NationStates Jolt Archive

A mansion sat upon a hill somewhere in Venezuela. Inside a whole family slept, blissfully unaware of the danger lurking outside. The man they had come for was Cortez Escabar, the owner of Venezuela's largest oil refinery and several other industries.

Outside a man known only as Amir crouched in the dark stroking his AK-47 mumbling in inaudible prayer. However, compared to his associates he could hardly be considered the religious type. His actions were not for any god but for his own personal profit. In short, he was a mercinary, no more.

Looking over to the three other men he gave them a nod. Each one pulled the ski mask over his face and the slowly opened the door having already broken the lock. Having such a remote home, the Escabars had no personal guards at their home making Amir's work all too easy.

Moving silently through the home they soon found the bedrooms of the parents and the small child. They entered the parents' rooms first. Surrounding the bed and striking each on with the butts of their rifles. Two of his coworkers dragged the limp, unconcious bodies out to their jeep while Amir and one other man entered the girl's room

"What of her?" the other asked.

"She'll boost moral." Amir said with a twisted grin, hidden by his mask. The other man simply nodded and covered her mouth while Amir whispered in her ear, "Wake up darling."

The yound girl opened her eyes to see the end of Amir's rifle come crashing down striking her head.

Hours later Dieter Clark was awoken by the sound of his private line. He rolled out of bed. The conversation was short and to the point. Moments later he was dressed with his duffle bag and was off to be briefed with the rest of his team.

ooc: k, lets introduce our characters and then work out the kinks oocly on the other thread...also, although the situation is close an R6 level, I hope we end up going in a different direction soon.

The silence of the dark room was broken by the sound of plastic vibrating on wood. The hum of the quiet motor also pierced the silence, a slight 'whir' against the sound of the beeper shaking. Robert had opted out of using a pravte extension on his cell phone for his new job, doing to much work through his cell phone to allow a free and open line. The small beeper continued to vibrate till a feminie hand reached over and grabbed it, hitting the 'disable' button. Foriter simply grummbled in his sleep, and rolled over pushing against his wife.

The beeper started again, and this time, the woman nudged Fortier, and he slowly awoke. "What?" he mumbled out, looking around through sleeping eyes. He reached over the girl, and grabbed the vibrator, looking at the green lit back screen. The number was familiar, one he had been told to memorize when he first accepted this job. He pressed down on the 'message recieved' button, and rolled over, pushing himself out of bed. He reacehd down, and pulled a black pair of pajama pants over his boxers.

"What is it," the woman asked, looking over as he moved through the dark room, waking with every step. She watched his well muscled, athletic frame with every step, spying him move towards the door.

"Gotta go to work," he said, bending over and grabbing a red Lucky tshirt on his way out of the room. He grabbed a duffle bag of a chair, and the turned and walked back to the dresser next to his side. He reached into a drawr, and removed an FN FiveseveN automatic, and tucked it into a Mossad style holster, which he then slid into his pants. He leaned over and kissed his wife. "I'll call ya when I can. Love you," he said, then walked out the door.

The decent sized two story five beedroom house that Fortier had purchaed in Largent (I'm assuming we'll be following the book where everyone lives in the same nation, not to far from a military base) was of decent size, and close enough to the team's headquarters that Fortier often ran to the base for his morning run. However, as he shot back a second Red Bull, making a note of the taste minus vodka, he tossed his bag into the back seat of a blue BMW M3. He slid into the driver's seat, and piloted the German sports car to the base, moving past security with ease. He exited the car, and moved quickly to the briefing room, grabing a cup of coffee on the way.

John Davic, a sergent at only 25 years of age, woke. It was...oh, great, 6:30. In the morning. He was going to be late. Luckily for him, it was one of the many perks he had. He got up and showered. He snuck into his bed, where is fiance (right?) was sleeping peacefully. He smiled and gave her a soft kiss on the cheek.
About fifteen minutes later, he was out the door. He got in his combination of a GT3, Porshce, and Ferrari, as he said, but it was just a nice looking, waxed every week Nissan. He turned it on and turned on the radio to a jazz channel. He drove onto the highway, driving to London. He recieved a call from his 'boss', General Weiut, and he accepted.
"John, where are you?" barked the General.
"Just outside the building," was the response as he got out.
"Well, come to my office. I got something special for you."
What, a much-needed promotion? John thought. He walked in and the general sat there, waiting for him. He pulledo ut some papers and reports.
"So, what is it?" asked John.
"We have a...situation in Venzuala," responded the General.
"Hmm? What kind?" asked John, interested.
"A hostage situation. Turns out that a big oil-refinery chain owner and owner of a few other companies and his family, a wife and daughter, were taken by what we believe are terrorits."
"Does this have anything to do with me?"
The General smiled.
John got it and smiled as well. "When do I leave?"
"As soon as we get mroe information. Until then, get ready." John nodded and saluted. He left and went to his home. He changed into loose-fitting clothes, as he was not sure what to wear, and grabbed his Colt .45. His noticed his wife was gone and he heard the shower running. He smiled and sat on the bed. She came out soon, naked, and screamed, then ran to him and hugged him. He smiled and kissed her. He told her the news and she frowned, but then said she was proud of him. About 20 minutes later, after making love, he left, happy and refreshed.
He drove back, listening to the same jazz. When he arrived, he walked in to the Genral's office. When he said there was no more info, John sat and waited.