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Madison came home from school one day. It was supposed to be like any other day. She was just like any other fifteen-year-old, except that her father was very high in the government. It was one of those positions so high that it thrust him and his whole family into the spotlight. Her father, determined to make a good impression, would even go so far as to arrange a marriage for Madison, despite the fact that she was only 15. Yes, this was perfectly legal. It was fairly young, but most girls were married by 18.

"Miss Madison, the master would like to see you in his study," the maid Doreen said.

"Yes, Doreen," Madison replied. She dutifully climbed the stairs to her father's study. She knocked. Her father opened the door and offered her a seat behind his desk.

"Madison, I've made some arrangements. We have found the man you will marry."

OOC: I need some people for the potential groom, possibly Madison's rescuer, and if you come up with anyone else, join in. No elves or special powers, please.

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working on character, have on up in about an hour...

Tag: when there is a rescuer for her, I will play an investigator looking for her. (I mean, if there is an escape of sorts.)

OOC: Question-Is Ma intrested in Madison in any way intrested in pilots or anythign like that?

OOC: What about future-tech or other non-hunams besides elves? Extranationals, or someone of high social stature from your nation? What kinds of prospective grooms would be ICly viable?

OOC: What I am looking for are humans. They can be from anywhere on the globe, as long as they are regular humans with regular human ability. Yes, Madison might be interested in a pilot. She mostly wants personality.

Madison climbed the stairs to her room. She burst into tears. This was not what she wanted at all. She was scared. She gazed out her window, hoping, somehow, she could be rescued from the nightmare now known as her life.

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May i send some one to over see the surcurity of this wedding as this is a very important young lady, i have afew secret service gentleman who would love to attend this event. If we do not control surcurity can you place afew of my agents under your head mans command?. We are a 1930's-1940's based country my group would only consist of:

Gerneral Ritter Vonstrausburg
14 SS Honor Guards
12 Gestapo agents

Please think of this as a diplomatic meeting in a way

Regards

Chief of Staff

Manfred Van Steller

I have a character. Ryananian Navy Ensign James Arthur. He's 18 years old, and is an intelligence officer in the Ryananian Navy. He could be the rescuer.

Madison noticed the reply. She angrily replied,

"There will be no wedding. If my father insists on marrying me, I will run away! No wedding!"

She collapsed into tears, hoping for a rescue. She pinched herself, hoping that it was a dream.

Temme, what do you think of my offer?

We expect your news,

OOC: I was referring to your offer with the 'no wedding' post, Baccardi. I'd also love for James Arthur to be the rescuer.

Ok, i may have the man she wishes to escape from, Major Rhinehardt Hoffman of the Allgemeine SS. He is a very high standing member on Baccardi's staff, what do you think?

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OOC: Great. I like that idea.

OOC: Great. I like that idea.

Good. Now the question is: how will he meet her in the first place?

THE ARRIVAL:

Major Rhinehardt Hoffman stepped off his private plane that landed in Temme only moments ago. Baccardi was still at war with "allied" countrys and this wedding to be would not place Temme on any side or have them anything to do with this conflict that earned the name World War Two as they knew it. Rhindehardt was 21 years old, very young for a Major but had attended Collage, also his father was a General with the SS.

Rhinehardt Came from a distingushed wealthy family. It was time for him to wed, he did not know his bride but seen pictures. It was not un common for Men of older age to marry younger girls. Baccardi exists in 1940's times therefore no one thought much of it. Tonight he would meet this girl who he had great hopes of being a husband to, for in a matter of months he was only to return to the front lines anyways. He needed to be loved,cared for..also some one to inherrit his wealth and family name if the worst came.


4 1938 black mercedes bentz cars left the airport heading for the hotel to wait untill the call was received. It would be a cerimonial wedding where a small detachment of Rhinehardt's troops were taken off the lines and brought here. Truly a wonderful event, what was more spectacular..his father was to arrive tommow aswell.

OOC: Idea: She arrives at a ball with her Baccardian 'betrothed' in tow, where James kidnaps her, believing her to be someone else (maybe a sister or cousin.)

OOC: i like it, besides it would be tight surcurity with all the SS guards and Gestapo..it is very possible still! just has to be very cunning...

o and BUMP!

OOC: I'm going for my customary jog. I'll be back.

"Ensign Arthur has been attached to our unit for this mission. He has recieved some special operations training, so he knows what he's doing. You all know the plan: get in, get the girl, and get out, without using deadly force. We leave in one hour. Dismissed!" The sixteen Seawolves (basically Navy SEALs) in the briefing room of the RSS Shastina stood up and saluted Commander McBride in unison, then filed out of the room when he saluted back. Ensign James Arthur followed them out of the briefing room and headed toward his quarters. He knew that he could never return to Ryanania after this. He had forged orders to the Seawolf unit attached to the 8th Fleet, near Temme, that said they were to kidnap Madison, or rather, help him kidnap Madison.

He knew that his sister had been sent to Temme by his evil step father long ago, and he'd finally tracked her down. Apparently she had become part of a very important family in Temme. He wasn't about to let her be forced to marry a Nazi bastard.

He would need to find a very good hiding place after this, because Ryanania was a very powerful and influential nation, which would go to great lengths to catch someone who had broken as many rules as Ensign Arthur was about to. If they did catch him, he would most likely be sentenced to death. I must do this, no matter what the cost.

He returned to his quarters, and began preparing for the mission.

Madison sighed. She had tried to beg off the ball by sticking a spoon down her throat and calling it the stomach flu, but Doreen had seen the spoon. "Miss Madison, I believe you have a mild case of the jitters." So now Madison was being forced to attend. She was dressed in a light blue sparkling dress.

She phoned her best friend Chava Goldstein over the phone. "You have to come with me. I'm supposed to get engaged to this guy I've never met."

Chava said, "Madison, you should be able to handle this."

"Chava, I've tried. I can't do it. You can borrow that cream dress of mine that goes so well with your dark hair. . ."

"Well. . .okay. You owe me one."

"Thanks."

Fredrich stood in front of the mirror in his suite bathroom slicking back his hair. He already had his black SS uniform on, boots were freshly shined by his aid Franz:

"Sargent? where is my cap and belt?" he yelled while leaning out the door

Franz rushed in the room holding both items in his hands:

"right here Major, will you require your holster tonight?"

Fredrich put down his comb then turned around:

"it will not be nessary, just my honor dagger that was presented by Himmler, all decorations are to be on my tunic"

Franz clicked his heels heading out the the living room to do so.


Moments later Fredrich was fully dressed, Franz helped him put on his greatcoat:

"danke Franz, finish getting yourself ready, o and when is my father to arrive?"

The Sargent look at him and replyed:

"he will meet us at the ball Major"

Fredrich nodded,picked up his ciggerette case putting it in his brest pocket then opened a small drawer on the vanity. There he removed a P38 walther slipping it into his pocket:

"can never be too careful...been on the front to long.." he said to himlself lowly


AT THE BALL:

The Mercedes pulled up to the valet.fanz opened his commanders door as the Valet parking personel got in the driver seat. The 2 strolled up to the front door, 2 SS honor guards stood there upson sight of the Major clicked their heels and saluted:

"hello gentleman" Fredrich wisped then smiled

He looked at Franz and said:

"times like this make you forget there is a war on haha"


Once inside classical music filled the room, people in gowns and German uniforms were all about:

"o Franz i will be speaking with Colonal Burkhalter at table 4, please direct Madison and her family over?"

Franz nodded and waited by the stairs. Fredrich noticed Colonal Burkhalter had already had afew to many drinks, he was in a conversation about dogs and cats....Fredrich sat next to him patting him on the back:

"how are you doing Earl? haha"

The colonal looked at him with a shakey expression:

"fredrich! the man whom i was looking for ahh! for a minute there you looked like a damn Russian soldier HAHAHAHAH"

Burkhalter roared at his lame comment, Fredrich was getting slightly impatient..kept glancing towards the main entrance...

(If you don't mind, I'm going to use a helicopter and some modern gadgets in my RPing. If you do mind, I'll gladly edit my post).

Ensign James Arthur was the last man to rappel down from the Ryananian manufactured Wraith Stealth Infiltration Transport Helicopter. As soon as he hit the ground, the chopper sped back toward the sea.

The lead Seawolf, Lieutenant Shaftoe, made a series of hand motions, and the Seawolves fanned out in the woods in two man teams. He motioned for Arthur to follow him.

I get the feeling they don't trust me And well they shouldn't, though for a different reason than the one they had. To the Seawolves, he was an outsider, not someone you could trust your life to. They had no idea that he was using them for personal reasons. He suspected that the reason the Lieutenant took him as his partner was because he didn't want any of his men to get hurt as a result of Arthur's presumed incompetence.

Each of them wore night vision/thermal googles, and carried high powered tranquilizer rifles, along with various other equipment. They had been dropped two klicks south of the target, in a wooded area, so as not to be detected.

LATER
Lieutenant used his LASH radio to order his men to conceal themselves in the woods, while he went to reconnoiter the target area...

(Please post what kind of security you have at the ball, and where they're positioned, so I can coordinate the RP better).

OOC: There is a German General present, there is afew platoons of Elite SS troops armed with Shmisser SMG's and Kar98 rifles, 4 scout bikes,4 Kubel Wagons, 1 armored transport.


The Generals car pulled up to the main doors, he emerged with armed guard all around:

"you are dismissed to the grounds! this is a peaceful procession but precations must be taken! Schnell!"

Yelled a SS Captian folloing the General into the Ball.

OOC:Most are on the main road at the small shed with a road block going up the main drive way, others patrol through the woods. The sight of your men will frighten them as they only see these things on occaausion..but my men will not be under estimated..if the alarm sounds basicly you are screwed LOL. There is a sniper with a infored scope on the roof.





Hint: you could try and infultrate...we don't know all our soldiers...

OOC: Well, go ahead and RP into the ball. My characters are going to strike when it's in full swing.

The General entered the Ballroom looking quite distinguished, arms folded with 4 brownshirt SD troops behind him:

"Otto! where is my table, and my SON!"

One of the Brownshirts came foward:

"there is his aid Franz heer General!, also that looks like him with Cononal Burkhalter at table 22"

The General glanced over then walked towards the table.



Outside at the small out post sat SS soldiers around a small fire cooking rashions:

"Gunther, do you have any ciggerettes?" said one of them

A man took a sausage off his bayonet then looked at the soldier:

"not for you Martin haha, not my fault you ran out a week ago!"

The other Soldier frowned then picked up his rifle strolling towards the woods with 4 other soldiers. They patroled a short distance from the area when the others turned to go back:

"im going to take a piss, be right there!" exclaimed Martin

He tripped and stumbled through the thick trees then found a spot, he turned to see a soldier with a gun pointed at him:

"nicht sheisen! no shoot!" he wisped in bad english

He dropped his rifle on the ground throwing his hands in the air...

Madison swept into the room. Chava was there too. Both girls looked spectacular.

Madison had seen pictures of her betrothed, but he was wearing civilian clothing in the pictures. She gasped and felt Chava clutch her arm. Madison smiled. "Chava, I think I need to powder my nose. Can you come with me?"

Madison practically dragged Chava to the bathroom. Chava said, "Madison!"

"Chava, I'm sorry, I didn't know. Look, several people saw you. You can't go home now."

"What do you expect me to do?"

"You'll become my friend Chelsea." Madison suddenly remembered something. "Hey, remember that one costume party where we dressed up as each other?"

"Yeah, why?"

Madison said, "Stay here. I'll be back." She returned a few minutes later. "Doreen has gone for some spray-in hair dye. You'll become a blonde like me. Chelsea the blonde."

Chava, or Chelsea, smiled. Doreen brought in the hair dye. "The last bottle," she panted. "Miss Madison, I hope you're happy."

Madison sprayed the dye in Chelsea's hair and they returned to the ball.

Madison swept into the room. Chava was there too. Both girls looked spectacular.

Madison had seen pictures of her betrothed, but he was wearing civilian clothing in the pictures. She gasped and felt Chava clutch her arm. Madison smiled. "Chava, I think I need to powder my nose. Can you come with me?"

Madison practically dragged Chava to the bathroom. Chava said, "Madison!"

"Chava, I'm sorry, I didn't know. Look, several people saw you. You can't go home now."

"What do you expect me to do?"

"You'll become my friend Chelsea." Madison suddenly remembered something. "Hey, remember that one costume party where we dressed up as each other?"

"Yeah, why?"

Madison said, "Stay here. I'll be back." She returned a few minutes later. "Doreen has gone for some spray-in hair dye. You'll become a blonde like me. Chelsea the blonde."

Chava, or Chelsea, smiled. Doreen brought in the hair dye. "The last bottle," she panted. "Miss Madison, I hope you're happy."

Madison sprayed the dye in Chelsea's hair and they returned to the ball.

"...but the main problem is going to be the sniper on the roof," said Lieutenant Shaftoe, over the LASH radio.

"Sir, I've captured a tango and removed his uniform. We may be able to use it somehow. I've administered a sedative and hogtied him. He was part of a patrol, so they'll probably come back looking for him," said Sergeant York.

"York, bring me the uniform. Team seven and team eight, set up an ambush along the path the patrol was on."

LATER

"Clear." Corporal Fisher was watching the grounds of the target area through starlight bincoulars.

Lieutenant Shaftoe silently ran from behind a large tree toward the wrought iron latticework on the side of the main building. There was some sort of flowering vine growing up the latticework, all the way to the roof. Shaftoe began climbing, swiftly and quietly. He peeked over the edge of the roof when he reached the top. The sniper was in a prone position, looking out into the darkness through his scope. Shaftoe climbed up onto the roof, drew his tranquilizer pistol, and shot the sniper right in the ass. All the sniper felt was a slight prick, and before he knew that he'd been hit, he was sound asleep. "Tango down."

