NationStates Jolt Archive

It was a day like any other at Baccadi's main high class prep school, Baccardi East, All the students were already in their morning classes preparing for their hourly lessons.

Meanwhile....

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SOUTH CENTRAL HIGH:

4 cars sat outside the main doors of the tottaly differnt learning facility in South Central Baccardi. The cars were filled with gangster lookin thugs, the song pumpin from one of the cars"quick to back down" went with the mood of the surroundings.

Afew minutes later a very well built black male came out of the school doors sliding into the 1967 Cadillac DEvilles driver seat:

"aight boys..lets do tha damn..." Santino said lowly

The other boys in the car nodded but didn't say a word. They rolled down the street in a line, all 4 cars. They drove uptown then parked infront of the building, all the thug looking gangsters got out of the car heading towards the main doors. They wern't the only ones involved in the plan...they had people on the inside aswell.

Upon entering the school people stared hard, these boys from South Central stood out to the point peoples jaws dropped at the sight of them. 4 of them including Santino walked to administration while the rest stood by the main doors:

"how you doin..err could you direct me to the sercurity office please lady?" he asked the secratairy

She then replyed with a dirty look:

"right behind the office..sir.."

Santino smiled then waved his boys towards the desk when all of a sudden they withdrew small auto-pistols. Santino speed walked towards the Sercurity office with 2 of his boys then kicked the door open to reveal 4 Sercurity guards sittin around a table:

"sweet dreams pigs!" One of the boys yelled then squeezed the trigger 5 times..

The shots rang out through the school, the thugs rushed around to secure the class rooms and such. Santino got on the P.A system then announced:

"everybody involved in Operation Ghetto Liberation report to administration immeaditly..you are needed and don't fuck wit us bcuz we know who involved and who not..thank you"

He dropped the mic on the table and sat waiting with a large smile on his face. He held 2 Glock .28's with extended mags,most of the boys had Glocks,Baretta's or colts...the were the muscle of the operation...the needed the smarts to hurry up.

Floor 1 and 2 of the 3 floor school were already cleared and rooms were occupied.Students were made to stay seated and not make any movment what so ever...there would be minor exceptions


OOC: the kids that goto Baccardi East come from VERY welthy familys and will be held for ransom. JOIN IN AS ITHER:

Police
Swat
Teahers
Students
Santinos boys

Swat or Student, SWAT or student. Tough call. You choose for me.

OOC:feel free to choose, can't wait till this thing lifts off..it will be crazy...

Post in a few, im gonna be SWAT.

Ok, any other takers...i wanna launch this soon..

Emily sat looking bored in her desk. The teacher was going on about, like, something to do, with, like...Maths or something. It was like totatally boring. She was just about to pick up her mobile phone to ring her boyfriend, when five loud BANGS where heard.

The class erupted in bedlam at the loud gunshot like noises. Emily screamed, joining in with several other girls. Following the lead of that guy, who was like so hot, in front of her she jumped under her desk and started shaking like a leaf.

A minute of two after the gun shot a message came through the PA system;

“everybody involved in Operation Ghetto Liberation report to administration immeaditly..you are needed and don't fuck wit us bcuz we know who involved and who not..thank you”

She wondered what the hell “Operation Ghetto Liberation” was.

“Hey. You have a phone don’t you” She looked around and like oh-my-god, the hot guy was talking to her! She looked at him dreamily.

“Hello, anyone there?” He said snapping his fingers in front of her face.

“Ugh. Right, sorry. Yes I like have a phone, its like not got a camera, and I was like come one dad get me one with a camera, and he was like no way Em. So I was…” The boy raised an eyebrow. “Sorry. Who should I ring?” She asked eagerly

“The police! Or maybe the government.”

“Sure.” She got out her phone and dialled the number for emergence services.

"East Baccardi, Emergency Response." said a man seated at a desk littered with left over coffee cups and donuts boxes.

Because of the recent lax in the area's crime rate for several months, besides the occasional car robberies and mini-mart hold-ups, the police headquarters had become littered with junk and was only cleaned up for occassional elementary school tours, due to the newly acquired "free time" given to the off duty cops in the district.

"Hello!? HELLO!?!?" yelled a young girl at the top of her lungs into what seemed to be a cell phone. "Is this the police!?!?"

"Excuse me, is this a prank call?" calmly asked the police operator. "Prank calling the police is a legally punishable offense, young lady, shouldn't you be in school?"

