first target, the only threat that exhisted. He only hoped he was serving teh Grand Master well.

Canine frowned in confusion.

"Hang on, buddy. Have I missed something? Why do these lunatics hate the Vatican?"

Motomba rubbed his temples. "Well, I'll give you the short version. Science has always challenged the Vaticans power by proving it false. Like the whole Earth revolving around the sun. The Vatican would feel threatened and they would usually jail scientists or kill them. The Razors Edge is no acception, they weren't always bad but when the Vatican went power-hungry they stood up for their fellow scientists along with other organizations. This fude still exhists and the Razors Edge is the one fueling it. Of course they have other enemies but I think this is a good place to start."

Back in Switzerland Febluwitz had just picked up the phone to hear Motomba. He shouted into the reciever "Okay, I agree, check there and then give me a report!" He slammed down the reciver and smiled. All was going just as he had hoped.

Motomba rubbed his temples. "Well, I'll give you the short version. Science has always challenged the Vaticans power by proving it false. Like the whole Earth revolving around the sun. The Vatican would feel threatened and they would usually jail scientists or kill them. The Razors Edge is no acception, they weren't always bad but when the Vatican went power-hungry they stood up for their fellow scientists along with other organizations. This fude still exhists and the Razors Edge is the one fueling it. Of course they have other enemies but I think this is a good place to start."

Back in Switzerland Febluwitz had just picked up the phone to hear Motomba. He shouted into the reciever "Okay, I agree, check there and then give me a report!" He slammed down the reciver and smiled. All was going just as he had hoped.

"So they both hate each other? Then why are the Razors Edge kidnapping scientists and murdering them? Wouldn't it make more sense if they did the same to... I dunno, Priests or something?"

Motomba sighed, "It would but these people feel betrayed by fellow brotherhoods who collapsed and left them to fend for themselves. I imagine that if all goes well and they do harm the Vatican they won't have to worry about preists."

Canine sighed and rested a hand on his head. "Mate, my orders are strictly to ensure that this weapon is not used against Dregruk or its allies. As far as my Government is concerned, the world would be a better place if the Vatican was incinerated. Do we know how long a range this piece of kit will have if the Razor's Edge decide to start burning holes in country's with it?"

Motomba winced. "It would go until it hit its target."

Several miles away The Razors Edge servalence cheif carefully watched and listened to teh two having their conversation. Feeling satisfied he pulled his car out of the ally. As he hit the gas a very important peice of paper blew out the window. Not seeing it he continued on.

Motomba winced. "It would go until it hit its target."

Several miles away The Razors Edge servalence cheif carefully watched and listened to teh two having their conversation. Feeling satisfied he pulled his car out of the ally. As he hit the gas a very important peice of paper blew out the window. Not seeing it he continued on.

"Let's go for a walk. Fresh air helps you think." Mumbled Canine, rising off the bed and wandering to the door.

Motomba agreed. "I could use fresh air." He followed Canine to the door.

Canine pushed past the usual crowd you would expect to find in the foyer of a sweltering hotel. The air reeked of BO. In a desperate attempt to get some fresh air, Canine pushed through an emergency exit, into an alley.

Looking around, he saw bits of paper floating about. "Just like home..." he mumbled.

Canine pushed past the usual crowd you would expect to find in the foyer of a sweltering hotel. The air reeked of BO. In a desperate attempt to get some fresh air, Canine pushed through an emergency exit, into an alley.

Looking around, he saw bits of paper floating about. "Just like home..." he mumbled.

Motomba cought a peice of paper an gasped. There were coordinates and mission plans. He immediatley knew the target, Washington D.C., home to the most powerful force on the planer. He had to tell canine.

Canine listened intently to Motomba's news, before finally saying, "So... what? Are we going to Washington?"

Motomba shook his head. "No, we lucked out, well..kind of. The weapon, according to this has been moved back to Switzerland where all our prized scientists are. We have to warn the securtiy guards there or else some others may be in japordy."

OOC: I'll edit this if you don't like the idea, but...

IC:

Canine tapped his chin thoughtfully for a moment, before saying, "I think this qualifies as an international crisis, don't you?"

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small radio.

"Ratchet Command? Agent Canine here."
"Roger that, what's up Canine? Enjoying the heat?"
"No sir. I've got to ask for a big operation to be undergone."
"Code?"
"It's a C-529, sir."

There was a short silence at the end of the line, followed by,
"Are you certain, Agent?"
"I'm 100% certain, sir. Some fanatical lunatics have got there hands on a big ray gun or something and are gonna vapourise Washington with it."
"Do we know where this... ray gun is?"
"Switzerland."
"OK. I'm sending a plea for the Elites to be mobilised immediately."

Back in Dregruk, the infamous Dregruk Elites, the best of the best, were piling into black helicopters, bound for Switzerland.

OOC: Love the idea. Spec. Ops rock!

IC: Canine nodded I'll call in the Largentian Alpha squad just to avoid fuding arguments between governments. He picked up the phone and made the call.

Canine waited until Motomba had finished his phone call, before saying, "Back to Switzerland, then?"

motomba nodded. "I'll call for the car."

Meanwhile, back in Switzerland, the Dregruk Elites had touched down in their choppers and were already forming up units to secure each building in a small radius of their current position.

OOC: I think we will either have to end this thread or pick it up in September because with finals and vacation, I'm done with NS for a while.

OOC: That's a real shame. Why don't you give it a big final ending post just now?

OOC: Okay, lets have a final 2-3 posts that cause a post-apaucolyptic world with only a select few survivors.

IC: Febluwitz smiled to himself, none would guess he was the leader of the Razor's Edge. "Charge it up boys, the world shall perish."

Meanwhile the spec. ops. teams were searching frantically for the weapon.

5 members of each team were sent down to make sure Febluwitz was safe in his office, totally unaware what they would face.

OOC: Cool!

IC:

The 5 Elites moved quickly and effectively, their weapons loaded and the safeties off. The leader knocked on Febluwitz's office door and pushed it open, with the 5 Largent Spec. Ops behind him...

The room was very dark but feet were heard, there was a blaze of gun fire and then scilence....BANG BANG BANG BANG, the grenades rocked the hallway, ironically, they were bomb proof yet nine grat mean had just died.

Motomba heared a distressed voice in his radio it went:

It was....Feb...Febluwitz, HUURY!

Motomba ran to Canine, "It was Febluwitz, it must be down in his office, theres no time, grab as may as you can, we have to get down there and fast, his secret is out!"

Febluwitz stood over the dying elite and smiled, "Do you want to know why I am doing this?" no response "I want to see people like you die a horrible fear-filled death." With that he shot the last man. "FIRE THE GUN IN T-MINUS ONE MINUTE!"

Canine sprinted towards Febluwitz's office, yelling "ALL UNITS! ASSAULT SECTOR 15-b: FEBLUWITZ OFFICE! WE'RE RUNNING OUT OF TIME!"

He put the radio back onto his belt and drew his berreta, heading as fast as he could to the office where 5 of his best men had been killed...