Shaftoe removed the man's uniform, gagged him, and hogtied him, in case he woke up early. He put on the uniform, then took the sniper rifle, and got in the same position the sniper was in, just in case someone looked up at the roof to check on him.

"Arthur, Jones, go," ordered Shaftoe. Ensign James Arthur and Corporal Jones, a combat engineer, moved up to the edge of the woods, and when Corporal Fisher gave the all clear, they rushed to the latticework and climbed up simultaneously. Arthur and Jones slung their tranquilizer rifles and drew their tranq pistols, Arthur taking up a position by the latticework, and Jones setting about jamming the doorway to the roof access. After the door was secured, Jones took out a motorized pulley with a grappling hook on the end of the line and began screwing it in to the roof, near a glass skylight, making sure to stay out of sight of the people below. He used long titanium screws and a specially modified drill that was almost completely silent.

The partrol noticed Martin was missing, the Sargent said:

"let's go find him..probally got caught in his zipper hahaha"

The men roared at this comment and headed back towards where they left him talking loudly:

"martin! martin!! where are you?"

The sargent bellowed, he seen somthing on the ground and bent over to pick it up:

"his dog tags??my god..whats going on?" exclaimed the Sargent looking all around


The other soldiers bolted their rifles and readyied their machine guns, all of a sudden rapid noises that sounded like movment through the air started dropping the men, one broke loose and started running..he held his rifle in the air and left off a shot BOOM! then a dart struck him in the neck, falling to the ground everything was spinning..a sickening feeling..then darkness.


The soldiers at the command post heard the shot, they looked up at the sniper on the roof but he just shook his head and shrugged his shoulders:

"there is no danger here..probally that idiot Martin tripped and shot himself hahaha"

The others roared with laughter. In the woods lay 9 German Elite SS soldiers almost in a pile. The Sargent was still moving after the sedative dart hit him:

"whhoo aaaree yooouu?" he said slowly as it was taking efect, then his eyes went back in his head and he was sleeping.


There was a knock on the roof top door entrance:

"Dietar! was ist los? open the damn door! i got the god damn chicken and a bottle of hennesay!"

The Black Uniformed Leiutennet waited for the door to open...

Madison spotted the Major. She practically gagged at his uniform. She believed, like many in Temme, that violence never solved anything. Besides. . .well, she didn't want to go into politics. Chelsea swept over to another table and started chatting with some other people whom Madison knew she should know, but she didn't.

Lieutenant Shaftoe went to the door and jiggled the handle, then said in perfect German, "It seems to be jammed. I can't figure out what's wrong with it. Inferior engineering, probably. They should have hired a good, Aryan engineer to design this place."

"Oh well, more liquor for me. I'll send a maintenance man up sometime tonight so you don't have to climb down. Don't have too much fun without me!" With that, the man on the other side of the door went back downstairs, his jackboots ringing against the metal steps of the stairwell.

A man who clearly hadn't shaved in a day or two sat in a boxy black car down the street from the elaborate house of the powerful Temmian (?) man. He had heard that some young girl was getting married in the same place, which he honestly didn't care about. The tall men in trenchcoats with British accents had merely handed him a picture and an extraordinarily large sum of money. He was to shoot the man in the picture, and make sure he was never getting back up. The grubby assassin had pulled up just as the Major was entering the house, and he cursed himself for being late. So now he waited down the street, the wispy strand of cigarette smoke from his rolled down window struggling against the light winds before finally surrendering and being thrown about like Autumn leaves.

When the gunshot had shattered the otherwise mellow air, he had lept for his primitive assault rifle and cradled it closely, but just now he gingerly placed it back into the passenger seat and studied it for a moment.

It was, for the most part, an StG44. The only adjustment that had been made was his own, a grimy pair of lenses that magnified the view. Hopefully he could get a better first shot off at the Major with this innovation. If not, he could always just spray lead. But the tall men in trenchcoats told him not to, take his time, think, think.

Right now he was thinking about his cigarette, which had gone out. He lit another one and lay back in his creaky car seat. He certainly had time for thinking.

A man who clearly hadn't shaved in a day or two sat in a boxy black car down the street from the elaborate house of the powerful Temmian (?) man. He had heard that some young girl was getting married in the same place, which he honestly didn't care about. The tall men in trenchcoats with British accents had merely handed him a picture and an extraordinarily large sum of money. He was to shoot the man in the picture, and make sure he was never getting back up. The grubby assassin had pulled up just as the Major was entering the house, and he cursed himself for being late. So now he waited down the street, the wispy strand of cigarette smoke from his rolled down window struggling against the light winds before finally surrendering and being thrown about like Autumn leaves.

When the gunshot had shattered the otherwise mellow air, he had lept for his primitive assault rifle and cradled it closely, but just now he gingerly placed it back into the passenger seat and studied it for a moment.

It was, for the most part, an StG44. The only adjustment that had been made was his own, a grimy pair of lenses that magnified the view. Hopefully he could get a better first shot off at the Major with this innovation. If not, he could always just spray lead. But the tall men in trenchcoats told him not to, take his time, think, think.

Right now he was thinking about his cigarette, which had gone out. He lit another one and lay back in his creaky car seat. He certainly had time for thinking.OOC: Eh? Where did you come from?

OOC: he's a brittish Agent i do beleive tasked with assinating the Major..i can guess why.. Fredrich Hoffman is a Member at Burdesgaden(eagles nest) a Battalion Commander of the Allgemeine SS. What i don't understand is why you would not want to capture such a fellow..and if you have not noticed the post there is a General present aswell...o well carry on, it will be easy fo you to appreand my charactor because my guards are dissapearing 1 by 1 lol



An Opel troop truck headed up the road towards the Chateau where the Ball was being held, the driver noticed a 1938 Lincon sitting on the side of the road, he slammed on the brakes with a screech, the troops at the main gate could see the head lights. The driver got out and walked up to the car window, 8 other SS troops climed out of the back:

"what is your buisness here mr?" asked the Sargent, the other men shined military issued flashlights throuhout the car..then it was spotted:

"STG44!! haul him out!! we are taking him to the Chateau!" exclaimed one of the soldiers,

the driver busted the window out hauling the man out of it, the soldiers grabbed him and went to stick him in the back of the truck:

"nein! we didn't pick up all that sugar, tea and brew for him to start a fight back there and break it!! walk!! Schnell!"

The truck drove alongside the prisoner and they slowly made it past the main gate and locked him in the gate house under armed guard. A photo of Major Hoffman was found in his pockets...

Chelsea appeared to be having a good time. Madison went up to the Major and asked half-shyly, "Are you my fiance?"

OOC: he's a brittish Agent i do beleive tasked with assinating the Major..i can guess why.. Fredrich Hoffman is a Member at Burdesgaden(eagles nest) a Battalion Commander of the Allgemeine SS. What i don't understand is why you would not want to capture such a fellow..and if you have not noticed the post there is a General present aswell...o well carry on, it will be easy fo you to appreand my charactor because my guards are dissapearing 1 by 1 lol

((Thank you for explaining that, but there's more to learn about him, though that will most likely come out if you interrogate him.))

"Damnit!" The would-be assassin shouted violently in a distinctively Belgian accent.

The soldiers hadn't taken his cigarette, but he now ground it hard into the gate house's wall in a fit of frustrated rage, leaving a sooty burn mark on his hand to match the one against the wall. Unburnt tobacco scattered itself over the floor, the little orange-brown pieces playing with the breeze that infiltrated the gate house. Feeling forlorn, the man slumped against a corner and looked critically around at the room.

One of the SS guards ran up to the Chateau and approached Major Hoffman who was speaking with Madison:

"hello my dear, i am Fredrich Hoffman"

He kissed her hand gently then looked at the SS soldier with a annoyed expression, the man leant over wispering in the Majors ear, Fredrich's expression was horrfyed:

"put the men on full alert!, i want double the sercurity around this building! no one will screw this up for me!" he said loudly

He then looked at Madison and smiled as the SS man took off out the door:

"im sorry my dear..it turns out that a uninvited guest tryed to sneak in the party..he was apprehended by my men though..as i was saying!"


Outside a Gestapo officer entered the gate house with two Honor guards:

"O.K we can do this...my way..or yours..i would love to do it my way though..you are from our time yes? then you know how the Gestapo works?"

The Officer then slapped the man in the face, then grabbed his chin smashing his head off the wall:

"TALK! YOU SWINE!"


Meanwhile 3 engenieers strolled up the steps to the roof:

"Hey out there! we are taking this door off the hinges so you are no longer trapped haha, it will only be afew minutes!"

"Eww!" Madison thought as Fredrich kissed her hand. For Chelsea's sake, she must do everything in her power, though, to be good. The band began the music.

The man clutched a hand to his forehead, from which a stream of blood was beginning to trickle down his face. He muttered an old French curse through the lights that had exploded before his eyes, and swayed a bit.

"I'm going to need another cigarette if you want me to talk." He said in strained English.

The Gestapo Agent said:

"i don't smoke..."

Then looked at both SS honor guards who shook their heads, he grabbed the one on the lefts brest pocket and pulled a pack of cigerette's out:

"humph..here..."

The Officer gave him one and scowled at the SS man:

"tell us why you didn't want the General instead...who you are, what agency you work for, country SHOE SIZE!! WHAT YOU HAD FOR BREAKFAST I WANT TO KNOW IT ALLLL!"

The Officer was furious, he obveiously had problems they required a serious subscription...


In the Ball The General requested Monnlight Sinata by Mozart:

"Madison, i would like you to meet my Father..Feildmarshall General Hubert Hoffman, he commands our Armys in France"

He awaited her reply, he senced somthing wrong with the way things were going...but what was to be..would be..

Madison smiled politely. "It is good to meet you, General." Inside she thought, "Aaah! How much longer can I handle this!" A loud crashing sound was heard, and Madison saw Chelsea fall to the ground.

The grimy, injured, and dazzed man was chilled to the bone by this rampaging officer's uncontrollable demeanor. He just hoped the officer wouldn't lash out at him again. They would kill him if they discovered he was only a poor Belgian man with a gun.

He spoke softly and with forced confidence through drags on his cigarette. "There is a General here? The tall men...I mean...I had no idea of that. I was only here for the most prominent...the Major. No idea of a General. I am...um...Lieutenant Colonel William...Hearst...with the um..." He struggled to remember where the British had said they were from. "...SOE. I was born in Belgium. My shoe size is eleven and a half, and I had a piece of buttered bread for breakfast."

"Das ist gut," Lieutenant Shaftoe yelled to the engineers behind the door. He activated his LASH radio and whispered, "execute plan alpha."

Moments later, there were loud explosions and bright flashes outside the main entrance to the compound as several Seawolves launched flashbangs at the area, to simulate a frontal assault. Lieutenant Shaftoe fired several shots at the area to further convince the opposition that there was an assault was coming from that direction. SS troops started rushing toward the main gate.

Meanwhile, Ensign James Arthur put on a gas mask as corporal Jones drew a grenade launcher filled with tear gas. He whispered "Bravo, go" over his LASH radio, and moments later, the windows on two sides of the building shattered as tear gas and smoke canisters flew through the windows.

Next, Jones fired a tear gas canister through the skylight, then dropped the line attached to the pulley through the broken window. Arthur grabbed onto the rope and slid down into the chaos below, his goggles allowing him decent vision in the smoke. He had been peeking through the window to keep an eye on Madison and the Major, and he knew what general area they should be in. He quickly looked around, and saw a man in an SS officer's uniform-- recognizable by the peaked cap-- holding onto a young woman's wrist, and running toward an exit. As he caught up with them, he recognized the girl-- she was definitely Madison. He hit the SS man hard in the face, but the man recovered quickly and slashed at Arthur with a dagger. He hit Arthur just below the neckline, and would have hit him in the throat had Arthur not reacted as quickly as he did. Arthur sis a sweep kick at the officer's feet and knocked him down. He picked up Madison like a football and ran toward the rope, through the smoke and gas. He attached the rope to a metal loop on his vest, held onto Madison tight, activated his LASH radio, and said, "I have the package." The rope immediatel began to pull him toward the roof. when he got to the top, he threw the coughing girl onto the roof and then climbed up himself. There were three grappling hooks attached to the edge of the roof. He and the two other began sliding down. He told Madison to hold on to him, and he slid down with her on his back. He hit the ground hard. There were several other Seawolves covering them at the bottom. They all began to run for the forest. Shots rang out behind them, and a bullet smacked into a tree right next to Arthur. Two of the operatoves dropped tear gas grenades behind them to slow any pursuers. The entire group rendezvoused at a predesignated waypoint, then started heading for the LZ. Two of the Seawolves were wounded. One had been shot in the arm, and another was bleeding from his hip. Arthur felt guilty for having lead these men into a situation that cause them harm and might get them all killed, simply for his own personal reasons, but he did not regret rescuing Madison. They got to the LZ, and a helicopter was waiting for them.
When they got back to the aircraft carrier, Madison had stopped wheezing from the tear gas, and she asked, "who are you?"

"I'm your brother, James. Don't you remember me?"

"What? I have no brother named James."

"Wait a minute, you... you're not my sister? Oh God. You aren't; your eyes aren't the same color."

"Why did you think I was your sister?"

"I don't have time to explain. I'll be right back." He went and got some civvies for the both of them, the said, "come with me." He led her down to a small black raft with two outboard engines on the back. He told her to get in, then pressed the release that lowered the boat into the sea, and jumped in as it began to move. He took the helm of the boat and began to sail toward the neighboring nation of (insert nation name here because I don't know your geography). He began the long process of explaining to her what had happened.

OOC: That assasin might want to take advantage of the chaos, and escape or whatever.