"N...No...This isn't a prank call...Some gang members have taken over our school..." said the young girl, as she was trying to quickly string together several words "They...They...Seem to be armed...We heard several gun shots...Earlier...Coming from the main office..."

"What!?!?" yelled the police operator "What school are you in? We will get someone..."

"Baccardi East...Please..." yelled the girl, until she was cut off, then suddenly a another person could be heard yelling.

"You! What the hell are you doing over there!!!"

"Oh shoot!!!" yelled the girl, then suddenly several gun shots and several girls screaming and desks being moved around were heard, and the line was cut as the cell phone hit the ground with the battery falling out.

"Jesus, this isn't..." said the operator to himself.

The operator quickly turned back to face his desk and wiped off all the junk and litter on his desk to get a hold of the radio. "All available units, procede directly to Baccardi East High school. This is a hostage situation, and the suspects are armed and dangerous and have taken and secured the whole school building."

OOC: You mind if I come in on this as a Police Officer responding to the APB?

Ryan Braun sat at his desk in biology and stared at the ceiling above him. He twidled his thumbs waiting patiently for this situation he and the other one thousand plus students were in. But unlike the other students, Ryan was expecting this, he knew this would happen sooner or later, he knew where these thugs came from, he knew who was under those ski masks, he even came from the school these thugs were from and even helped plan this little crisis he and his new school were in. But Ryan stayed calm and tried not to be noticeable.

Ryan Braun, son to a multi-millionaire who now owns one of the largest estates in East Baccard, owns a small yacht, a life-time membership to one of Baccardi's must exclusive resorts and golf courses, owns more cars than Ryan's old man can count, and holds Baccardi's record for consuming the largest steak in the whole country in less than 30 minutes. But oddly enough, their family's rise to fame came not from years and generations of hard work in front of a desk of an enterprising entreprenuer but of the 7 lucky numbers drawn from Baccardi's highest lottery jackpot in 5 years, which one South Central father who would only win at a contest to compete over the title of Baccardi's fattest, laziest, and slowest (both mentally and physically) slacker extraordinaire.

It was only last year, when Ryan's father had won the lottery, moved to East Baccardi, and had enrolled Ryan in East Baccardi High. But it was a few months before his father had won the lottery was when Ryan had heard some of his friends and some local thughs he had a good reputation with were talking about taking over one of the "rich man's" schools in East Baccardi. At that time, Ryan was in "screw all the rich guys" kind of mood, so he wasn't hesitant to help formulate their plan, and even recommended which schools would be the best to raid.

But back to reality, Ryan watched the two thugs...

OOC: need to finish this in the morning...too tired...
OOC2: no RPing with this character...he's going to die anyways :P

I'll join in as a SWAT officer when the call comes out. standing by.

2 of the South Central thugs charged in the classroom waving Auto-matic hand guns around:

"drop the god damn cellphone bitch!"

One yelled booting her hand with his foot, the phone flew across the room smashing against the wall:

"everyone stay calm and don't move we will light you up!"

The young black males were swaeting and also shaking from all the excitment, the other one stepped foward:

"aight everyone stay calm and this will be over really fast ok? just please don't do anything stupid and you be aight!"

The one who kicked the girls hand walked over and glared in his face:

"what u mean Tyreese! don't talk to them that like u bitch ass N****..tell em how it is"

Tyreese just shook his head and sat down at the teachers desk...


Meanwhile downstairs Santino and the rest of the boys piled items in front of all the windows and barricaded the doors:

"yo Jamel i gotta list of 8 students i want..richest Mo-fo's up in here..find em..top of the list is Ryan Braun..after this boys everyones gonna eat..and well.."

Santino smiled and gave props to 3 of his thugs....

OOC: is it ok, that one of the students was able to call the cops?

OOC:yes, that is fine.. :) thats the reason i like hosting co-op rps..unfolds nice..you can continue to Rp..

OOC: Coming in as an evil kidnapper-man :)

IC
Inserting a fresh clip into my Tec-9 and racking the bolt, I patrol the hallways waiting for the fuzz to show up. If Santos wasn't playing us all for fools, we'd all be richer than God in a few hours.

The white car that patrolled the streets was easily mistaken for teh standard squad car. Cow catcher, light bar, and 'POLICE' printed on the side made it look like any other cop car. However, the liscense plate let everyone know differntly, with the word 'METRO' printed on it. The Metro unit was similar to the SWAT unit, however, unlike the SWAT Pukes who sat arounda ll day waiting for a call, the Metro unit patrolled the streets like regular cops. Well, regular cops with SWAT gear and an assault rifle in the trunk.

