NationStates Jolt Archive

Kenneth E. Howitzer and his cabinet did not get much sleep last night. Somthing big was going down, and each and every one of them where well aware what it was.

It had been a long time since the last time the government had to put thier borders on a deadlock, but desperate times call for desperate measures. Something that had started as a simple act of revenge, had escalated into something that now had the federal government up all night..

The mans name was John..Just John. He had kept his last name a secret, but with the trouble he is in, I guess it is justified. He had been hired by a Resturant owner to take out the owner of another chain of Gourmet Bladiean Cuisine, A kind of Mercinary Hitman. This John Charichter is wanted in 5 nations for the brutal killings of innocent people, and now he was in The Half Earth Nations of Crimson Blades. And they couldent get him out.

But In Crimson blades you see, once someone is murderd it becomes a federal case. The government whas doing all it could to get this man, but it was not enough. they needed help, and they needed it fast. because this, like a virus was spreading. more and more people where dying, and more and more people where greaving for thier loved ones.


The death count is at 100. Please help.

Please, If you decide to RP do it in Charachter. And I want good IC RP. i dont want anybody saying "I send my polize to get da bad guy the end"

Thank you.

as an act of goodwill towards a random nation (and also because it has nothing better to do), the Berëzan Ministry of the Interior sends the following message to Crimson blades over semi-secure lines:

"We wish to offer our assistance in capturing this John character. However, we wish to do this in full compliance with your country's laws, including immigration laws for the team of hunters we have assembled. Please let us know whether we are clear to proceed. Over and out."

Crimson Blades, 0930 Hours

Josh folded his newspaper and set it upon the glass table of the small cafe. He gently sipped his coffee, and surveyed the surrounding area. There were around twenty to thirty people around him. Of them, at least ten were policemen. Oh, of course they were plain-clothes, but the way the carried themselves, and the odd bulges in their coats came them away. He watched, bemused, as a man slipped his hand into a woman's pocket, and withdrew a wallet.

The woman didn't notice her wallet had just been stolen, but the gaggle of police did. They grabbed for the tasers inside their coats, and ran towards the man. They man, realizing he was in a tight spot, turned tail and fled. He made it a few feet before being hit. He shook violently as ten-thousand volts surged through the man. The smell of burning flesh spread through the air. Josh looked away. The irony was not lost upon him. Here he was, a man trained to kill, revolted by the sight of a man who wasn’t even going to die. He supposed he was different when you weren’t the man behind the trigger. Josh shook his head and snapped back to the task at hand. He was Parlimian Special Forces, on loan to the Crimson Blades government, charged with tracking down the John Doe. Mr. John had also “visited” Parlim, his trip ending with seven dead and four wounded, so his presence here was more revenge than it was assistance, though the Crimson Blade government didn’t know that as of yet.

He stood up, and threw a few Switchblade Credits on the table. Under his jacket, he felt the weight of his silenced SIG Sauer. He smiled a mischievous smile, and walked off to find his target.

The Drama Isles was finally getting into an INTERPOL-type operation. The Dictator had heard from Kenneth Howitzer and his cabinet that they needed help to catch the uncatchable: a murderer on the loose in the nation of Crimson Blades.

Several actions were taken by the Dictator:
First, an official inquiry was sent to the offices of Howitzer, which stated: "The Drama Isles would like to assist in any way possible. We have an investigative task force standing by to enter your country, waiting for your permission. End." The Dictator

Unofficially, however, the Drama Isles had already sent in one of their undercover operatives via HAHO jump. The operative, a member of the Drama Isles government's clandestine service, was codenamed MEL BROOKS, and he was well versed in intelligence and law enforcement operations, at least those carried out in the Drama Isles. The operative was actually the first agent to be sent out into another country on an actual mission.

MEL BROOKS'S HAHO jump was a success. As he finished packing up his parachute, he checked his equipment, and started for the nearest transportation route.

Kenneth Looked at the incoming messages and transmissions, With the flick of his wrist all where responded to. the same message went out......All willing participents meet up at location 8392 (National Security Bunker) All participents have been given acsess. Thank you.

"So" Kenneth said, as the messages streamed in. "We have the willing nations, but now comes the hard part. Finding him." It all came down to john. They had been at his mercy since the start, But now the tables have turned. Or so it seemed.

The limo started off twords the NSB. Kenneth and his two advisors sat inside. "well" Kenneth said, "I hope these men enjoy thier visit, cause they might be here for a while."

The team had reason to be proud - they 8, of all the possible agents, had been accepted for this mission. They constituted two agents of the Ministry of the Exterior, and 6 of the Interior. The former were the "diplomatic team", while the latter were the ones to actually find this guy. Though the Most Serene Republic of Berëza, with its abysmally low crime rate, afforded them little practice in such matters, they knew what they were doing. Five of them had been, or still were somehow, military personnel - all agents, special or not, of the Ministry of the Exterior. The unofficial leader was one former Captain Gal'a Sorina, a 45-year old veteran of the Atlantiopiean campaign, with a nasty temper and a tendency to accomplish the most impossible assignments in the most impossibly short time. The 8 flew in on an aircraft that contained three blue vans, themselves, and their equipment. They were dressed in plain clothes, had brushed up on their [insert Crimson blades' language here], but carried both identification and heavy firepower, as well as a signed and notarized in triplicate copy of Cb's response to the Berëzan proposal, lest the local authorities give them any trouble.
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The three vans drove unextraordinarily towards the bunker.
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After gaining entrance to the bunker complex, the 8 stood around their vans, having told the local guards who they were and whom they were expecting, as well as to let them know once the others had arrived. Apparently, they came early. They would then follow the others to where discussion would take place.