AT THE PALACE OF THE HIGH ELDER, IN RYANANIA

High Elder Ryan James Wilson XIV was in his office, reviewing a proposal to raise immigration caps, when his secretary said over the intercom, "Sir, Admiral Clark is here to see you. He says it's urgent."

"Send him in."

Fleet Admiral Clark, the Chief of Naval Operations, walked in with his hat in his hand, and an expression on his face that implied that something was wrong, even if the word "urgent" hadn't done a good enough job of implying that already.

"Lucy, Whadjoo do now? You have that 'I'm going to be swabbing decks over this' look on your face," said, the High Elder, in good humor, as usual.

"There's been a bit of an... incident, sir."

"You got a lotta esplaining to do."

"Uh, yes sir. Apparently, one of our intelligence specialists, an Ensign James Arthur... fabricated orders to a Seawolf unit attached to the 8th fleet. The orders said that they were to kidnap an important Temme girl who was to marry an SS sturmbannführer from Baccardi. They succeeded in pulling off a daring raid on a grand ball where she was to meet the sturmbannführer."

"Do they know that it was our men who did this?"

"We don't believe so, sir."

"Good. Cover it up, and I assume you've already arrested him. Do we know what his motivation to do this was?"

"No, sir, we don't. And... we can't arrest him yet, because he evidently escaped by stealing a seaborne landing craft before we knew what he had done. He took the girl with him."

"Well, track him down. And most importantly, cover this whole thing up; you know the drill. Just lie like hell if you have to."

"Aye aye, sir."

"Dismissed."
Sounds like this guy has pluck. Too bad we're going to have to throw the book at him, Wilson thought, as the CNO left the office.

Madison looked up at Ensign Arthur. "There was a girl in there with a cream dress and blonde hair, well, we need to rescue her somehow. She's not really a blonde, she's super dark, and she's everything a Nazi like Fredrich would want to torture or kill." She took a deep breath. "We have to rescue Chelsea, er, Chava, er, my friend!"

"But won't she be protected by your own nation? I'm not really sure how we could rescue her. If it's absolutely necessary, I could try to get organized crime to rescue her when we get to the next nation."

"No, she won't be protected by my nation. My family doesn't care about her. They just want to see this political marriage go off without a hitch. And the government. . .they don't really care."

Chava had seen it all. She ran outside where Temme helicopters were waiting. She stepped on the soldiers' toes with her high heels, and then climbed into the helicopter. She had played helicopter simulation computer games with her ex-boyfriend, and she vaguely knew how to work it. She headed off in the direction of the aircraft carrier.

"No, she won't be protected by my nation. My family doesn't care about her. They just want to see this political marriage go off without a hitch. And the government. . .they don't really care."

Chava had seen it all. She ran outside where Temme helicopters were waiting. She stepped on the soldiers' toes with her high heels, and then climbed into the helicopter. She had played helicopter simulation computer games with her ex-boyfriend, and she vaguely knew how to work it. She headed off in the direction of the aircraft carrier.OOC: I don't get it. Where is this Chava, how did she figure out where I took Madison, and what is going on? I'm confused.

OOC: She followed the helicopter. She's somewhere between the ball and the aircraft carrier.

OOC: There's a little inconsistency in that, but oh well, it's not like this is a war RP.

"Sir, we have a bogey inbound from the West!" said the radarman on the bridge of the RSS Carmona, a corvette that was being used as a radar picket vessel for the 8th fleet.

The officer of the deck ordered the radioman to immediately notify the RSS Shastina.

ON THE RSS SHASTINA
"Sir, the Carmona has detected an inbound bogey! They say it's a helicopter, judging by its speed."

"Sound general quarters! Get the ready five up!" Shouted Commander Davis.

The flight boss picked up the ship's intercom and said, "Ready five, launch! Launch!" But, the pilots were already on their way to the flight deck. They were well-trained and had dropped their card game as soon as the klaxon sounded general quarters.

Mere minutes later, the steam catapults were launching the five F-14 Tomcats into the air, and the jets were on their way to assess the threat of the bogey, and perform fleet defense, if necessary.

Meanwhile, back on the Shastina, the radioman was trying to hail the bogey on different frequencies. "Attention unidentified aircraft, you have violated the airspace of the Ryananian 8th fleet. State your intentions immediately."

Chava heard the message over the radio. "My name is Chelsea. I am a friend of Madison's. Do you have Madison? Is she all right?"

Commander Davis, the watch officer that night, took over the radio. "This is Commander Davis. I have no idea what you're talking about. Is Madison a sailor? If so, this is not the best way to contact him. What do you want?"

Meanwhile, the ready five had reached the Mi-8 Hip helicopter Chelsea was flying. On the combat frequency, the lead pilot reported back to the carrier. "Ready five, reporting. The bogey does not appear to be a threat. It is an old unarmed Soviet transport helicopter. We don't know what's inside, though.

The confusion made the SS troops freak out, panic was everywhare:

"Captian!! i want you to shoot people! get every man we have!! notify the Luftwaffe and the Graf Spee!! i want my girl!!"

Fredrich scremed rushing out the door, German soldiers were everywhare guns drawn, a Sargent rushed up to Fredrich:

"heer Major!! they are escaping! a patrol of ours was found in the woods sleeping!"

Fredrich pulled his lugar from the holster and fired random shots in the air over and over untill it was emtey:

"damn it!!"

In a half hour the Luftwaffe were airborne, 12 folke wolfe fighters and two Donier recon planes serached high and low for the kidnappers. The Major and the General took it to Madison's father:

"what is going on! where is she! what KIND OF DIPLOMATIC RESPONCE IS THIS!" yelled the General

Fredrich stepped foward:

"easy father, we will await word of her before he go anywhare..and Corporal Schmidt i want that man who was supposed to kill me in here NOW!"

Chava radioed, "Madison, Madison! Are you there!"

Chava radioed, "Madison, Madison! Are you there!""No, he isn't! You are communicating with the bridge of the RSS Shastina; there is no sailor named Madison on deck! Could you please explain what you're trying to do?"

"Well, my friend is named Madison. She was taken this way somewhere, and I don't know where she is. She was kidnapped from the ball nearby!" Chava stopped because she was out of breath.

Shit, fuck, damn. She must be talking about the Seawolf operation. Commander Davis didn't know the details of the operation, but he knew that that must have been what the girl was talking about. Can't let her go blabbing about this. "One of my pilots says that your tail rotor looks unstable. You'd better land at our carrier so we can repair you." To the flight boss, he said, "get a Hawkeye up in the air and jam her radio communications. I'm gonna go wake the Captain."

The Great Graf Spee approached the modern carrier at top speed as it was off the cost of Temme, when they were in range they held and morse code tapped away to the modern ship:

"Graf Spee wishes to know why you are in position."

"Reply immeaditly"


On deck pilots prepared their Me-262's to take off at any moment....

The Great Graf Spee approached the modern carrier at top speed as it was off the cost of Temme, when they were in range they held and morse code tapped away to the modern ship:

"Graf Spee wishes to know why you are in position."

"Reply immeaditly"


On deck pilots prepared their Me-262's to take off at any moment...."Sir, we're recieving a signal in old morse code from that ship we detected earlier. 'Graf Spee wishes to know why you are in position. Reply immediately.'" Said the radioman.

"Jesus H. Christ, I can't wait till the Captain gets up here so I don't have to deal with all this shit. Tell them that we are the Ryananian 8th Fleet on a routine tour. Also tell them that it would be appreciated if they would not draw any closer to the fleet. Tell the fleet to execute formation Romeo, just in case these guys aren't friendly." (Formation Romeo is a carrier defense formation). To the flight boss, Commander Davis said, "get some CAP up in the air."

Shortly before the Graf Spee arrived:

As Chava touched down on the carrier, a squad of Marines rushed up behind the helicopter and prepared to fire if anything unfriendly came out of the helicopter. Only Chelsea came out, and she was quickly escorted to the brig, to await debriefing.

The flight deck crew pushed the helicopter over the side of the carrier, and it plunged into the sea with a large splash.

The Krigsmarine Battle flag went up, Swatstika fluttered in the wind. In the command room the Radioman said to the Captian:

"they are on routine patrol Heer Kapitian! they ask we draw no closer!"

The Captian opened the port hole and looked through his bonoculars at the ship:

"aye ey Ensign..have the Bismark and Tirpitz on stand by..as well as U-151 and U-229..we have received word from the SS Major Hoffman's wife to be was captured by enemy forces...we may be in luck"

The first mate entered the radio room:

"heer Kapitian! they are far more advanced then us! it probally has nothing to do with whats on shore"

The Captian grinned:

"they may be more advanced but we cannot be under estimated..we have larger guns, many aircraft and the whole atlantic fleet at our disposial..alert the Admerial"

The first mate frowned then continued:

"Heer Kapitian! we are already at war! we cannot risk this engaugement!"

The Captian shrugged and said:

"if the General says it's them..we attack..any sign of Mrs Madison..we attack!"

The first mate left the room confused and terrifyed but then the thought:

"who takes an aircraft carrier this close to land.."

Captain Kidd (yes, he gets teased about that name a lot by his peers and superiors) was on the bridge now. "Have they stopped moving toward us yet?" He asked.

"Aye, for the moment, sir," responded the surface warfare specialist who was monitoring surface activity.

"Good. Anything on sonar?"

"No sir," responded the sonar operator.

"None of our other ships have detected any submarines either, sir," said the radioman.

"CAP is up, and we have ASW helo's up as well, sir," said the flight boss.

"Well then, I don't see any reason to stick around. Ensign, set a course for Rigel VII- er- I mean, home--" he said to the helmsman, "Fuck, I'm tired. Get me some fucking coffee. Fuck," he said in general. To the radioman, he said, "Transmit a sattelite message to Naval Command, that reads as follows: '8th Fleet returning to home port. Has encontered potentially hostile naval forces.'"

:oops:

Chava scowled. "Someone tell me where Madison is! She disappeared."

Chava landed as she was told. She exited and asked, "Madison? Have any of you seen Madison?"Shortly before the Graf Spee arrived:

As Chava touched down on the carrier, a squad of Marines rushed up behind the helicopter and prepared to fire if anything unfriendly came out of the helicopter. Only Chelsea came out, and she was quickly escorted to the brig, to await debriefing.

The flight deck crew pushed the helicopter over the side of the carrier, and it plunged into the sea with a large splash.

The Alarm on board Graf Spee started screeching, the Carrier was close enough for loud speaker:

"Attension,Attension! hold immeaditly! this will be a peaceful engaugement! please allow us to send a boarding crew to your vessel! if not we will have to resort to harsh measures! this is the Captian of Graf Spee! please!"

A runner came back to the bridge, panting. "Captain, the opposing vessel wishes to send a boarding party. They say that they mean us no harm."

"Send them a morse code message asking why they want to board our ship." Next, he picked up the intraship telephone and called the officer in charge of the brig. "I want you to move that girl we just detained to the reactor room, immediately, do you understand me? Also the girl that came back with the Seawolves." (No, it isn't going to kill her, since the reactor isn't leaking or anything).

"What do you mean, the girl who came back with the Seawolves isn't there? Shit!" He then called up Commander McBride, who said he hadn't seen Ensign Arthur or the girl at the debriefing meeting, and none of his Seawolves had seen them since they'd got off the Wraith. Captain Kidd spoke a long string of expletives as only a sailor could, then called up the commander of the ship's marine Garrison, and ordered him to have his marines do a ship-wide search for the both of them. "I want you to search this boat from the bilges to the mast! When you find them, put the girl in the reactor room and bring Ensign Arthur to the bridge."

"What do you mean, the girl who came back with the Seawolves isn't there? Shit!" He then called up Commander McBride, who said he hadn't seen Ensign Arthur or the girl at the debriefing meeting, and none of his Seawolves had seen them since they'd got off the Wraith. Captain Kidd spoke a long string of expletives as only a sailor could, then called up the commander of the ship's marine Garrison, and ordered him to have his marines do a ship-wide search for the both of them. "I want you to search this boat from the bilges to the mast! When you find them, put the girl in the reactor room and bring Ensign Arthur to the bridge."

OOC: So both Chava and Madison are in the reactor room?

Graf Spee responded:

"we will ask the question upon arrival,please let us board"

The Captian peered at the ship through his bonoculars and then a Mid ship officer entered:

"heer Kapitian, Bismarks ETA 15 minutes,local civilians said they seen a helicoptor land on the deck about a half hour ago, the SS has been making house calls.."

The Captian grinned then replyed:

"they will agree..ready the boats"

OOC: So both Chava and Madison are in the reactor room?No. She's on a boat headed for some other nation. Please read all of my posts, and you'll see what's going on.

OOC: Sorry.

IC: Chava was in the reactor room, worried about her friend, and, to be brutally honest, herself. She was afraid of the unknown.

"Tell them that they can only bring an unarmed party, and that their Captain must come with them because I want to speak with him in person. They can come over on a motorized launch, because I don't want that battleship coming up next to the Shastina," said the Captain.

"Sir, our radar pickets have detected another incoming capitol ship."

"Fuck. Tell it to keep it's distance if it gets too close."

The phone rang. "Sir we've swept the whole ship, but the two you wanted us to find aren't there. It looks like they took a landing craft, because one is missing."

"What the hell? Why in God's name would he do that? This just keeps getting better and better." He hung up, then called the brig to confirm that the prisoner had been moved.

"Sir, Naval Command has responded and says that they will send the nearest fleet to rendezvous with us, but that we won't meet up with it for several days, weather permitting," said the radioman.

"Update Naval Command of our current situation."

((Hey Baccardi, did the SS officer leave my character unattended, or are you not going to give me a chance to make an escape?))

OOC: all hell has broken loose and your charactor is being brought to the Major under armed guard for questioning..