This particular officer, Ryan Street, was the first to get the call. His partener pulled the radio set out of the craddle, and began talking to dispatch. "Car Em Two Two Five, whats the call."

"Em Two Two Five, this is dispatch, we have reports of shots fired at East Bacardi, possible hostage situation, please respond."

The radio instantly fel back into the craddle, the lights on the car and siren blaring before James Clatyon could even tell Street what was happening. Street masterfully piloted the large car through the streets towards teh school at high speed, taking corners at well over 50mph, and gettin upwards of 100 in straights. While Clayton had always lived in Bacardi, and had joined Metro straight out the standard force, Street had been a member of the United States Elite Navy SEALs, Team 5.

The car slid to a stop outside the school, and Street and Clayton instanly jumped out, and doned their SWAT gear from the back of the car. Each was armed with an M4 carbine and a .45 Kimber Custom II side arm. They watched the school, waiting for back up to arrive.

i'll play a hostage negotiator.

i.c.

Jeff Grisimo sat at home. This was his day off. His kids were at their schools,his wife at work. She made the money of the family. She was the CEO of one the country's most succesful companies. He was but the psycologist of the police department. He got a call on his phone. It was the department, there was a hostage situation near where he was and they wanteds him to be the negotiator. He asked where it was and nearly dropped the phone. It was the school his kids go to. He hung up and dashed to his car.

OOC: Can I join in as my character from your other school RP, Sheila?

OOC: Temme, do you have AIM?

OOC: No.

OOC: I served 3 years on LA Special Weapons and Tatics D-Platoon as a sniper before I joined the navy. Anyway why did I say that? Hell if I know sorry for Hi-Jacking.

ooc: I'll give a teacher a try, if thats fine by everyone else... if not, say the word and ignore the post :P

IC: Vanessa Ryler had just moved south, just started work at this new school. It was a nice change from the school she worked at last year. The kids were nicer, at least to the teachers. They weren't thugs like the kids at the other school.

She worked at Yellowton High School the year before. It was on the wrong side of the tracks, the wrong side of the law, the wrong side of pretty much everything.

It started off like it did every day. She was teaching English - discussing the irony in some poorly written piece of highschool literature. She'd love to show these kids real writing... but alas, it wasn't up to her.

"'He thought back to his children' - this shows us that it the captain is a family man. Why is it that his selection process didn't follow this general guide-" She was cut off in mid-sentance by 5 shots, followed by screams. She tried to regain control of the class, but failed. Soon enough, two men with pistols burst into the room. They swung them around, and in seconds quieted the class more than she ever could in minutes. 'Thats irony,' she thought to herself.

"Everyone sit down and shut the f#*& up!!" one of the men screamed. The voice, it was familiar somehow, she couldn't tell why. And when the terrorist looked at her, she saw recognition through his skimask....

ooc: Edited post to change name of other highschool... didn't realize teachers name was the same...my bad

*Hears screams*

What the hell Ramirez, don't hurt the hostages! We need them to...

*Enters room to find Ramirez and the teacher locked eye to eye*

occ: can i please come in here as one of the people further down the list please? if not just telegram me and this goes.

Mark Lemming was sitting through English, he was normally very attentive in this lesson, it was his favorate. Today however all he wanted to do was go home and hide, he can see the people in the cars out of the window. Miss Ryler asked him a question, what was the answer?
"Sorry Miss, can you repeat the question?"
"I was just wondering what was so important outside that window as it is blatently more important than my lesson, come on Mark this isn't normally like you. Well as you can see here..."
Mark was looking again, the people were out of the cars now. He couldn't see them. By the time he heard the five shots ringing out through the school he was already out of the class and half way down the corridor heading for the stairs. There were people running up and they didn't look friendly. Mark turned on his heals and ran towards the fire exit, the people were out now and shouting, a shot went just above his head. He needed to inform the emergancy services somehow, but how? The fire alarm, he threw his hand through the glass in despiration and went out of the door into the bright autum sunshine.
Mark started on the stairs, persued by shouts and shots by some sort of high-callibre semi-automatic weapon, probably a colt. Mark might not have been the brightest person in the school, but he had a nack for staying alive. Mark also had one or two tricks up his sleave, he didnt forget his training. Ever since the plane crash that killed his parents Mark had been in the keeping of his spy grandfather who had a suspician that this would happen, his being the heir of the computing fortune that his parents had left behind.
He whipped around and in the same fluid movement pulled out his concealed pistol, he let three well placed rounds and his persuers were incapacitised, well the carear eunoch is becoming a serious possiability. down the steps Mark ran and out onto the lawn towards the brick wall, the unmistacable sound of a high power rifle, probably fitted with a sniper silencer due to the tiny click then the thud that had been trained to him over the years, before the thud was even audiable he had thrown himself onto the ground infront of him. After the inital barrage, Mark ran as fast as he could and dived over the wall just as the next bullet finished it's journey into his ancle, ither the marksman was a poor shot or he was only trying to incapacitate him. Mark was safe and he was also, what was that thing moving under him? There was a person under him, they were wearing a police uniform, and they looked strangly familiar.


