NationStates Jolt Archive

"Did you do it?" She asked.

"Of course." Came the reply.

"Well, what now?"

"We wait."

"Sounds like a great plan to me."

"No need to be sarcastic. Just because you don't have patientce doesn't mean it won't work."

"I told you we needed to hit fast and hard while they were unprepared."

"They wern't unprepared. Don't underestimate them. I also work on my own time schedule." A gun slid out and planted itself against the woman's temple. "Next time you question me, I will kill you."

"Fine, we'll work on your time schedule." The gun slid away.

A lighter flicked in the darkness and the sudden glow of a feminine face lit the room, accompanied by the light glow of a cigarette in her mouth. The woman blew out a small cloud of smoke. Hissing the breath back in, she asked: "What do we do now besides wait?"

"Not much. Everything is in place, all we need to do is wait for the triggering moment and then we let hell loose. If we pull this correctly, Blargistania will fall apart."

"You know if we're caught we'll get charged with high treason and crimes against the state."

"Yes, but this state is so gawd damned liberal that the jury won't have the heart to use the death penalty. Hasn't been used in over 600 years ya know."

"Still, there's explusion."

"So, plenty of other nations that will take us. Stop with the fatalistic bull shit. We're not going to get caught. The plan is set perfectly. Even without us, it can still go on. There's too much fighting between the senate factions to get anything done and the populace has opinions too strongly formed. The evnagelicals hate the atheists, the fags hate the fundamentalists, the muslims hate the christians. Too many groups. You know, whatever founding father said that factions will prtoect a large republic when he founded the US all those years ago was wrong. Factions only paralyze large nations. With luck, it will tear this one apart."

"I suppose."

"Do you play much solitare?"

"Solitare?"

"Yes, its a game."

"No, I'm afraid I don't."

"Pity. Starts with 29 marbles. You skip over marbles and take the skipped one. If you have one left, you win."

"Okay."

The gun slid out again.

"Wait a minute."

With a muffled 'pop' and a small flash, the gun discharged. The woman fell over, the half burnt cigarette falling from her mouth. In her head was a dime sized hole. An assasins trade mark.

"Three left."
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"You know" Senator Dansk said "We really must repeal this whole gay marraige thing. It's ripping our society apart. We need to return to traditional man-woman marraige. Its the only way our great nation can survive. These homosexuals have been tearing us apart for years. Always, they oppose our agendas and seek to further their own, endangering our society and ruinging the sanctity of marraige."

"Are you aware, Senator that marraige is not a church institution?" Senator Gnola said "In fact, the only institution that has the right to marry people is the state. All this and despite the fact that you have yet to define exactly what this 'homosexual' agenda is. Also, there is a high degree of seperation of church and state here. You were aware of that of course? And you also did know that all these measures you are complaining about were put to public ballot and passed overwhelmingly, am I right?"

"That doesn't matter. We need to repeal it now! These fags have to be stopped!"

"Lose the hate-filled rhetoric you homophobe. Look beyond your little shell and see what the world actually wants."

"I know what the world wants and it isn't people like you." With a start, Dansk pulled out a small pistol and shot across the Senate hall, directly into Gnola's chest. Gnola gave a shuddering gasp and collapsed, spilling blood all over her podium.

As the military guard rushed in and tackled Dasnk, he screamed "HAHAHA, another fag-lover dead."
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Watching the news report on a public TV screen, Rainer Valhava smiled. Time to move.


(OOC: comments are welcome. This is the set up for a hopeful RP)

Nuclear Disposal Truck CA47V

Daran rubbed his eyes wearily as he continued down the highway. His truck was a nondescript eighteen wheeler. It's cargo however was anything but nondescript. Five nuclear warheads slept inside, on their way to destruction. The recent decision of of the Blargistanian high government had been to destroy the missiles and so they needed to be 'disappeared'.

It was late at night and this section of Blargistania was not particulary interestiong. Long, flat, and straight. The highway shot off into the distance towards the mountains, 1,000 miles away. Daran sighed and switched the radio station to something a little heavier. Maybe it would keep him awake. Daran took a sip of coffee and closed his eyes for a moment. When he opened them and saw some flashing lights on the road ahead. Cops? He thought to himself. What the hell. It's 2 am. Daran began to slow the truck down. He saw another late night traveller pull away from the cops. [i] Rotuine checkpoint for sobriety maybe?[i] As Daran pulled over, one the cops walked up to him. "Driver's license and registration please."

"Sure officer, what bring you out here at this time of night?"

"Routine stops." The officer replied without looking up.

"What's your manifest?"

"Nuclear waste. Going to Manari Mountain dumping facility."

"Waste huh?"

"Yup."

A voice came from the back of the truck. "Warheads. Marked for disposal. Looks like what we wanted."

"What you wanted?" asked Daran, confused.

"Yup. And now you know too much. Good bye."

The fake cop's gun rose up out of nowhere and fired three rounds into Daran's chest. The man yanked his body out of the truck, took his ID, wallet, money, and keys, and got into the truck. He threw out the coffee just his compatriot walked up next to the driver's seat. "Nice work, lets go."

"See you at the hideout." Said the man.

"three warheads. Quick and easy. Let's move." The accomplise got into the cop car and drove out in front of the truck. Rainer shoved the truck into gear and drove off into the night.
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"I told you they should have been destroyed earlier!" came the outraged voice of Senator Moss. Those weapons were always a danger to our society and now we don;t know where three of them are! It was always the warmongers that wanted the weapons. Protection they said. Safety they said. Well, now what they thought was a safe measure for Blargistania has turned into our greatest danger."

"I told you earlier, the weapons were not properly taken away for disposal." Said Senator Russa, one the members of the warhawk party. "We should have flown them under full military escort. That is how they would have arrived safely."

"The point remains" Moss continued "The weapons were and are dangerous. And now they threaten our citizens."

"You never wanted any weapons at for Blargistania. Do you realize how many times those weapons have saved us?" Came a shouted voice.

"They have never saved us" Moss insisted. All they ever did was encourage people to be killed. All weapons should have been banned from the start. We've had a lot of bloodshed, too much if you ask me. Its high time we ban all weapons and become a disarmed state."

At that proposal, the Senate hall exploded into noise. Various factions supporting or opposing the move began to yell back and forth at each other. Of the 400 Senate delegates, it seemed not one could agree with another.
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Within the storage shed that served as a temporary headwuarters, Rainer logged onto the wireless web. He surfed around for a few minutes so as not to draw attention or suspicion from his site hits. A porn site here, a game site there. Some political sites. An information site on terrorists. Then he logged onto what he wanted. The terrorist black market. He put in a tentative offer of seeling one warhead for 10 million. With luck, he would have the funds from his sale to finish his project and a terrorisat would have a shiny new bomb to blow up somewhere.

(ooc: this is where someone else comes in as a buyer or anti-terror network hunting down people.)