Aboard Graf Spee the message was received:

"alright boys! on the double i want 2 launches un-armed men about them, i will attend!"

Bellowed the Captian


The 2 launches moved up to the Air craft carrier with the Captian standing on the front of the ship wearing his best uniform, he looked back to see Bismark was comming into veiw, her masts were seen on the horizon:

"hallo up there! give us and access ladder!" yelled one of the boarding party

The first mate stood on the bridge of Graf Spee, the orders stood..if anything was to happen while he was on board blow the bastards right out of the water. These orders were issued to both Bismark and Graf Spee.


Back at the Chateau the prisoner was brought in to be questioned by the Major himself:

"did you arrange this? you are in the SAS correct? why must you kill me and not my father..the Feildmarshall General.....the SAS knew i was here..so your orders were to kill me...you did not know the General was my father yes? answer me you SWINE!"

A rope ladder fell from the deck of the carrier. Captain Kidd and Commander Norman, the first mate stood at the top to greet the visitors and see what they wanted.

The man stared blankly at the Major. He didn't know what the SAS was, so he decided to chance it.

His voice trembled. "Er...no...Imeanyesyes...I arranged this. I am a member of the SA...S. I...we had no idea the General was here or your father."

He honestly hoped he would get out of this, and made a pledge to himself to never, ever talk to tall men in trenchcoats ever again, no matter the money they brought with them.

The Captian and the boarding crew stepped aboard:

"hallo Captian, permission to do a supervised search of your vessel on account of a kid napping...it could have been a member of your crew"

The Captian bowed and clicked his heels..



Fredrich looked the man right in the eyes:

"you know not what you talk about you blundering fool...if i beleived you were SAS or a brittish agent i would have had you SHOT already for a spy! tell me who set this up for a cigerette and a glass on Hennesay?"

Fredrich awaited the mans reply, he senced fear

"Permission granted. You understand, of course, that there are certain sensitive areas of our vessel where we cannot allow you: such as our powerplant or our operations rooms."

The Captian looked at Kidd and nodded slowly:

"agreed..although if you wanted to hide somthing from me..that is where it would be? restricted!"

Exclaimed the Captian looking at Kidd with percing eyes

The Captian looked at Kidd and nodded slowly:

"agreed..although if you wanted to hide somthing from me..that is where it would be? restricted!"

Exclaimed the Captian looking at Kidd with percing eyes"You're right. That would be the perfect place to hide things. You're just going to have to trust that I haven't, because security regulations do not allow people who don't have proper clearance into those areas. Shall we begin the tour? Your men can split into as many groups as they wish, and each group will be escorted by one of my petty officers here."

The Captian nodded then spoke in German to his men:

"search everything you can..i know they are hiding her here..lets move!"

All the troops moved in differnt directions with a petty officer, there were 2 groups of 12. 3 miles away Bismark sat waiting quietly, The Captian stood on the bridge watching the Krigsmarine boarding crew search the ship:

"DeFell..order all hands to positions.." said the Captian

He was preparing incase somthing went wrong, the orders had changed slightly..apparently they were not to fire upon this Carrier unless fired upon..the SS were positive the Fredrich's wife to be was on board.

The landing craft slid up onto the beach in (insert name of neighboring nation here because I don't know your geography). The sun was still below the horizon, but just barely. No one was on the beach.

"Well, this is our stop, Madison. You can go wherever you want, or you can follow me. I plan on heading for (insert name of city here), where I've made arrangements for two new identities."

At that moment, Arthur heard a man's voice a short distance away yell, "Freeze!"

He craned his head and saw that a man in a white uniform had a bolt action rifle leveled on him. The man was a coast guard patrolman of this nation. The man drew closer and said, "You're under arrest! I'm not sure for what, but judging by that black motorized raft with the machine gun on it, I'd say you're a spy."

Arthur said, "I can offer you a lot of money if you just walk away. I'm going to take the money out of my pocket."

"Hold it! If you try anything funny, you're going to have a hole the size of Automagfreek in you!"

Arthur slowly reached into his pocket... and pulled out a large wad of Ryananian hundred Crowner notes. The patrolman's eyes got very wide "You won't get this if you arrest me. They'll take it as evidence." He tossed the notes at the man, who caught them with his trigger hand. He then started to slowly back away, still aiming his rifle at Arthur, then when he was about thirty yards away, he turned and sprinted toward the road.

"We'd better get out of here," said Arthur.

Madison turned to Ensign Arthur. "Hey, I forgot to say thank you. Thank you for saving me." She shrugged. "I suppose, if I'm not too much of a pest, I think I'll go with you."

"You're welcome. You seem like a nice girl, so I'm sure I'll enjoy travelling with you. I'll be honest; I don't know exactly what we'll do or where we'll go once we get the new identities. We'll just have to make it up as we go along."

He put his hand on his chest, over the spot where the knife cut was under his shirt.

"I'd better take care of this wound, but we need to get out of here first."

They walked for a while, then he hailed a taxi and told the dirver to take them to a motel in the inner city. When they got there, Ensign Arthur rented a small two bed room, then got out some medical supplies he'd taken from a first aid box on the carrier, took off his shirt, and cleaned and dressed the wound. Next, he began checking bus schedules.

He hung up the phone and said to Madison, "We leave tomorrow at 1215, or 12:15 PM in civilian time, from the local Greyhound bus station. We'll have our new identities tomorrow. How old are you, Madison?"

"I'm 15 years old. That may seem a little young, but when the opportunity presented itself, my parents jumped at the chance." She realized that she had absolutely nothing except for the blue sparkly dress she was wearing when rescued.

"I'm 15 years old. That may seem a little young, but when the opportunity presented itself, my parents jumped at the chance." She realized that she had absolutely nothing except for the blue sparkly dress she was wearing when rescued.(actually, I said that I got her some civilian clothes off the carrier in one of my earlier posts, but I'll remind her). "You might want to throw away that dress. It's kind of conspicuous. These will be more comfortable anyway," he handed her the civilian clothes from the carrier; an skirt that came up to just above the knees, a white spaghetti strap top, and some withe and blue sneakers. (I'm not very creative with the clothing, what with being a dude and all. It took me about ten minutes just to think of the three things that I did).

"Oh, thanks." She went into the washroom to put them on. She then crawled into bed. "Goodnight."

Fredrich had put a most impressive amount of man power into finding his kidnapped bride to be. The was 2 detachments of Gestapo Agents in surrounding cities and towns around Temme, he would not be provoked by some fool with mental idea's.

The Carrier was being searched high and low for the escapees. On shore a landing craft was found on the beach by a Gestapo officer. They were granted admission into the countrys in search of 'fugitives' that attempted to assinate Major Fredrich Hoffman of the SS.

The Gestapo officers name was Otto Vanheller, he had searched every known motel and hotel in the city untill he had come to the final one:

"hallo, Baccardi secret police i need your co-operation" he said to the desk clerk

The desk clerk looked at his papers then nodded quicky:

"who has cheaked in today and what time? i need room #'s and addmittance"

The clerk intended to Co-operate fully with this Agent to avoid any trouble:

"well, i have a Gentleman with an American accent and a young lady that seemed to be from Temme.."

The Gestapo Agents face turned to a evil grin:

"thank you for the Co-operation may i see your telephone?"


15 minutes later 3 vans discuised as laundry mat pick up vehicles pulled out back. 18 Waffen SS Elite troops poured out in full combat gear:

"Gentleman! there is 2 people in that room! the female is not to be harmed but the Major wishes to have the Male alive! to be questioned..but if he puts up a fight..enjoy fulling him up with lead!"

Exclaimed a young Leiutennet drawing his lugar

Sentries were posted all around the motel as a group of 12 creeped up the stairs guns pointed towards the door. The Gestapo Agent VanHeller banged on the door:

"open up you swine! Gestapo! immeaditly before we have to come in!"

Madison jumped out of bed at the sound. She hadn't been asleep. She put on the heels she'd been wearing at the ball. (OOC: I know you're a guy and all, but girls don't usually wear sneakers with skirts. This would just look more natural.) She jumped out the window, motioning for Ensign Arthur to follow.

An SD brownshirt was on the street and seen it, he blew his wistle loudly:

"halt frauline! OR I'LL SHOOT!"

The soldiers in the hotel heard the wistle blow and took off down the staris boots pounding like thunder:

"the girl! the girl! Schnell!" Yelled the Leiutennet

6 SS soldiers kicked in the door rushing into the room:

"Halt! we will kill you!!"

The Alarm screeched on the Graf Spee and the Boarding crew rushed back to the ladder:

"hurry up!! move , move move!!" ordered the Captian,

All the men from below decks ran onto the main deck yelling and going for the boats back to the Air Craft Carrier.

Madison heard them. She also knew that no one would kill her; the Major had wanted her as his wife so badly. She had a brilliant idea. She would speak in French. Everyone in Temme knew it, but she suspected that her pursuers would not. If they did, well, did they know that Madison spoke French?

"Ce qui? Qui êtes-vous? Pourquoi voulez-vous me tirer?" she asked.

OOC: Translation: What? Who are you? Why do you want to shoot me?

Ensign Arthur had studied French for three years at the academy, and he began ranting in French as well. The men looked perplexed. Suddenly, several gunshots rang out outside of the room, along with a great deal of shouting in German.

The motel was in a seedy part of town, and apparently a gang of drug traffickers had set up shop next door, and thought that the police had come to get them. The men rushed outside to battle it out with the gang, as they thought they were under attack.

Ensign Arthur said, "Come on!" andd lept out the window, ladning on top of the brownshirt. He heard several of the man's bones crack. Arthur got back up and ran across the street with Madison, causing several cars to crash.

One of the SS sentries saw them, but didn't fire, for fear of hitting Madison. He reported to his superiors, and soon the SS men were in hot pursuit.

After zig zagging through the inner city, they came upon a truck full of un-baled hay that was stopped in front of a store. The driver was inside the store. He grabbed Madison and tossed her into the hay, then he jumped in next to her. They were almost completely buried in the hay. He grabbed Madison's hand and asked, "are you okay?"

This was the second time in three days that they had narrowly escaped capture, and for him, it was the second time he'd escaped death. It was an oddly exhilirating feeling, knowing that there were three nations after him who both, presumably, wanted him dead. It was like a movie, going on the run with a damsel in distress.

Madison smiled. "Yes. Thank you so much! You've rescued me twice. But why did you do it the second time? I'm not your sister, the reason you did it the first time."

The SD Brownshirt had both his ancles snapped from the impact:

"Heer Leiutennet! they ran that way!!i will be fine!"

He yelled, 2 black uniformed Allgemeine stayed with him while the rest charged down the street blowing this wistles speaking in complete German:

"they cannot get away or the Major will see we are all in the eastren front by the end of the week! Schnell!" Exclaimed the Leiutennet

3 black 1938 Mercedes Bentz with Swatstika flags attached flew around the corner filled with Brown Shirts:

"where did they go??" one yelled

The Leiutennet looked at their Captian and replyed:

"through those allys i am despercing my men now Heer Kapitian!"


The SS men ran down the streets looking under cars,in cars..dumpsters then 4 stopped by the hay stack:

"Wo fickt das machte sie gehen?" said one of them resting his arm on the cart-
(where the f*** did they go?)


The group took off as one of the Mercedes flew down the street extremly fast. One of the SS man came out of the store with the truck driver:

"let me cheak your hay sir!" the driver nodded and the Soldier started pushing his rifle barrel in the hay then pulling it out, just in case Madison was in there he was not allowed to attach his Bayonet:

"danke!" he said then rushed off down the street

The driver went to start the truck but it wouldn't turn over:

"god damn it..don't you go no whare you old peice of **** i'll be back in the morning" he said then walked down the street

Madison clutched Ensign Arthur's hand. She was quite frightened. She hoped he would somehow give her non-verbal reassurance.

A group of 5 SS men stood on the side of the road across from the cart:

"we'' shoot that bastard on sight when we see him..he injured Oskar!"

One of the others said with a laugh:

"no haha we just catch him then give him to the Gestapo! hahaha"

The others roared with laughter then it ceased:

"hello men,what is so funny?"

The voice was familiar...it was Fredrich:

"nothing Major..just err Nikolas was talking about french girls haha"

Fredrich nodded then replyed:

"i'd rather it the word GIRLS was not mentioned at this time! watch your post!"

The soldiers clicked their heels and Fredrich strolled down the street followed by his Aid Franz aswell as a squad of men.

Ensign Arthur firmly held Madison's hand with both of his. He said nothing, and simply held onto Madison. They stayed there, not moving, waiting for their pursuers to move on...

OOC: I'm going for my customary jog. I'll be back in a half an hour or so, assuming the NationStates server is still working when I get back.

After two hours of laying in the hay, holding onto Madison, he finally peeked over the top of the truckbed. There was no one in sight, and the store clerk was busy putting up a display for some soft drink.

"It's safe to get out now, Madison." He got out of the truck with her following and said, "I have to go make a call. You stay on lookout." He went to a payphone, dialed a number he had memorized, and when a man on the other end answered, Arthur said, "Hey Joey, this is Sam, could you come pick me up at (he gave him the address of the store)? My Peugot's fuel pump went out." That was the code for his organized crime contacts that something had gone wrong, and he needed help getting out of the country.

The man replied, "Yeah, no problem. I'll be there in two shakes of a lamb's tail." That was the confirmation code.

A short time later, an inconspicuous black car rolled into the parking lot, and a man wearing a business suit walked up to Arthur and said, "how 'bout the weather today?"

Arthur replied, "We've got a mighty convoy, truckin' through the night."

"Allright, let's go," the man responded.

With that, all three of them got into the car, which took them to a warehouse complex at the docks. They drove into one of the warhouses. In it were a bunch of surly men, performing various tasks, and a semi-truck.