(occ: i am only 13 so please excuse any spelling mistakes and grammitcal errors, it would be nice if i could have some feedback on my style of writing, so could you please telegram me at Tempto (i can be found in the Istlands of Tempo (not a spelling mistake)) thanks a lot... cant wait to see how this unfolds!)

"What the hell Ramirez, don't hurt the hostages! We need them to..."

Miss Ryler looked from terrorist to terrorist. She grew more paniced by the minute. She knew Ramirez, Pedro Ramirez, a Spaniard that moved to the states when he was a kid. Poor family, just like everyone else at her old school. She remembered him as a quiet kid, soft-mannered, with almost no temper.

"Pedro, what are you doing here?" she asked.

The second terrorists eyes lit up, and she saw Pedro's close... sadly, she thought.

"How does this B*#%h know you, Ramirez?"

Pedro whispered "Why did you have to be here, Miss Ryler?"

OOC: Kelanis, please don't kill her yet... Sorta knock me out of the Rp-ing, except as Pedro... Well, lets see how it unfolds. This is fun!

OOC: Student. I'll think of a post tomorrow.

James was lucky, had been on the far side of the school when the gunshots erupted. They had been crossing from Bio to Physics when the shots had broken out, scaring everyone. Most had dropped to the floor or screamed. But he hadnt, he was proud of that. HE had immedietly made for the side of the building.

Climbing up the drainpipe onto the roof he leaned off the edge of the roof to look into Miss Ryler's class. Two terrorists where there, men in black and ski masks. Both had guns and from the look of it where threatening the teached. the class where under there desks. "Holy shit." He muttered, "jesus bloody christ." He tried to pulled himself up back onto the rook, but slipped. He was going to fall, he knew it. " Well He thought I may as well make it impressive. He swung into the window smashing the glass and landed cleanly on the sloor. Rolling to his left he ran stooped round the edge of the room, the terrorists firing at him. he found cover near a bookcase at the edge of the room. Maybe this wasn't such a great idea.

OOC: Tempto, I'm having problems buying the whole anti terrorist and combat expert High school student...but whatever...will post later tonight.

OOC: Yeah Tempto, I don't buy that either. No way a kid in an upbeat rich high school would be carrying a pistol, and no way you'd survive against automatic weapons with a pistol anyways.

Oh, great. Pedro knows this woman.

A boy at the far end of the classroom suddenly stands up and tries to dart out of the room. Santos fires and misses, so as he's about to escape a three-round burst from my Tec-9 cuts the kid down.

"Damn. Lost a hostage. I'm going to go break out the heavy artillery, we're going to need it."

I make several trips down to the cars parked out front and extract several large carrying cases from each trunk.

Setting em' down in the hallway and undoing the latches, I look at our gleaming arsenal- a CAR-15 compact 5.56mm assault rifle, a trio of AK-74su Spetznaz modified 5.45mm rifles with silencers, two-power reflex sights, and 20mm HE launchers; a 7.62mm Dragunov SVD semiautomatic sniper rifle with six-power scope; a pair of Desert Eagle .50 AE pistols; fragmentation grenades; and the creme-de-la-creme- an RPG-7 85mm launcher with enough rounds to blow the nearest SWAT division from here to Vladivostok.

I should know better, being an immigrant ex-Spetznaz elite commando from Russia. Hell, I used those weapons all the time- except for the CAR- back when my cover name was Alexei Chernyenko. Now I used my real name-

Viktor Kosov.

And there was no way any fat, doughnut-eating Amerikantsi were going to take advantage of me. Not this time.

I extract an AK-74su, insert and slap the magazine, rack the bolt, and open the folding stock. The HE launcher is already loaded, so I screw on the silencer, clean the reflex scope, turn off the safety, and set for semiautomatic.

