NationStates Jolt Archive

Emperor Catsendt's family was staying at the Imperial Palace. He hadn't seen them in nine years. His father, his mother, his brother, Icarus, his sister in law,(his brother's wife) Helen, and his nephew,(their son) Ziggy(a nickname for Sigmund). Desperate to escape from the protected lifestyle of the Palace, they decided to stroll to the supermegaplexapalooza for an evening movie. When they arrived, a shady man with a wide-brimmed hat, a thin black moustache, and a short black beard was leaning against a wall in a hallway. The movie lasted two hours and fifteen minutes. When they came back out of the theater, the man was still there, but he had taken off his hat. He was taking care not to let the security cameras catch his face. The family was walking out of the lobby through the sliding doors. A man in a wide brimmed hat walked beside Icarus. He walked head on in to Ziggy, and held him by his sides up a few inches above the ground. Ziggy, age nine, didn't understand what was happening, but he wasn't afraid. The second man handed Ziggy off to the first man, who had now re-donned his hat. The first man held Ziggy in much the same way, but was running to an entrance perpendicular to the entrance the family was exiting from. He had a black armored truck waiting. The Emperor noticed Ziggy wasn't near them anymore. He smacked Icarus on the shoulder and whirled around. The first man was half a second away from escaping in the car. In one smooth motion, he drew a pint-sized dart gun out of his coat pocket, aimed for a nanosecond, and fired it into the runner's neck. The kidnapper fell to the ground, dropping Ziggy. The Emperor and Icarus both ran toward the boy, but a man in the back seat of the truck jumped out, grabbed Ziggy, threw him into the car, and shut the door, all while firing a pistol at Icarus and the Emperor in the lobby. The car sped off. The Emperor grabbed the first man's limp body and called the Imperial Palace....

Pyro Dread shifted through the mountain of papers piled on top of his desk. The only bad thing about being dictator... Dread thought, looking over a document before crinkling it and tossing it in the trash, is that you have to handle the demands of an entire society yourself...
He came across one paper that was apparently Maniacan in origin. Taking a sip from his spiked coffee, Dread read the document.
"Kidnapped reletive, eh?" he says to himself, shifting lazily in his large black leather chair. "Hmm... is that a pariah I smell? I think it is..." Dread sags visibly, then straightens after taking another sip of his coffee. "I suppose I should do something about this..."
He then types up a length reply to Emporer Catsendt, filled with just about as much sentiment he could muster in his psychosis. Dread then pledges that Obscure Nation would do everything in its power to aid Maniaca in the search for young Sigmund Catsendt and the punishment of those involved.
For the first time in hours, Dread walks out of his office and hands the document to his secretary. "Send it back where this came from," He staggered a bit, then handed her the note. Striding back into his office, he downed his cup of coffee then took a long nap on the couch...

The Emperor was on the phone with Kasper, the bodyguard etc. "So they stole the kid. Sounds like some kind of attempted coup de eta'. Sounds like an easy one. Have you gotten the dead man sleepin' to talk yet?"

-"Not yet, he's still out cold. I think we should be fine as long as they don't take him to a nuclear power plant or something. I just got my wire back from Obscure Nation, and they're going to help out. Not sure why they did though, not until we get Beaux(It's french, based on his appearance) boy to wake up."-

"So, uh...what do you want me to do?"

"I dunno...think of something."

A large man in a dark suit and sunglasses appeared outside the holding facility of the Extremist Kidnapper. Approaching the gates, he stopped next to the guardhouse.
"Sir, please state your name and business," one of the guards said in a monotonus voice.
"Bruno Wradder, Obscure Nation. I am here for... the interrigation," he man replied with a light German accent.
"Wradder, Wradder, Wradder... ah, here we go. You're clear to enter,"
Wradder then strode through the gates, and into the facility...

When Bruno entered the interrogation room, he found the kidnapper and a black haired man already sitting at a table. The other man was Sparticus Trowel, third down the Imperial rulership line. He was holding a device in his hands. He asked the first question. "We found your airplane ticket in your jacket. Number 12293365. Watch this." He showed the kidnapper the screen on his device. He used a touchpad and some keys to navigate. "It's fake. There has never been a 12293365 issued. Care to explain?"
"I bought that ticket at the airport in Ell."
"Oh, Ell, I see."