The man in the suit said, "welcome to my office. I would love to have you over for dinner, but I tink it would be better for all of us if we got you out of the city as soon as possible." He led them over to the semi truck, got in the back, and opened up a hidden compartment in the floor. He told them to get in, and that they would be leaving very soon. They both climbed into the compartment, then the man closed the hatch, leaving Madison and Ensign Arthur in complete darkness. The rest of the men in the warehouse began loading heavy boxes full of electronics into the truck. Once the truck was full, the driver took off, and began heading for the city where Arthur was to recieve the new identities.

The Gestapo received the message over the tapped phone lines but to them it was just another conversation of jibberish. Fredrich packed back and fourth:

"you had them Leiutennet! how could they slip away! Madison ran willingly?"

Fredrich paused looking really confused, the Leiutennet replyed:

"err ye..yes Major Hoffman..we..wee tryed to stop them but we thought we were being attacked when it was just some 'buisnessmen across the street"

Fredrich was puzzled by this new information:

"The town has given us full Co-Operation..i want road blocks every 3 miles till the town limits! i want men at the docyards i want men downtown, i want MEN EVERYWHARE ESPECIALLY THE AIRPORT!! every officer is to have a picture of Madison! Schnell!"

The Leiutennet left the room after clicking his heels, Fredrich was beginning to give up on the matter..after all he might even resort to that wonderful Baroness from Vienna, but he would not quit without a fight...

Bump?

Madison sat there in the compartment. She asked Ensign Arthur, "Why did you save me that second time? I'm not your sister. Why?"

Fredrich had left the assassin with his knees trembling, terrorized into silence. He assumed the Major went off in pursuit of that girl he had overheard a pair of guards talking about. By listening in a little closer, he heard that she had fled to (insert name of country here). With a little luck, he could sneak out of the compound, dispatch the Major, and finally be rid of all this dirty business.

All the guards and soldiers left so fast they forgot about the paid killer locked in the guard house. There were 175 men taken front differnt fronts by the General(Fredrichs father) to search for the kidd napper who would surely face a fireing squad for assulting the SD brownshirt who attpemted to arrest Madison.

Fredrich sat at the table in his Hotel room holding a telegram, he crumpled it up throwing it across the room, Franz looked at him and said:

"what is it Heer Major?"

Fredrich looked franz in the eyes:

"Franz..it seems by the end of the week we are to return to Poland..."

Franz nodded slightly and left the room. He was in his late 50's, he had faught in the first world war and was a sergent and fredrichs personal driver.

Ensign Arthur was silent for a moment-- taken off guard by the question posed by Madison. He hadn't even thought of why he'd saved her the second time. "I... I don't know, Madison. It was the right thing to do. I couldn't just leave you." Then suddenly a new thought occurred to him-- a thought that surprised and scared him at the same time. "With all that I've been through with you these past three days-- coming so close to certain death and all, and knowing that my own nation probably wants me dead too-- I think I've fallen in love with you. I didn't realize it until just now. I felt it, but I didn't know what the feeling meant. I know it doesn't make sense, but... I love you, Madison." He wished he could see her face through the darkness, so that he could guess how she felt about this before she responded. He felt light, like he had hyperventilated. He had never been in love before, and it frightened him like nothing else ever had.

Meanwhile, at Naval Headquarters in Ryanania...

"This is Rear Admiral Lincoln, with the Navy Judge Advocate General office. I need to speak with Justice Anderson."

"Please hold," said the secretary at the Ministry of Justice. Suddenly the song, "I Hope You Dance" by Lee Ann Womack assaulted the Rear Admiral's ears. He shuddered and made a groaning sound. About one minute later, Judge Anderson picked up the line, ending the awful song.

"Justice Anderson speaking."

"Is this line secure?"

"Uh, yes. Who is this?"

"This is Rear Admiral Lincoln, with the Navy Judge Advocate General office. I need your help in apprehending a sailor of ours. First of all, I need you to arrange a meeting between Don Giusseppe Salvatore and I. He's doing life in Pelican Bay SuperMax prison, correct?" Without waiting for an answer, he went on, "I also need you to authorize a plea bargain for him if he helps us. I can get authorization from the High Elder himself, if you need it. Oh, and you are not to speak to anyone about this unless I or someone higher say you can..."

Madison replied, "You know, you just pinpointed my exact feelings for you. I love you, too." She lay there in the dark, a little frightened. Love had never been something she'd ever experienced personally. Yet, it lifted her in the strangest way.

He put his arms around Madison and held her close, not saying a word the rest of the way.

After several hours of travelling, and after making it through several Baccardian checkpoints, the semi truck pulled into another warehouse complex. After all of the boxes were removed from the trailer, they removed Madison and Ensign James Arthur from the hidden compartment.

"Welcome to Arizona Nova. If the Baccardians want to get you here, they're going to have to send covert agents, because AZ doesn't have an alliance with them or anything," said the man who seemed to be in charge.

After proper greetings and everything, the mafia men gave them both changes of clothes, and directed them to bathrooms where they could clean themselves up and take showers. After that, they were given directions to a nearby hotel that didn't require reservations. The mafia man in charge handed Arthur a H&K .45 pistol. They left the complex and began walking toward the hotel. They passed by a homeless person on the street.

The homeless man put his face near his shoulder and said, "Bravo-five-seven. Target spotted. Heading north on Phoenix Boulevard."

A sniper on the roof of a five story building began scanning the street for his target. He had memorized every detail about Ensign James Arthur. He found his target and began to line up his shot. He was using a Walther WA2000, which wasn't the most accurate of sniper rifles, but used the fairly powerful Winchester .300 round, and most importantly, was very compact, making it easy to conceal. The sniper put the crosshairs on the base of Arthur's neck, just above his left shoulder, when the sniper had Arthur in profile right in front of the building across the street. He steadied his breathing, pulled the trigger halfway, then fired.

Ensign Arthur heard the ping of a bullet ricocheting off the side of the building next to him and, instinctively grabbed Madison and ducked inside. The back of his neck stung, and when he felt it with his hand, it was wet with blood. Luckily, the bullet had just creased the back of his neck. He took Madison out the back exit of the building with him, and they proceeded to the hotel. It was almost dark outside now. They checked in under false names and went up to their hotel room. Tomorrow, they were to recieve the new identities and the relocation by the mafia, which Ensign Arthur had paid handsomely for. Arthur closed the door, locked it, then balanced a glass cup on top of the doorknob, which would fall and break if anyone tried to open the door.

He walked up to Madison, held her hands, gazed into her eyes, and said, "Madison, I've never felt this way about anyone before. Ever since I was fourteen years old, I've either been in an all boys military academy, or the Navy, so I never had the chance to fall in love. Now it seems like all of that happened simply so that I could fall in love with you. The circumstances were so perfect that it must have been fate. You've given me a new reason to live-- you've made me truly happy for the first time in my life. I love you Madison, more than you can ever know" He waited for her response. He had never felt joy like this before. Being in love made him feel blissful and strangely sick at the same time.

JAG office, Naval Headquarters

"The report from that coast guard patrolman helped us track him down to Arizona Nova. Two of our agents spotted him, and the sniper took a shot, but missed. We're fairly certain he's still in the same city, but we can't effectively search for him without telling Arizona Nova about it, and Admiral Clark says that the Foreign Minister has ordered that no other nations are to be informed of our situation; even friendly ones like AZ. Also, we believe that the SS is off his tail for now, since he's in neutral territory. If they have agents in AZ, we aren't aware of them," said Hunter Howard, the director of Ryanania's Government Intelligence Bureau (GIB).

Rear Admiral Lincoln hated dealing with the GIB. He saw them as a bunch of underhanded spooky bastards, and they saw the military as a bunch of ham-fisted morons who wouldn't know intelligence information if it hit them in the face. But he was forced to deal with them in this situation. He responded, "It's just as well that your sniper missed (a subtle jibe at the GIB), because we have another plan arranged with the Ministry of Justice..."

Madison gazed at James. "Oh, James, you've made me so happy. I never knew true happiness or love until I met you. Just think, we could have totally missed this, and I would have been engaged to that horrid man." A small tear started in the corner of her eye, a happy tear.

The Gestapo started poking their noses into where they might have dissappeard. The next day a file was on Fredrichs desk at the hotel which they were first presued, he read aloud:

"Agent Scheilmann..blah,blah,blaaah....interesting...Ensign Arthur...really..."

Franz looked at him in suspence:

"what does it say Heer Major?"

Fredrich jumped up and replyed:

"he is hunted by his own country haha! Madisons kidnapper! he is a Ensign in the navy, special forces...he was tracked to Arizona Nova! thats only afew hundred miles from here..i will get my father on the line and tell him to contact the goverment on behalf of Baccardi regarding a 'murderer and a attempted assasin' haha"

Franz grinned and replyed:

"jawhol Heer Major!"

Fredrich picked up the phone and called his father but at the time all they could do was dispatch a group of 14 Secret Agents of the Gestapo..Fredrich would go aswell in plain clothes.

He put on a suit then placed 2 Walthers under his arms and a Lugar in his dress coat pocket:

"franz get me a train ticket with the others, i will leave in 25 minutes"

Franz clicked his heels and left the room:

"it ends soon Ensign...i will kill you before i have to return to the front!" he yelled


OOC: Baccardi has Gestapo Agents all over the world called sleepers,they collect things they think may involve their nation very carefully,they how ever have no identification linking them to Baccardi if captured.

OOC: We'll bring this to a climax tomorrow then, with a final conflict between the Haupsturmführer and Ensign Arthur.

James felt his eyes begin to well up with tears. He'd never been so happy in his life. But he was also afraid now; he was afraid of death. Now that he had Madison to live for, he was afraid of death. He put his arms around her and held her close, then he leaned in and kissed her on the lips. He wished he could stay like that forever. The kiss made him feel like the room was spinning around him. Part of an old song from Broadway floated through his mind.

It only takes a moment
For your eyes to meet and then
Your heart knows in a moment
You will never be alone again

I held her for an instant
But my arms felt sure and strong
It only takes a moment
To be loved a whole life long...

After what seemed like hours to James, they finally broke the kiss. Madison was crying, so James stood there holding her as she pressed her face against his shoulder, and once more he said, "I love you."

Finally, James said, "Madison, with all that's been happening, I can't be sure of how much longer I'll live. I have entire nations after me. We need to make the most of the time we have. Will you make love with me tonight?"

Madison shook her head. "That's wrong without marriage." Then she got a conspiratorial glint in her eye. "Of course, if we were married, then the Major wouldn't be able to marry me."

He smiled. "Madison, as soon as we're safe, marrying you is the first thing I intend to do." He kissed her on the forehead, then said, "we should go to sleep now. Tomorrow will probably be another eventful day."

He smiled. "Madison, as soon as we're safe, marrying you is the first thing I intend to do." He kissed her on the forehead, then said, "we should go to sleep now. Tomorrow will probably be another eventful day."

Fredrich and his men sat on the train in differnt cars the whole way to Arizona Nova. Upon arrival it only took the flash of Gestapo passes and direct co-operation papers signed by the goverment to get through customs. Fredrich was tired of toying with this simple Ensign..he was a Major! with a very distinguished service record. 2 Entire elite plattons of the countrys finest SS troops could not do the job right, Fredrich took it into his own hands.

At the hotel Fredrich stood looking out the window thinking to himself:

"Ensign Arthur will not escape me this time! i do not fear him..the thought of him makes me quiver though...i do not wish to take him prisoner, i will shoot him after he has surrendered..he has made a fool out of me and his own country..."

He took out his Lugar and cocked it back then looked at both Walthers under his arms and grinned to himself. Some of the agents were packing MP40's..Arthur would not escape this time.

In the morning, before Madison had awoken, Ensign Arthur picked up the phone and called his final mafia contact. When the man answered the phone, Arthur said, "What's the forecast?"

The man responded, "East wind, rain." He then gave Arthur directions to a secluded clearing in a nearby national park.

Arthur hung up, then brushed his teeth and took a shower. After he had done that, he woke Madison, saying, "We have to leave soon, my love."

Madison was groggy, but she quickly woke up and tried to smooth some of the wrinkles out of her clothes. "Ah, good morning, my darling. Where are we off to?"

The Gestapo was at the telephone switchboard intercepting all messages. The president of the nation agreed to assist Baccardi capture their 'murder and attepmted assasin who kid napped a reich officers bride'.

One of the officers looked at Fredrich and said:

"Major a call has just came through with directions, Braun will decode this message immeaditly and then we will be on the move"

Fredrich smiled then replyed:

"ive got him now...this will be his final destination"


OOC:Fredrich is not a cold person. He is not your original Nazi officer, he makes up his mind about somthing but can quickly change it given the circustances...if he knew the whole story behind Madison and Arthur he might consider freeing him really. Depends on how the story goes.

Madison tried to finger-comb her hair. It stubbornly refused to stay down. She finally just wet her hair under the tap.

25 minutes later the Gestapo approached the meeting place, there was 5 men standing around a truck:

"kill them all" Fredrich said as the car came closer.another 2 cars of Gestapo agents were comming down the road at the same time.

A man walked up and said:

"your not James Arthur!"

The Gestapo agents opened fire with Lugars and 2 MP40's, the men never knew what hit them as they lay on the ground in puddles of blood. Fredrich walked up to each man and put another bullet in the back of his head:

"clean this mess up and put on their clothes! he will walk right into this trap!"

Once all was prepared they moved the truck away from the blood all over the ground and 4 men including Fredrich stood around the truck with made 5. Fredrich gave his men a speach then ended it with:

"don't shoot the girl! you shoot the girl i will kill you! understand! english is only to be spoken! no guns unless he trys somthing! we will have him and i WILL have my bride!"