Then, it's time to head for the roof to play sniper.

OOC:Kelanis, I think my two SWAT guys out front woulda fired on your guy, or at least arrested him. Also, is anyone else gonna be the cops, or is that my job?

IC:

Street let his goggled eyes follow the roofline, his rifle tucked in close to his shoulder. He wondered what was taking backup so long, and continued to hope this situation would solve itself in the usuall way, and that he wouldn't have to go in. With scared kids, it would be hard to shoot the tangos.

OOC: can i join? if i can then i´ll be a SWAT assault officer..

OOC:So my caricters dead. Good luck.

Grisimo pulled his car up to the front of the school and started to talk to one of the police officers

"What's the situation Ryan? Get me a bullhorn or a phoneline into the school. When is back-up supposed to arrive?"

Can I join as a police detective

Ryan nodded at Grismo. "We were first on sceene, no contact with anyone inside yet. Thought we saw something, but it turned out to be nothing. The rig has a hard phone on it, shouldn't eb to long till they get here, we got this," he siad, pulling out a megaphone, "if it helps."

"Okay. Have we tried calling the main office of the school yet?"

"Nope," Ryan said. "Dont have a phone on us, just the mics."

OOC: Byrdog, I dont wanna say ok for Baccardi, but Im positive he wont mind.

Grisimo fished around in his pocket adn withdrew a cell phone. He dialed the main office number and pressed send.

"It's ringing."

o.o.c. Pickup.

When the second terrorist left, Vanessa was extraordinarily relieved. She'd watched in horror as he gunned down one of her prize students. The tears were fresh on her cheeks. One thing gave her hope, however. Pedro looked as shocked as she did.

She knew the odds of her getting our alive after recognizing Pedro were slim, but she figured there was only one chance. "Pedro, you don't have to follow these people... Your better than them......"

ooc: Be nice if someone wanted to RP Pedro.... seems a little silly for me to control all the characters in one place... might as well write a novel... and base a website after it......

OOC: Ok, assume that we brought the weapons in right away when we went in. Sorry I missed your post, Imitora.

IC
"Goddamnit Santino, the fuzz are here! Now what?"

"We kill them all." He picks up the ringing office phone and promptly slams it back down.

Climbing back to the roof, I slide over the edge and fire the AK74 down on the two SWAT officers out front.

OOC: Ok, assume that we brought the weapons in right away when we went in. Sorry I missed your post, Imitora.

IC
"Goddamnit Santino, the fuzz are here! Now what?"

"We kill them all." He picks up the ringing office phone and promptly slams it back down.

Climbing back to the roof, I slide over the edge and fire the AK74 down on the two SWAT officers out front.
wait ifyourplanning on ransomming off he hostages why shoot at the polcie? Read the F**king posts kelanis!

ooc: actually, I'm trying to slow down the police and prevent a dynamic entry. then we'll ransom off the hostages when santino wants to negotiate. but nobody is playing santino atm, so i have to do all the bad-guy stuff. because if the police start a dynamic entry, we may not get to ransom anyone off.

Jim dropped, the round ripping into his thigh. "F*ck, I'm hit!" he shouted, remebering his training, and rolling back behind the car. Street on the other hand, reacted differently. Despite years of SWAT training, the SEAL in him came out first. He grabbed Grismo, and tossed him into the squad car.

Rolling behind the armored door, he snapped up the M4, and quickly pulled the rifle to his shoulder. He qucikly let the reddot sight dance across the roofline, and spoted the muzzle flash of the AK. He peaked out quickly, the small dot in the reddot sight fall on the rifle, and fired a three round burst. From the time the first round left the AK to the time Street rolled back behind the door took only five seconds

He ducked back behind the door, and pulled the mic to his mouth. "10 David, 6 Actual, we have an officer down, repeat, officer down, request back up." Every squad car in the city lit up, and tore towards teh school. Seconds after the call, the rig, a large SWAT 18 Wheeler pulled up.

You guys are so cool..

Grisimo heard gunfire and the next thing he knew was that he was being thrown in the car. He gropped around for his gun. Though he did not need it for his job, he had still gotten one and used it on the shooting range every week. He had progressed from horrible, to bad, to decent, to good, to excellent then back to horrible and the cycle started again. Why? He couldn't tell but he hoped that he was still excellent.

ooc: well, guess no one is interested in RP-ing Pedro... if someone does feel free to jump in and take over.

ic: Vanessa Ryler had been trying to coax the gentle boy she'd known from this black masked... monster... for what felt like hours but was more like minutes. His eyes were glassy-he looked right through her. But she knew the boy she grew to know was behind the mask.

