The Resurgent Dream
03-09-2007, 20:13
Four figures, three men and one woman, ran through an elegantly decorated corridor while bullets sprayed through the windows. 18th century masterpieces, the property of the French colonial overlords who had ruled Achi before it fell to the Nabarrans, lay on the floor, smashed and riddled with bullet holes. The four people dove to the floor, returning fire out the windows. This was the Gubernatorial Palace in Port-de-l'Enfant , Achi and the four figures were Special Agent Hannah Cohen and Agents Norbert Wachholz, Christhard Sachs and Terenz Magel of the Confederal Special Enforcement Agency. Special Agent Cohen, as some might remember, had been involved in the controversial activities associated with Operation Dinah. All three of the agents under her had come into the CSEA from local law enforcement work in Marlund and they were very, very good at their jobs. Sometimes Cohen wondered if they had served the Fable regime with the same skill and dedication, although she knew it was better not to ask. “Please tell me that isn’t the Achi Army Civil Defense Force shooting at us.”
Wachholz fired his rifle out the window before answering, “I’m sorry, Fraulien, but I can’t honestly tell you that. It’s them, alright, sure as day.” Waccholz was a heavily muscled man with close cropped blond hair and a stern, square face. The sight of him in a running fire fight through such a finely decorated corridor reminded Cohen of quite a few action movies. Unfortunately, it was quite real.
“We have to get the governor out of here!” Cohen screamed unnecessarily as she made a burst for the door at the end of the corridor. The three men followed, firing as they ran. They burst through a door at the end of the corridor which led to a small office where two fat, balding men in suits huddled under the desk. She recognized them as the Governor and the First Minister. “Gentlemen, we need to leave. There’s a boat waiting for you.”
“But … this is treason!” the governor sputtered, slowly pulling himself up onto his chubby legs.
“Yes, it is,” Cohen said calmly. “And the Confederated Peoples doesn’t let this sort of thing happen in her Members. We have people coming to deal with it. But right now, we need you to come with us.” She managed not to say that the whole situation never would have happened if he hadn’t been corrupt and in league with the small pirate gangs operating off of Achi’s coast recently. She was, after all, a professional.
The governor scowled as the first minister stood up behind him. Neither one of them looked like they particularly wanted to move. They jumped as another burst of gunfire could be heard and then a large crash as the attacking forces finally burst into the building itself. The four agents grabbed the two men and rushed them back down the corridor, hoping to clear the back entrance before they had to meet any enemy forces head on. No such look. As things happened, the four agents had to fight their way to a laundry shoot and escape under fire in a service truck with two cowering corrupt officials in tow. It wasn’t the worst situation any of them had ever been in but it was certainly not the sort of operation they ever expected to be conducting on Confederal soil. Something somewhere had gone very, very wrong.
Wachholz fired his rifle out the window before answering, “I’m sorry, Fraulien, but I can’t honestly tell you that. It’s them, alright, sure as day.” Waccholz was a heavily muscled man with close cropped blond hair and a stern, square face. The sight of him in a running fire fight through such a finely decorated corridor reminded Cohen of quite a few action movies. Unfortunately, it was quite real.
“We have to get the governor out of here!” Cohen screamed unnecessarily as she made a burst for the door at the end of the corridor. The three men followed, firing as they ran. They burst through a door at the end of the corridor which led to a small office where two fat, balding men in suits huddled under the desk. She recognized them as the Governor and the First Minister. “Gentlemen, we need to leave. There’s a boat waiting for you.”
“But … this is treason!” the governor sputtered, slowly pulling himself up onto his chubby legs.
“Yes, it is,” Cohen said calmly. “And the Confederated Peoples doesn’t let this sort of thing happen in her Members. We have people coming to deal with it. But right now, we need you to come with us.” She managed not to say that the whole situation never would have happened if he hadn’t been corrupt and in league with the small pirate gangs operating off of Achi’s coast recently. She was, after all, a professional.
The governor scowled as the first minister stood up behind him. Neither one of them looked like they particularly wanted to move. They jumped as another burst of gunfire could be heard and then a large crash as the attacking forces finally burst into the building itself. The four agents grabbed the two men and rushed them back down the corridor, hoping to clear the back entrance before they had to meet any enemy forces head on. No such look. As things happened, the four agents had to fight their way to a laundry shoot and escape under fire in a service truck with two cowering corrupt officials in tow. It wasn’t the worst situation any of them had ever been in but it was certainly not the sort of operation they ever expected to be conducting on Confederal soil. Something somewhere had gone very, very wrong.