He put the .45 in his back pocket. They then went downstairs and hailed a cab. Ensign Arthur told the driver to take them to the national forest.

The cab pulls into the parking lot of the visitor center of the national park. Athur pays the cabbie, then he and Madison begin their trek toward trail A7. After a short hike, they came upon a circular clearing that marked the halfway point to their destination. There was thick foliage all over the ground.

Suddenly what looks like nine masses of moving plant life rise up in a horse shoe pattern around them. A moment later, Ensign Arthur realizes that these mounds were men in ghillie suits, and they were pointing M4 Carbines at him and Madison. One of the men yelled, "Do not move, or we will open fire! Put you hands behind your heads! NOW!" Arthur guessed that these were Ryananian Marines, judging by the accent and the weapons. He frantically tried to think of a way they could escape, but to no avail. They were surrounded on three sides by nine Marines. His heart sank. "Sergeant, take them prisoner," ordered the man. One of the men in ghillie suits moved forward and bound Ensign Arthur and Madison's hands behind their backs with strong plastic tie wraps after frisking them and disarming Ensign Arthur. At the same time, one of the men got on the radio and said, "Mother Goose, this is Ugly Duckling, mission accomplished. Need evac ASAP." A Sea King Helicopter that had been hovering far enough away so as not to be detected by Arthur radioed back, "Roger that, Ugly Duckling, we're on our way," and began heading for the clearing. The Marines formed a circle, put the prisoners face down in the middle, and waited for the helicopter to pick them up.

Madison gasped for a moment. These were not Baccardians, who could be counted on not to shoot her. Lying there, face down, she began to cry for no good reason she could think of.

This wasn't how it was supposed to end. We were supposed to get married and ride off into the sunset together. Not die like this. Oh, well, at least we'll be together in our death. Not as good as in life, but at least neither of us will have to live without the other.

Fredrich heard the and looked at his men,they all started creeping towards the marines:

"Men! move! kill them all except Arthur and Madison!" he wisped


They appraoched the marines from behind sneaking through the woods,all 12 Gestapo agents weilding wepons. Through the bushes Fredrich seen Madison holding Arthur...he blinked over and over again:

"when sir?" wisped a Gestapo agent

Fredrich held up a STG44 and opened fire, the other Gestapo agents fired all at the same time:

"MADISON! ARTHUR RUUUN!" screamed Fredrich mowing down 2 of the marines

Madison ran as fast as she possibly could. The tears running down her cheeks were tears of amazement. Fredrich hadn't shot James. He'd let James live.

4 Gestapo agents hit the ground but the rest kept on fireing picking up their machine guns:

"feed it to them!!" Fredrich screamed

3 other Gestapo agents flanked them from behind and opened fire, bullets flew everywhare, Fredrich yelled at the Ensign again:

"RUN DAMN YOU!! GO WITH HER YOU FOOL!"

Fredrich took a bullet through the arm then braced himself on a tree fireing his Lugar, he dropped the STG44 and another Agent picked up up, the remaining marines started to retreat into the woods:

"kill them..all!" Fredrich slid down the side of the tree, he looked at his stomach..a bullet entered just above his hip...

The remaining seven uninjured Marines dropped prone and returned fire. One ofe them lashed out with his foot and tripped Madison. She hit the ground hard, since her hands were tied behind her. The Marine yelled, "Stay the hell down! You want to get shot?!" He threw himself on top of her to shield her from bullets. Ryananian Marines value honor over all, as this one showed.

"Mother Goose! This is Ugly Duck! We are under fire! Need support!"

"Roger that, Ugly Duckling. Will provide fire support."

The Helicopter arrived within a minute and began firing into the group of Baccardians with its minigun. It landed with its side facing the Baccardians. The side gunner opened up on them with the .50 caliber machine gun. With the side gunner and four of the Marines providing suppression fire, three of the Marines threw Madison and Arthur onto the helicopter, then loaded their wounded on board as well. Once the last man was on board, the helicopter took off and began heading for the aircraft carrier.

OOC: Okay, now the helicopter is on the way to the carrier with Arthur and Madison on it. I'm going to go walk my dogs now. In the words of my governor, "I'll be back."

Fredrich had indeed been out gunned. He sat on the ground holding his stomach wound:

"...bbrraaan..get worrrd to Graf Spee..teell theem the heliicoptor muusst have no whare to land and they fiiredd at us firstt"

Agnet Braun stood up and took off to the radio, 6 gestapo agents were dead, the dead marines lay on the ground soaked in blood:

"basstards.." Fredrich spat towards the fallen men..


Graf Spee was informed of the situation by means of the Enigma coding machine which the modern navy never would have thought to use. The Captian of Graf Spee did not raise the alarm but simply made plans for 'other' means of giving the chopper no whare to land.

The Ryananian batllegroup was on full alert. There were F-14's and F-18's flying combat air patrol. The battlegroup consisted of four California class cruisers, six Spruance class destroyers, two Oliver Hazard Perry class frigates, two Saint Andrew class corvettes, two Seawolf class nuclear submarines, and the flagship was the aircraft carrier, RSS Enterprize. All of the ships used active sonar, searching for submarines, while the two nuclear subs ran silent, waiting for the surface ships to signal them to attack. ASW helicopters also searched the water for submarines. Surface radar watched for any incoming ships. Their orders were to head full steam back toward the safety of Ryananian Naval Headquarters at St. Andrew's Harbor as soon as they had Ensign Arthur in the brig. Madison was the secondary objective.

Graf Spee sat 1200 feet from the other carrier, Bismark was 4 miles and staying where she was. All was quiet untill the Ryananian carrier shook, creaking could be heard under water, the Ryananian Carrier was splitting down from under her water line and breaking up!. The alarm on Graf Spee started wining and life boats were lowered into the water to Secure the crew of the carrier, over the loud speaker the Captian announced:

"crew of Ryananian carrier please remain calm as we will assist you in rescuing crew members!"

He repeated it twice and Bismark started moving in for the rescue. 5 divers went to the Captians quarters where they were awarded the Iron cross with oak leaves and diamonds:

"is the rudder dismantled?"

they nodded, the Captian grinned as he looked at the comical shark type costumes they wore so the raydar didn't detect them moving in. The carrier wasn't to a sinking point..the captian had not completed his mission and would leave immeaditly after he assisted them in some way.

Admiral Harvey was not about to let his ship go down. "Seal the watertight compartments and activate the bilge pumps! Get all damage control personnel to the lower decks!" They managed to stop the Enterprize from sinking any further, and no one had been hurt, since it wasn't a drastic hull breach but the rudder was disabled, and the carrier was going nowhere fast. "Send an encrypted message to the Redding and the Athens. Tell them to attach cables to us in preparation to begin towing us back to port. Then update command."

"Aye aye, sir." The comms officer then sent a computer encrypted message to the two ships, and also informed Ryananian Naval Command that they needed backup.

The helicopter landed as the cruisers began to attach cables to the carrier to steer it back to port. Ensign Arthur and Madison were thrown in the brig, with several Marines and a Navy master-at-arms guarding them. All of the Marines and sailors in the ship were armed. Ryananian Naval Command had made it very clear that Ensign Arthur was to be considered extremely dangerous, so if he escaped, he run into many armed sailors and Marines. As soon as the cruisers were attached to the carrier, the entire fleet was ordered to make a protective formation around the carrier. They began heading home at 30 knots, the carrier's best speed. Admiral Harvey ordered the fleet to not stop for anything. The jets and ASW helicopters would remain in the air until they needed to refuel, at which point another flight would go up to replace them.

Ensign Arthur sat in his cell in the brig, looked at Madison in the cell next to him, and said, "I'm sorry, Madison. I've failed you. But don't worry, Ryanania is a good nation-- they won't harm you, because you're innocent. I'm the one they want."

Fredrich lay in the hospital in Arizona Nova with 2 other Gestapo Agents:

"ive lost a battle...i got shot to save the Ensign and Madison, 4 Agents of the Gestapo are dead...i cannot return home"

He thought this too himself, tonight no matter what he would flee the Nazi SS...he would escape to...to...Ryanania..he would find the Ensign and Madison himself to at least get a thank you for his efforts..after all he took 2 bullets, 1 for each person...

Graf Spee and Bismark steered homeward as they were out numbered and already in a war. The Captian was ashamed he didn't follow his orders....

OOC: You're going to need to file with the Immigration and Naturalization Agency if you want to come to Ryanania. We have strict regulations about entry, and if you try to sneak in, you'll get caught and deported rather quickly. I say yes to the ID cards and barcoding issue.

When the fleet pulled into port, Madison wand the former Ensign Arthur were put int arm and leg shackles and were escorted from the brig of the carrier by eight Navy Shore Patrolmen (or Masters-at Arms) and four Marines.

They were taken to the infirmary to be looked over by doctors. Madison was declared healthy, but the knife wound on Arthur's chest that he'd recieved the night of the ball was badly infected, so the doctors ordered that he stay overnight in the infirmary so that they could treat the wound. He was put in a hospital room by himself and several Marines were posted inside and outside the room.

Madison was lead to the office of an Admiral in the intelligence branch. "Have a seat, young lady. I'm Admiral Ashcroft, commanding officer of Naval intelligence. Sergeant, you can remove the shackles; she isn't going anywhere." One of the Marines unlocked and removed her shackles. "Now, first of all, I want to assure you that we are not going to harm you or imprison you. You have done nothing wrong, as far as we're concerned. However, we cannot allow you to return to Temme. You know too much. This is a very embarassing and potentially diplomatically disastrous scandal that we wish to keep under wraps. We're going to get you a new identity and Ryananian citizenship. Until everything is in order, you'll live here, at the naval base. We have a nice little cottage ready for you. You'll be free to walk around the base more or less as you please-- under armed guard, of course. However, if you make any escape attempt, you'll lose that freedom. Don't even bother trying, because as I said, we aren't going to harm you, and this is one of the most heavily defended installations in Ryanania, so you wouldn't get ten feet anyway. Any questions, or are you ready to settle in?"

"Two questions. One, will I be able to see James again? Two, have you seen my friend Chelsea? She went missing the night of the ball."

Fredrich dressed in his SS Majors uniform then put his great coat on with the cap then walked right outside appearing to be one of the visitors to himself and the other agents. There were SS men in and out of there all day,no one could see his rank tabs so he was free to find out what had happend.

He hitch hiked to the Ryananian border where he got out of the car un-doing his great coat to expose his rank. He walked up to a border guard and took out his Lugar:

"I am Major Fredrich Hoffman of the Allgemeine SS,i wish to gain entry to this country..may i speak with an official please..."

He placed the Lugar in the guards hand then put his hands behind his back waiting besdside the cheak point:

"o and tell who ever you call..perferably the military i pursused Ensign james Arthur.."

His wounds hurt badly, but he could not expose his pain while waiting to be seen...

Fredrich dressed in his SS Majors uniform then put his great coat on with the cap then walked right outside appearing to be one of the visitors to himself and the other agents. There were SS men in and out of there all day,no one could see his rank tabs so he was free to find out what had happend.

He hitch hiked to the Ryananian border where he got out of the car un-doing his great coat to expose his rank. He walked up to a border guard and took out his Lugar:

"I am Major Fredrich Hoffman of the Allgemeine SS,i wish to gain entry to this country..may i speak with an official please..."

He placed the Lugar in the guards hand then put his hands behind his back waiting besdside the cheak point:

"o and tell who ever you call..perferably the military i pursused Ensign james Arthur.."

His wounds hurt badly, but he could not expose his pain while waiting to be seen...

Admiral Ashcroft said, "You can visit him whenever you want, under armed guard. He's been moved from the infirmary to the stockade. As for your friend, Chelsea, she was deported back to Temme. She knew nothing, so we were able to send her back and tell your government that she landed on our carrier, apparently after fleeing some sort of gun battle in a helicopter. They thanked us for allowing her to land. You're dismissed, ma'am."

This was the strangest thing the border guards had ever seen. They phoned the local INA office and told them that an apparently high profile foreign military officer wished to enter Ryanania. An hour later, a white Crown Victoria bearing government plates and the seal of the Ryananian Immigration and Naturalization Administration pulled up the border checkpoint. Two officials in suits got out and greeted the Haupsturmführer and took him back to the office. They had him sit down, then one of the men asked him, "Why have you come to Ryanania?"

Rear Admiral Lincoln walked up to James Arthur's cell and said, "Hello, Arthur. I'm Admiral Lincoln, your prosecutor. You've caused a lot of trouble for Ryanania, and you're going to pay the price. Your trial starts tomorrow. You'll know when, because the guards will haul you out of bed. You'd better get some sleep; you're going to need it." Without waiting for a response, he left the stockade.

Arthur was now dressed in black and white horizontal striped prison pajamas. He felt lower than he'd ever felt before.

Madison smiled. "I'd like to visit James now, please."

Madison smiled. "I'd like to visit James now, please."

"The guards will show you to the stockade."

Madison plumped up her hair with her fingers. She smiled. "I'm ready."

"Okay. As I said earlier, you're dismissed."

Madison walked down the hall to the stockade. She was wearing the same outfit he had given her when they had been running. She caught a glimpse of James. "James!" she cried.

James looked like a broken man, sitting behind the bars of his cell, wearing the black and white striped clothes of a prisoner. He looked down at the floor as he spoke. "I'm sorry I failed you, Madison. They'll execute me, and we'll never get to marry."

Tears sprung to Madison's eyes. She sat down beside him and put her arms around him. "You never failed me. Without you, I would have been . . ." She couldn't complete her sentence. "I love you. I love you so much," she whispered. "Will you kiss me?"

"Of course I will." With that, he put his arms around her and kissed her with all the passion he could muster.

Behind them, one of the guards in the stockade made a wretching noise, but he ignored it.