The other students were past understanding. The body of the slain student had been removed from the room by his friend, under Pedro's 'supervision'. He was pale faced - vomit stained his shirt.

The smell of fear was thick in the classroom. The occasional gun shot could be heard from around the school, and each deafened boom brought the tension up another notch.

"I know you can hear me, Pedro. Think of your sister. She needs you. She needs your guidance. Don't let her down like this." The minute Vanessa mentioned Pedro's sister, she knew she'd made a mistake.

"MY SISTER? WHAT DO YOU KNOW ABOUT MY SISTER? ABOUT MY LIFE??" He brought his Colt .45 pistol up to her forehead. Her face was almost comical - totally shocked. He started squeezing the trigger, his face twisted into a grimace.

But he couldn't do it. The trigger was maybe a halfpound of pressure away from firing, but he just couldn't do it. He felt confused, hot, clammy. Ripping his mask off, he sat, and thought of his sister.

PING! PONG! ZING!

Three .223 bullets ricochet off the brick edge of the rooftop where Viktor fired. Ducking and rolling away and leaping down the stairs to the top floor, he returns to Santino.

"Santino, the SWAT team is here. I got a single confirmed hit on a cop, but they'll be thinking twice before they decide to raid the building. And now, I have some welcome mats to lay out."

Viktor finds an empty soup can in the school cafeteria, and takes a frag grenade and some steel wire with him to the school's front door.

He sets the grenade in the can and pulls the pin... but the can keeps the lever down.

Then he wraps and secures the wire around the grenade's top.

Setting the can behind the right edge of the door, he runs the wire all the way across the doorway and ties it off at the hinges on the left.

The moment someone opens the front door, the wire will pull the armed grenade from the can... and explode.

"Now, where was I? Oh, yes."

Pedro was close to the breaking point. He was soaked in sweat, his mask off, deep in thought on a chair. I turn to Santino.

"He is a liability. We need to do something about him."

"What do you suggest?"

"Well, unless you want to kill him, we'd better tie him up in a place that's safe.. The police are going to try and reopen negotiations soon, I would guess. If they follow standard SWAT procedure, they'll bullhorn us, try and buy time for the entry teams, and then raid the building using flash grenades and teargas as distractions. This building may not be suitable for teargas- CS gas blankets hundreds of square feet with a single barricade penetrating round. A high concentration in an enclosed space, however, is fatal."

"So we're up against armed SWAT troops with helicopters and flash grenades?"

"Correct."

OOC: Seeing that no one else has stepped forward, I'll be taking full control of the SWAT team. Maybe not indiivudal members, but Street will be the commanding officer. Post to come soon.

Santino Was quite sure about the situation going his way. He stuck his glocks in the front of his pants then walked to the classroom where Tyreese was:

"ey N**** whats all the ruckus is herr?"

Tyreese pointed to the agressive thug:

"who u pointin at you crack baby look alike"

Tyreese jumped up but then was suprized by a .38Snub in the face, the agreesive gangster spat in his face:

"who u fuckin wit cuz? im edgy as fuck yah herd! back off ni***"

Santino just stood there and laughed:

"ya'll cut that shit now ..fer real..we an't gonna end up in a body bag untill we needa..get your shit skraight or i'll blow both yer heads off.."

The agressive thug then lowerd his gun stroming out the room in a rage..Santino looked at Tyreese:

"chill out man...once SWAT bullhorns us we good...and we rich Ni****!"

Tyreese nodded and sat back down on the desk..the Agressive thug known as Big J didn't fase him at all...


Santino left the room and listened to Viktor and Pedro:

"deal wit it boys...and find me BRAUN!"

Twelve men gathered around the large SWAT rig, with Street in the center. "Ok, heres the deal. Right now, Grismo is on the phone, trying to get with the bad guys. I got print outs of the blue prints that we can look at. Right now, we have to assume that we are gonna go in."

The twelve men were all dressed similarly, dark blue shirt and pants, with a black tactical vest worn over the shirt. Drop down holsters held Kimber Custom .45s, and each man was armed with a Colt M4 with a red dot sight and forgrip integrated flashlight. Black helmets and goggles hung at their sides. Street continued with the briefing.

"We need to assume they have gas, so thats why we're setting up to blow out the windows incase we need to go in. We know they are heavily armed, easter bloc weapons at least. Over a hundred hostages, and right now, were pluggin into the security system. Also, I've called in air support."