"Even IF you bought it in Ell, why doesn't it exist?" Wradder questioned from the doorway. The two men turned to look at him, and Bruno walked non-chalontly into the room.
"Ell has been known for..." the Maniacan started.
"Not an issue. This ticket doens't exist. It was on you. Where did you get it?" Wradder interupted.
"I- I..." the criminal choked out.
"Mr. Trowel, I suggest you leave. I work better... alone," Wradder commanded, a large portion of his German accent bared. Trowel glared at him, then stood up and left the room, the door closing loudly behind. "Now, you, Mr. Criminal, will tell me what I want to know,"
"Hehe... fat chance. I don't know what you want to know," the criminal retorted, shifting uneasily in his seat. Wradder set his breifcase on the table, opening it facing himself. He extended two paddle from the it.
"We can do this the easy way," Wradder hissed, a massive current of electricity jumping betwee paddles. "Or the hard way,"

Sparticus Trowel waited outside the room, playing with his SAKA. He wired the screen to show the picture a camera in the corner of the interrogation room saw.

"Holy crap."

"AUGH! I REALLY DON'T KNOW WHERE THE KID IS! I REALLY- AUGH!!! JEEBUS!" Wradder removed the paddles from the crimnals chest, metal pads smoking.
"You WILL tell me!" Bruno screamed, placing a paddle on the criminal's head.
"No... no..." the crook quivered. Bruno cautiosly removed the paddle from his head, and placed both on his crotch and pulled the triggers...

***

"Kalosampton," Wradder spoke, walking out of the interrogation room. Trowel quickly shut the video screen off, and stood. "Some sleezy hotel in Kalosampton. The criminal... truely does not know where exactly, though. But that is where young Sigmund is being held,"
"Excellent," Trowel replied. "I will inform the Emporer right away. The money has been transfered to your account. Thank you, Mr. Wradder,"
Wradder then donned his sunglasses and strode away.

Sparticus let the Emperor know. "Are there sleazy hotels in Kalosampton Sparty?"

"There must be, 4 thin guys with thin black moustaches won't be able to get a room at the Imperial Suites. But I tell you, there's something I didn't like about that interrogator guy. I think I know what. It was his name. He's German, I think, so is it pronounced like Vradder or is the W silent like Rodder. I'll try not to let it get to me."

"Yeah, that's the way. Get the Clown Gang on this right away. Icarus is having a serious breakdown. I think I'm going to have to kick him out soon 'cause I can't take the noise and I really don't want to do that."

"Righto sir."

Sparticus Trowel went on to make a long distance phone call to the city Dead Lochs, where the Clown Gang was training.

OOC: Let's see if I can remember all of the names without looking them up!

IC: Raptor, Fang, Zephyr, Victor, Varmint, Mammoth, Demon, Chomp, Zeus, and Trident were flying in a small supersonic passenger plane across Maniaca. Trident was blasting D12 "How Come" out of his headphones. Raptor, Fang, Victor, Varmint, Demon, Chomp and Zeus were all sleeping. When you've been through as many conflicts as the Clown Gang had, you learn to get to sleep in an instant, no matter how loud the rap is being played in you environment. Zephyr was turning tricks with his disconnected Chaplin auto pistol, and Mammoth was studying a Guide to Recent Imperial Government Legisltation, looking for something that would get thin guys with thin black moustaches worked up. Only time would tell what he uncovered....

OOC: I'll continue this in the morning. Don't really want to get a big thing started so late.

It was 5:30 AM and Mammoth had just found what he was looking for. A legislation that was passed only a few months ago banning fine arts as a career choice, stating "Art is a hobby, not a profession....except for rock bands, those can stay." He repeated the line louder, waking up the already almost woken sleepers. "This is the reason the art fools are after the kid, because the Emperor banned professional art! They probably were artisits and now don't have a real job except for selling their stuff at garage sales, and they're angry," Mammoth explained.
"Brilliant!" was the more or less collective reply from the others. A call came in from the cockpit that they were half an hour away from their target. All of the Clown Gangers loaded up their Chaplins, ammo packs, checked a few grenades and basically got prepared. Thirty minutes later they landed in a military airport in Kalosampton, with large fitting street clothes over their battle gear, so as not to scare the public.

*meanwhile, back at the Imperial Palace*

Sparticus Trowel was checking hotel listings in Kalosampton, and there was one that caught his eye. One that was, if not sleazy, less classy than the other expensive hotels in the largest and most happening city in Maniaca. "The Sleepy Traveller Inn, huh?" 2 Stories High, Cheap rates because they're "New in town" and their most flaunted feature, soundproof doors.

"Oh man you have to be kidding me."

*meanwhile, back at the landing site, after a few minutes had passed*

"Hey, so where are we going to go, anyway?" asked Zephyr. Just then, Raptor got a radio call. Sparticus Trowel was on the other end. After he finished, he told them where to go.

"The Sleepy Traveller Inn, on the corner of 51st and Crain."