In his arms, kissing him, it was like the world just disappeared. Nothing existed but her and James. As she pulled away, she realized again where they were.

"Time's up," said the chief master-at-arms.

"I guess I'll see you at the trial, next. Bye, Madison," said Arthur.

Madison got up slowly and left, turning around to blow him a kiss. As soon as she was out of sight, she began to cry. "Will I be allowed to see him at the trial?" she asked.

"Most likely, ma'am," said the sergeant in charge of her guard detail. "I'll alert you when the trial begins.

"Thank you."

2400 HOURS

James Arthur was awoken at midnight by the sound of his cell door opening. Three shore patrolmen walked in. One of them held a Bennelli M1 Tactical Shotgun with a high powered flashlight attached to the bottom, which he shined in Arthur's eyes in order to temporarily blind him. The other two pulled him out of bed by his shoulders, slammed him against the wall, then handcuffed him and put shackles around his ankles. They then led him out of the stockade and shoved him into the back of a Humvee, then got in the front seat themselves. When the Humvee stopped, the three MA's pulled him out of the back seat, the one with the shotgun again blinding him, then brought him into a courtroom and sat him down behind the docket.

A guard knocked on Madison's door. When she opened it, he said, "The trial is starting soon, ma'am. We can bring you there, if you want."

"Thank you. Would you wait there for a moment, please." She quickly dressed in the old, battered outfit that she had worn to the jail. "I'm ready. Thank you."

The courtroom now had Arthur, Madison, the prosecution, several naval officers, and guards in it. There was a long oak desk with five chairs behind it at the front of the court room. At the right hand end of the desk was a Ryananian flag, and on the left was the naval flag. Both brass flagpoles were capped by a gold wolf with its front right paw off the ground, pointing forward.

A door behind the desk opened, and a guard came to attention and said, "All rise for the honorable members of the tribunal!" Five men in admiral's uniforms, with ceremonial sabers and Colt Navy Model 1861 .36 caliber pistols at their sides walked in and took their seats at the five chairs behind the desk. The one who sat in the middle chair said "be seated." Then he said, "For those of you who don't know, the reason this trial is being held at midnight is that less people will be aware of it, which is important due to the sensitive nature of the case. Rear Admiral Lincoln, please approach the bench and deliver the charges."

Lincoln said, "Aye aye, sir." He then handed the man a paper.

The Admiral in charge of the tribunal then said, "Ensign James Arthur, you stand accused of forging official orders, actions potentially harmful to the nation of Ryanania, desertion, theft of government property, gross negligence, dereliction of duty, violation of rules of engagement against non-hostile forces, reckless endangerment of Ryananian forces, misuse of government forces, and misuse of government materiel. Admiral Lincoln, desertion is classified as absence from one's unit for more than thirty days. It's my understanding that he wasn't gone for thirty days, so shouldn't that charge be AWOL instead?"

"Sir, AWOL becomes desertion if it can be proven that the accused had no intentions of returning to his unit," Lincoln responded.

"Ah, yes, it does. Ensign Arthur, how do you plead to the charge of desertion?"

"Guilty, sir."

"Let the record show that Ensign Arthur has pleaded guilty to the charge of desertion. How do you plead in regard to the other charges?"

"Guilty, sir."

"Let the record show that Ensign Arthur has plead guilty to all charges. Ensign Arthur, do you have anything to say in your defense?"

"No sir. I have no excuse sir."

"Does anyone in the court have anything to say in the Ensign's defense?"

OOC: They did put new clothes in Madison's room, just so you know.

OOC: Yeah, she chose to wear these for sentimental reasons.

IC:

Madison trembled, but she knew she had to say something. "I would like to defend Ensign Arthur on compassionate grounds."

The admiral in charge said, "I'm not sure what "compassionate grounds" are, but go ahead and come to the witness stand and speak."

Madison came and spoke. "Well, sir, I don't know Ryananian law or anything like that. What I do know is, he meant no ill-will towards Ryanania or towards his unit. He wanted to save his sister, for reasons unknown to me. He found me instead, and decided not to abandon me, but rather to make sure I was safe. Even when he was in trouble, he never left me." She had an amazing ability to cry, and she decided to use it now. "He provided me with the clothes I'm wearing now. He could have left his sister, whoever she may be, for dead and followed the military, and he would have not been in trouble. But is that the kind of citizen you want? One who is a mere robot to the state?" She wiped tears away.

The Admiral said, "Rear Admiral Lincoln, would you like to respond?"

"Yes sir. What the young lady says may very well be true. Ensign Arthur may be a very compassionate person who was trying to save his sister, and intended no harm, but the fact remains that because of his actions, several Ryananian Seawolves and Marines were injured. He could have caused a war. Not to mention the fact that he has cost Ryanania millions of Crowners. As he himself said, there is no excuse." Lincoln sat down.

The Admiral said, "Would the witness like to respond?"

Madison thought a moment. If only Chava was here, she could have charmed everyone in the room. But Madison was not Chava. She took a deep breath and said, "Every action has unintended consequences. Surely you have done something as a military that cost resources and people. One needs to stand up for what is right, no matter the cost."

The Admiral said, "Rear Admiral Lincoln, would you like to respond?"

"No sir, I don't think that will be necessary."

"Very well then, the witness may step down. Members of the tribunal, I move that we begin voting; do you have any objections?" After none of the other four admirals objected, he went on. "The tribunal will now commence voting." Going from his right to his left, the admiral intoned, "Admiral Potter, how do you vote?"

"Guilty."

"Admiral Kimball, how do you vote?"

"Guilty."

"Admiral Nelson, how do you vote?"

"Guilty."

"Admiral Green, how do you vote?

"Guilty."

"Very well. The vote is unanimous. Ensign James Arthur, this tribunal finds you guilty of all charges against you. Sentencing is hereby scheduled for 2400 tomorrow. Court adjourned."

With that, the admirals went back through the door they entered. The MA's picked Arthur up again and hurried him back to the stockade.

Madison hadn't expected them not to find him guilty; he had, after all, plead guilty. She hoped they wouldn't execute him. As she left, she blew him a kiss, and the guards took her home. She collapsed into bed, too tired to even cry.

The next night, the MA's didn't have to wake Arthur up, as he hadn't slept since the night before. They brought him to the same court room. The same admirals were there, as well as Rear Admiral Lincoln and Madison.

"I hereby call this tribunal to order," said the ranking admiral, as he rapped his gavel. "Ensign James Arthur, rise.

Arthur did as he was told and stood up.

"Ensign James Arthur, it is the decision of this tribunal that, for your crimes against Ryanania and the Ryananian Navy, you are hereby sentenced to death by firing squad, to be carried out at dawn, one week from today. May God have mercy on your soul."

Madison started to cry. She sobbed loudly, wiping her eyes with her sleeve. (OOC: She decided to throw the other clothed in for washing.) "Oh, James." That was all she could manage.

Arthur was taken back to the stockade. When his cell door slammed shut, he collapsed onto his cot and fell sound asleep almost immediately. He was severely fatigued, as he had barely gotten any rest since the night of the raid on the ball. His sleep was not peaceful, though. He had one continuous nightmare all night. The nightmare was about many different things, and would rapidly change from one subject to the next. One moment, he would be dreaming about demons chasing him through the hall of the stockade cellblock, and the next he would be dreaming that he was stuck in a sinking ship, and the water was rising all around him.

The next morning, he declined the breakfast offered to him. He had no appetite whatsoever. He simply sat in his cell, hoping Madison would come talk to him.

Madison cried her eyes out. She knew she had to see James once more before he died. Like a song that gets stuck in your head, she'd had one line running through her head from Romeo and Juliet. "A pair of star-crossed lovers take their life." Romeo and Juliet. She thought of something. The potion that Juliet had taken.

She had studied the play that year. Chava had told her that the matchmaker, Tzeitel, also knew a lot of herbal remedies and stuff. Tzeitel had told Madison how to make the potion. Madison decided it was worth a shot. In her bedroom, she prepared the potion out of distilled liquor she had found. She put it in a bottle and labeled it, "Drink Me." She didn't know how she would get James' body out of the morgue, but she could figure that out as she went along. She hid the bottle in her sleeve.

She opened the door to her bedroom and said, "Take me to James, please."

Arthur was sitting in his cell, thinking seven more days till I die, when Madison arrived, before she could say anything, he said, "It looks this is the end of the road for me. Although they have every reason to shoot me for the crimes I've committed, I don't regret what I did. Saving you was worth it. I wish I could live so that I could be with you, but I'm prepared for death. There's no way out of it. The only person who could save me now is the High Elder, but chances of that happening are slim."

Madison gazed at him with love in her eyes and said, "I wish you could be with me too." She let the bottle slide out of her sleeve. "Still, I'm grateful for the time we've had together, and I wouldn't exchange that time for anything." She held his hand. "Still, I'll do everything that I possibly can to save you. It won't be much, but, . . ." She abruptly changed the topic. "Do you ever get the feeling that we're like Romeo and Juliet? I was thinking about that today. It was the oddest thing."

"Romeo and Juliet? I guess insofar as the fact that there are forces trying to keep us apart, we are."

She smiled. "Isn't that the truth." She started to tear up. "I promised myself I wouldn't cry." She quickly wiped away the tears.

He put his arms around her to comfort her.

She smiled as she rested in his arms. Everything seemed right with the world again. She said, "I could get Chava to plead your case with the High Elder. She's got a way with words that I don't have. I'll give her a call." She then indicated the potion and whispered, "Take this tomorrow if I come and tell you to. If not, keep it. If your appeal fails, you'll need it."

"I doubt your friend will even be allowed into Ryanania, let alone get anywhere near the High Elder. He's not very accessible to the public. Don't worry about it. I broke the law, and now I have to suffer the consequences." Suddenly he looked at the bottle, and his face grew very serious. "What is that, Madison?"

Madison's voice grew very low. "Remember in Romeo and Juliet where Juliet takes that potion that makes her look dead? A person Chava knows knew how to make that potion, and she told me how. That potion will make you look dead. I can't give you any more details than that until we're alone."

"I don't know if that will work, Madison, but it's worth a try. I'll hide it under my mattress." He checked that no guards were watching, then put it under his mattress. Before he could begin speaking again, chief MA said, "time's up, dirtbag." Arthur ignored the insult --since that was the only thing he could do-- and kissed Madison goodbye.

As Madison was being escorted back to her accomodations, her guards suddenly stopped in their tracks, came to attention, and saluted, along with all other sailors and Marines in sight. A motorcade of humvees, coming from the direction of a nearby helipad, had stopped in front of the building that housed Central Naval Command, one of the humvees had a flag affixed to the hood, which bore a coat-of-arms that she didn't recognize. Out of those humvees stepped men in suits with black sunglasses. After they got out, a young man who looked to be a teenager stepped out of the humvee with the coat-of-arms flag. He wore a royal purple double breasted uniform, and had a large medieval sword on his hip. He walked toward the entrance of the Central Naval Command, the men in black suits surrounding him.

Madison wanted to ask about the man's identity, but she didn't. She figured that this wasn't the time, and that this man was very important.

"I didn't hear anything about a visit from the High Elder," remarked one of the guards, when they resumed walking.

"I wouldn't be surprised if no one knew about it. The High Elder does things without telling anyone a lot. Like that time he pretended he was a new recruit, and got into basic training," said another

"Yeah, I really respect him for putting himself through the same training as us."

"I wonder what he's at Central Command for. Hopefully to get the food at the enlisted cafeteria improved from 'toxic' to 'edible.'"

Madison grew excited. The High Elder! Not that she could do anything, of course. Still, there was the odd chance.

Major Fredrich Hoffman stepped foward and spoke:

"with all due respect gentleman..i am a Battalion commander of the Third Reich with very high honors, i would like to speak with some one of the same rank or higher please"

He looked at the men's faces and realized this wasn't time to be arrigant:

"i apoligise, i know FULLY about the Ensign James Arthur case and i have desserted my unit in order to flee...you have my formal surrender for i have handed my Lugar to that guard over there...i am..well i wish to leave my Baccardian life behind, i cannot be deported home now..please let me apply for citizenship and arrange a meeting with your high elder....please be a gentleman and see my situation..you do not want word of this to get out yes? i must have a visit with the courts or the high elder...

"Ummm, I'm not aware of any 'Ensign James Arthur case,' and I can't arrange a meeting with the High Elder, but we can most likely grant you citizenship if you're fleeing some sort of political persecution, which is what it sounds like has happened. Certain other government agencies will need to do background checking on you before we can do that, though. Until you're cleared, you're going to need to stay at the local immigration processing center. It should take about a week for us to get you your citizenship. Any questions? If not, we'll drive you to the center."

OOC: Temme, this RP can take numerous directions at this point. Whether or not Arthur dies will depend on the actions you take. So, the ball is in your court-- what will you do?

OOC: Aah!

IC:

Madison knew she would have to do something. Somehow, she had to talk to the man. She had a brief memory of the ball, when she had figured out how to hide Chava. Surely she could figure something out.

Playing dumb, she asked, "Who was that man in the purple suit?"

OOC: Aah!

IC:

Madison knew she would have to do something. Somehow, she had to talk to the man. She had a brief memory of the ball, when she had figured out how to hide Chava. Surely she could figure something out.

Playing dumb, she asked, "Who was that man in the purple suit?""That was his excellence, Ryan Wilson XIV, High Elder of Ryanania by virtue of being descended from Will the Crowner Gunn, the founder of our nation. Heh, the 'Elder' title's kind of funny though, since he's only eighteen," replied one of her guards.

OOC: I'll describe your surroundings right now. You have two Marine guards with you right now. The Central Command building is pretty much right next to you. The High Elder has just entered the building, and is surrounded by his bodyguards. The High Elder is a nice person, so he won't be like, "off with her head!" or anything like that.