OOC: Baccardi, get on AIM...

"Alright Santino, you know SWAT like to use their helicopters for diversions. If you hear one pass overhead DO NOT MOVE TO THE WINDOWS, they might have snipers set up to take you when you do just that."

"I've cut the security system wires on the front door and also the cameras. There are only four, all disabled. The SWAT team will have full control of the rest of the system, but there's not much to control if they can't monitor the front doors.

"Remember the front door is booby trapped with a grenade on a wire, and that SWAT officers are armored- aim for the head unless you're using a rifle. Otherwise go for center mass."

With that, Viktor picks up the Snaiperskaya Dragunov, inserts a magazine of ten .30 FMJ shells, and racks the bolt.

Then he moves to a concealed side window to monitor SWAT movements with his scope.

By the order of physics and light, in order for Viktor to use a side window to spy on the 12 assault officers, he had to move in an angle to be seen. More specifically, his shadow was visible, although only very slightly. However, it was things like these that he had most likely been trained for, and other expert snipers were trained for. One of thsoe experts was Officer Terry Holtz.

Holtz lay flat on her stomach some distance from teh school, sweeping the visible windows with her rifle, a bolt action McMillian .50. The Carbon Mags modified stock was custom fit to her build, and the rifle had been customized to smallest detail. A custom hair trigger set to a .459lb pull, a switch locking bolt that allowed a perfectly smooth rack every time, and a fluted and ported barrel, lined with a chromed steel rifling, and a Harris Tactical Scope. This was what benifited her the most.

The scope adjusted automatically to changes in ambient light, and the slight adjustment in teh scope lense caught her eye. She rotated slowly under her ghille, and caught the shaddow of Viktor's movement. She adjusted herslf slowly, and slid her hips first, then her abdomen, and then her legs. After a few minutes, she had moved so that while her angle still was straight on with the building, she could still observe the window.

After a few seconds, she breathed lightly, and spoke into her throat mic. "10 David, 60 David, I got something. I'm comming in." After she spoke, she stood, and slowly moved out of the line of sight of the window, then trotted over to the other SWAT officers. "We got at least one sniper. Russian weapon, so I'm thinking these guys are top line equiped. They know their shit."

Street nodded, and looked down at his rifle. At that moment, the black SWAT helicoter swooped over the school, then found a nice holding pattern. This would not only provide teh option for air borne snipers to shoot at ground targets, but it also kept media helicopters out of the area.

Grisimo picked up a bullhorn

"Attention whoever is control of the school. We would like negotiate with you. Please call this number: 613-278-6981. We wish to negotiate."

Vanessa was in the corner, trying to remain incospicious (sp?). Pedro was still looking at the ground. She would have gone to comfort him but he still had that .45, and he was clearly unstable.

A new terrorist entered the room. Vanessa didn't recognize him. He approached Pedro confidently, arrogantly.

"Get up, enchilada. The boss wants to see you." Pedro didn't respond. "I said get up!" The terrorist reached down, grabbing Pedro's arm.

Pedro exploded. He slapped the hand away, hard. "Get your fu(#ing hands off me!" The other terrorist's face turned a beat red. Winding up, he swung at Pedro. Without pause, Pedro grabbed the terrorists arm, twisting it up, placed his pistol on the lefthand side of his ribcage, and fired...

Santino dialed the # given from the bullhorn call:

"w'sup...1 thing before we start my man...move these fuckin cops back before people get fuckin killed yah herd!!ok lets talk"

The other gangsters in the room grinned.....

"alright I will tell the cops to move back. I would like a sign of good faith. How about you release some of the younger students? Some of the gr. 9s. If you will show that you are compassionate and ym bosses will be more likely to give you your demands." Gain trust with the terrorists and convince them to release a few hostages.

Grisimo put the phone down and walked over to Street.

"He wants us to move our men back. So we move back our visual men. Keep the sniper in place because there is no indication that they are aware that they are in place. It's your call however. I'm just voicing my opinion on what's best"

O.o.c. Barcardi there is another rp I have with you. Post in it. I'll send you the url if you need it.

Street looked at his men, then nodded. "Ok boys, clear out." They started to move out from the site, and Street leaned over to Grismo. "If you think we need to move at all, just nod three times, and put your left hand in your pocket." He nodded over to the sniper, who was back in concelment. "We'll be on this bitch before that guy inside can hang up the phone."

"Good. Here's another sign you need to move...I die. I don't doubt they will shoot me if things aren't going their way. I am dealing with a man with possible low intellect. He is from one of the ghettos probably. However he is probably being advised by someone with alot of experience. He either has his own men with him or he is the only competent one. If it is the latter then that was him we saw on the roof. The school is possibly booby trapped as well. It short we are dealing with someone who knows his shit but isn't the leader. I'm going to try to convince the leader that his adviser doesn't care about him or his men, only the money. If things are looking badhe won't hesistate to flee."

Grisimo walked over to the phone.

'I got them to move the police back. It's just you and me and whoever is listening on your end. Can you please release some younger children? Who wants to be known as a child killer? If you release them it will be better for you in the long run."

"We moved back the police

Santino thought hard about the propisition:

"as you know sir..i myself am a buisness man..therefore a single class will be released! grade 9's as you wish.."

Santino put the phone on mute then bellowed to Hernandaz:

"ey Ni*** let 22 grade 9's go..we already got 1200 peoples to deal wit in here..they pulled back but i an't stupid..they must got snipers..class...1309..now!"

Hernandaz rushed off holding his sawed off double barrel SSG..

Santino then said into the phone:

"don't fuck me man...for real.."

Right after that all the students from room 1309 came running out the door in a giant mob of panic....

o.oc. front door or back door?

[Back door, because the front door would have exploded if they went out that way. ;)]

"Letting the little ones go, Santino?"

"Yah. The coppas moved der' guys off wen I tol' em to."

"They'll only give in to your demands so much. From there they might use stall tactics to keep your hopes up, and then raid the building."

Viktor sits down in the hallway, the SVD rifle in his lap.

American cops sure are slow... If I were still in Chechnya, the Spetznaz would have raided the building the instant they arrived.

Pedro has barricaded the door. Him and Vanessa each have a pistol. They are trying to get into contact with the police. Since lines have been cut, they are using a cell phone.

After getting through to the person in charge of the police, she frantically speaks into the receiver. "Please, this is Vanessa Ryler. We're in class 145, barricaded from these scum. Please, help us!"

Viktor patrols the hallways. On the ground floor he passes Room 145 and hears strange noises... And the door won't open.

"Santino, I think someone is down here trying to make outside contact with the police. They can't be using the land lines- they're cut."

Pedro could here talking outside the door. He figured he probably was found out, and probably would die before the end of the day. He was okay with that; his concern lay in Vanessa Ryler's future.

"Please, can you hear me? We need help!" Vanessa franticly spoke to the police outside.

"Open this goddamn door right now, or everyone inside this room will die! Now!"

The door swung open. Slowly, dramatically. Inside, all was well. There was a blood stain on the floor, the students were pale and terrified, but all was well. Pedro stood beside the door, .45 in hand. "There a problem?"

"You bet there's a goddamn problem. You barricaded the door. Which means you're hiding something in here. And I heard a woman's voice."

Levels his AK74 at Pedro, the silencer mere inches away from his face.

"So, you're going to tell me what's going on in here and show me that woman, or you're going to wind up as a blood stain just like that one."

Points to the stain.

Pedro lifted his hands. "Wow, sengior, your overeacting! Just keeping the peace here. There is nothing to worry about. Except, maybe, the women with a gun to your head." Vanessa had crept up behind Viktor, and had a Dessert Eagle pointed at his mid section. She whispered, "Corner, now. And drop the weapon."

Pedro smiled, and put his hands down.

Without thinking, Viktor brought the stock of the AK74 backwards and drove it into Vanessa's stomach. She wasn't used to combat and was unable to react fast enough to shoot compared to Viktor's Spetznaz-honed reflexes. She fell to the floor.

Viktor stomped on her hand causing her to release the gun, and kicked it away.

Before the stunned look on Pedro's face could even begin to fade, Viktor brought the AK74 to his hip, leveled it at Pedro, and squeezed the trigger.

Vanessa knew what she had to do, but she desperately didn't want to do it. But she knew she had to. Raising her concealed weapon, she pointed it at the terrorists chest. "I'm not a great shot, but no one can miss at this range."

Pedro started to speak. Maybe there was a way to avoid further blood shed, he thought. "We can walk out of here, man. They won't put up resistance, they'll be glad to let us go without killing anyone. We don't have to wind up martyrs, we can still survive. We've already made our point."

ooc: Sorta nuts with the terrorist attack on the Russian school that just occurs. I think I got the heebie jeebies!