Madison asked, "How can one get an audience with him?" She decided that would be her first plan. She'd use the potion later if this didn't work.

The Lance Corporal, who was the higher ranking one of the two guards with her said, "Most people can't get an audience with him. There are two billion people in Ryanania, so he can't talk to just anyone. Let me guess, you want to ask him to save your boyfriend? Hehe. Hey Tim," he said to the other guard, "I'm tempted to let her run in there after the High Elder, just to see what his bodyguards would do. I don't want to end up cleaning the latrine, though, so I won't."

Madison sighed, "You've never been in love, have you?" She had a tough time restraining her emotions. "My fiancee is about to die, and I may too--of a broken heart."

The Lance Corporal felt guilty. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean... I know this must be hard for you. It's just... Well, he's a deserter, and I don't feel any sympathy for people who desert. Apparently he committed a lot of other crimes too, from what I hear. And, I am in love. I have a girlfriend back in Berwickshire. Anyway, you have free range of the base, so where do you want us to take you?"

Fredrich got in the car and they started off:

"may i request a meeting with a Madison from Temme...she is being held at the Naval base here in Ryanania...1 military man to another...please"

Fredrich knew what would happen to James Arthur if he was found guilty, he also knew what would become of him if he didn't get accepted into Ryanania....he removed his cap and sat there quietly...

Madison said, "I need, somehow, a meeting with the High Elder. Ten minutes--that's all I need."

The immigration official driving the car said, "I don't know anything about anyone who's being held by the military. I'm just an immigration official, so I have nothing to do with the military. Listen, it sounds like you know some things that the government is trying to keep quiet, and I'd appreciate it if you wouldn't tell me anything about whatever it is that you know. I don't want to know anything that'll bring me to the attention of any scary government agencies. What I'm going to do is refer you to Government Intelligence Bureau. They'll know what to do with you better than we will. You might even be able to get a commission in the Ryananian Army, if you want" Later that day, the GIB was informed of the Haupsturmführer's presence in Ryanania. an hour later, a field agent were dispatched to the immigration center to pick up the Haupsturmführer and bring him to their headquarters.
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"Now way, ma'am," replied the Marine. "If I let you harass the High Elder, my superiors will have my, uh, head."

OOC: Madison is not going to be able to negotiate with the guards. Figure out something else, before it's too late. Do I really need to give you hints?

The spook who picked the Haupsturmführer up drove him to the headquarters of the GIB, in Ryanania City. It was a fairly modern compound, unlike most of the other buildings in Ryanania City, which were from the middle ages or before. After being cleared at the guardhouse, they drove into an underground parking lot. The entered an elevator whic took them to the top floor. There, he was shown into the office of Hunter Howard, the director of the GIB.

"Welcome to Ryanania, Major Hoffman. I'm Hunter Howard, the Director of the Government Intelligence Bureau. Please, have a seat. I'll get right to the point; if you sign a secrecy contract, swearing that you will never speak of this incident again, we will give you pretty much anything you want." He slid a contract and a pen across the desk. "Do we have a deal?"

GIB Director Hunter Howard
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OOC: Let's wrap this up, people. On Monday, I'm going away for two months.

Fredrich looked the official in the eyes then replyed:

"i will sign the contract on 1 condition..."

He paused then continued:

"you said i may receive what ever i want yes?...i would be very much abliged if you could release Ensign James Arthur and Madison from Temme to eachother...maybe not in the free world but excuse his crimes...please consider these terms as i am a gentleman asking another for a VERY important favor.."

He removed his cap running his gloved fingers through his hair...

"please...and forever may you have my silence..."

I think arrange marriage is a wrong...Follow what u believe in and live it...Your life is in hand! not ur parents...Although your parents want good for u, but they just have to face the fact...

Fredrich looked the official in the eyes then replyed:

"i will sign the contract on 1 condition..."

He paused then continued:

"you said i may receive what ever i want yes?...i would be very much abliged if you could release Ensign James Arthur and Madison from Temme to eachother...maybe not in the free world but excuse his crimes...please consider these terms as i am a gentleman asking another for a VERY important favor.."

He removed his cap running his gloved fingers through his hair...

"please...and forever may you have my silence..."Director Hunter Howard was not a gentleman. He was a spook. Hehe. Time for some good old fashioned stonewalling, thought Howard. Having been in the espionage business for most of his life, he had developed quite a knack for lying through his teeth, and he actually enjoyed doing it.

He was also good at looking sincere. He made himself suddenly look grim. "I'm afraid Ensign Arthur was executed yesterday. Military justice is swift. They hanged him like a commom thief for what he did; didn't even give him a firing squad, like a soldier should get. Listen, how about we give you a commission as a Lt. Colonel in the Ryananian Army, give you an estate, and several million Crowners to start?"

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I think arrange marriage is a wrong...Follow what u believe in and live it...Your life is in hand! not ur parents...Although your parents want good for u, but they just have to face the fact...Um, yeah, you just made a mistake. I recommend you read the FAQ's before doing any further posting. Some people aren't as friendly as I am.

Fredrich's face turned to a upset look and he replyed:

"yes...ii..i see Mr.Howard..i will accept the terms given,my new rank,my estate and my money..we shall forget about this inncident..thank you sir.."

Fredrich stood up then looked out the window, he turned arouned then took his Swatstika armband off laying it on the table:

"Engisn James Arthur was one hell of a man...a better man then myself, he never gave up did he..very brave..can you see to it this goes with him.."

Fredrich took his Iron cross with oak leaves,swords and diamonds off setting it on the table aswell as a gold wound badge:

"that is my final request Mr.Howard.."

"Of course I will. I'll see to it that these are placed next to his urn. Now, for the secrecy contract." He tapped his pen on the contract.

OOC: Sorry.

OOC: So when was Ensign Arthur hanged? I was away for a few days unexpectedly.

IC:
Madison had heard the news that Ensign Arthur was dead. She lay in her bed weeping. She did not want anything more to do with anything else. She knew she would die of a broken heart soon. She penned a note saying, "When I die, bury me with James." She slipped into unconsiousness and died a few hours later.OOC: He's not dead. Didn't you read my posts? You really need to pay more attention. The GIB Director lied because he wants to keep the people involved in the scandal seperate.

Ensign Arthur is still in jail, and you're still standing outside the building the High Elder just entered. You just asked the Marine to let you go harrass the High Elder, and the Marine said no. Now what are you going to do?

And if we don't finish this tomorrow, it will have to be paused until September.

Fredrich signed the papers and was escorted out of the room. In his personal Lt.Cononal quaters he put on his new uniform and admired himself in the mirror. His Nazi uniform lay on the bed, he would keep it as a old keep sake. He strapped on his new Glock .21 utomatic hand gun which he had never used before and walked outside into the court yard.

As he walked around he had never seen somthing like this before, he went from 1943 to what ever year it was...he was truly amased. He strolled over to a Hummer and got in:

"amasing..." he said lowly, a Marine walked over and said:

"excuse me,exit the vehicle marine" he looked at Fredrichs rank and saluted

"i am new here private, it is not your fault..."

The soldier walked away feeling quite idiotic....


As Fredrich drove around the Naval base he seen a young girl standing by 2 marines:

"good god...it's Madison!"

He drove over very quickly and parked beside her:

"Madison! i heard about James! i am so sorry for everything i tryed to save you both!!"

He climed out of the Hummer and got on his knees:

"im so sorry! i was powerless to help!! forgive me for everything!"

He took off his cap looking at the ground in front of him....The marines were speachless as they watched the officer pleeding for forgiveness..

OOC: Remember, you're an army officer on a Navy base, so you can't order anyone to do anything. I just felt the need to make that clear.

OOC: understood :) thats tottaly true

Madison looked at Fredrich. A part of her wanted to forgive him for everything and maybe have someone set him up with a nice girl. Another part still hated him for what he would have done to Chava. She then noticed that his uniform was Ryananian, not Baccardian. "Would you like to see James? I'm sure he would like to see you," she said, not knowing that he thought that James was dead.

Fredrich got up off his knees facial expression stunned:

"he's...he's..nevermind...i will go in with you..."

Fredrich nodded to the 2 marines then looked at Madison and wisped:

"i tryed to help you escape..i lost 4 agents and took 2 bullets myself...and yes i escaped and was given a commission as a Lt.Col here..."

Madison smiled. "Thank you so much." His behaviour was reminding her a lot of her friend Chava. "I know you weren't exactly in favour of the marriage."

She decided that tonight would be the night. She would get James to drink the potion. "Let's go, Fredrich."

He said he would escort her up to Jame's cell, he spoke to her lowly:

"Madison...james is to be killed..i have a plan for 1 last effort...please listen and don't do anything stupid....

Fredrich took her hand and spoke with a shaky voice:

"James will not be killed like a coward..i will make sure he has a sporting chance with a escape route and all..."

He watched Madisons face:

"i have nothing left Madison...i love adventure and combat....

Madison looked at him. "What's the plan? What do I need to do?" She was frightened that she would do something stupid and ruin James' chance of escape."

Fredrich looked at her and replyed:

"i am new here...there is not much i can do but cause all hell to break loose...i will get all the wepons i can Madison and you will damn well have to learn how to kill a man..im sorry to say but it is only the 3 of us and this is the only chance we have..well the only chance you have...once you and James are clear i will continue the assult alone...untill i am eather killed or escape..they won't capture me.."

Fredrichs eyes looked sad:

"if it wasn't for me this never would have happend....i gave it much thought..."

Fredrich slipped his glock .21 from his holster into Madison's jacket pocket, 2 guards walked by but just nodded at Fredrich:

"give it to james...it is all i have for now.."

Madison nodded her head. She supposed she could get the gun to James; after all, she had gotten him the potion.

Fredrich looked at the floor and then at Madison:

"im sorry...don't ask why i do such things, maybe it's just the fact i di..did care for you.."

He turned and walked away saying:

"i will arrange a visit with you tonight..."


Fredrich got in the Hummer and sat there thinking:

"love does crazy things to a man, even though i know i'll never have her.."

BuMp!

Madison felt almost sorry for Fredrich. She would have been devastated, too, if James loved another woman. She just shook her head. Love was so unfair.

If life were fair, there would be no movie industry.

Madison sighed as she remembered Chava saying that after they'd gotten bathroom duty for talking, even though it hadn't been them. Chava had always been a spring of advice. Where was she when you needed her most?

Fredrich drove back to his quarters and sat in his room staring out the window. He received his feild gear today, M4 with 1000 rounds, A Colt 1911, 4 grenades. These would be the wepons he would use soon...:

"i know i won't get away...and i'll never surrender..."

Madison went back to her room. She had half a mind to call Chava, but she didn't want to rack up a huge long-distance bill for the Ryananians. She instead began to play with her hair, twisting it this way and that.

"The odd thing is, Chava and Fredrich are so much alike," she thought. "They would be excellent friends, but hatred tears men and women apart." She sighed. "I suppose I should eat."

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OOC: If you're going to try to break him out, I recommend not using force, since this is the largest base in Ryanania. You'd just get everyone killed. The harbor is heavily patrolled, there are fighter jets at the ready at all times, the grounds of the base are constantly crawling with sailors and Marines, and the perimeter of the base is defended by heavy machine guns. The base has approximately 100,000 personnel on it. I repeat, using force is a bad idea.

The chief master-at-arms of the stockade bellowed, "Cell check!" Suddenly, two MA's stood in front of each cell as the doors opened. One of them handcuffed Arthur to the bars, while the other tore his cell apart.

"What's this?" asked the one who was ransacking the cell. He held up a bottle of amber colored liquid. "Looks like the devil's drink to me. If you weren't already gonna be executed, you'd be in deep shit for this." He put it in a plastic bag labeled, "CONTRABAND." Ryanania had a prohibition against alcohol, and they assumed that's what it was.
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"Wait, wait, let me get this straight, Howard gave him a commission in the army, then allowed him to come here, where both Arthur and the girl are? Why am I surrounded by morons?!" raged High Elder Wilson, in the office of CNO, Fleet Admiral Vernon Clark, Duke of Norfolk. "These people are dangerous! Thank God you told me. I guess I need to take care of this myself." He picked up the phone on the Admiral's desk and called Army Command. He ordered them to immediately send a staff car to pick up Hoffman and station him at a remote outpost on a small island north of Ryanania. The army assured him that one would arrive in fifteen minutes. Fear of the High Elder tended to speed things up.

"What kind of guard does the stockade have?"

"It's guarded by about a hundred MA's, sir," responded Admiral Clark.

"Double that, and set up .30 cal. machine guns inside the building. I wouldn't be surprised if one, or all of them, tries something stupid. I'm going to go interrogate the girl myself." He left the Central command building, after finding out where Madison was, and he told his driver to bring him to her.

With his bodyguards surrounding him, he knocked on her door.

Fredrich sutdied the entire base. Force was a bad idea, he was a military mind..he had a better idea. He got a Sergents uniform from the base dry cleaners and took it to his room:

"i will put James in this...tonight...."

He watched out the window to see hundreds of troops moving:

"i wonder what they were thinking when they gave me a commission...of course i am a military asset...

The staff car pulled up to Hoffman's quarters. A 2nd Lt. got out and handed Hoffman his orders, which were signed by the General of the Army, and said that he was to leave immediatey.

Fredrich accepted his orders then looked at the Leiutennet:

"thank you Lt. i will get my things immeaditly, i must also drop by the prison wing to say farewell to some one i knew once..you will acompany me yes?"

He waited for the Lt to reply....

"Yes sir," replied the 2nd Lt.

When they got to the stockade, there were many more guards than there had been before, and Marines were busy setting up machine guns and sand bags.

OOC: Well, this RP has to take a timeout, because I'm gone for two months starting tomorrow. I'll contact you in September.