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This is a FyreStorm News Channel Alert

"Good morning, I'm Kathryn Zater for FSNC. Less than five hours ago, FyreStyorm News learned that a break in had occurred at the Pagania army base. Several men, dressed entirely in black, rused the fences and forced their way into the compound. The men were armed with unidentified automatic weapons and grenades, and appeared to have a working knowledge of the layout of the base.

Although the official word is that nothing came of this incident, FyreStorm News has learned through reliable sources that a high yield nuclear device was in fact forcibly removed from the compound, and that authorities have absolutely no idea how this was done, or where this weapon is.

We have also had reports of the Ministerial Cabinet contacting various countries nearby, warning them of possible danger from Fyreheartian extremists.

FyreStorm will continue to follow this story and will bring updates the moment they become available. This is Kathryn Zater for FSNC."

This is a distressing thing to hear, we will help you find theses people...

But, if this Nuke, is set off, and it injures anyone from White-X. We will hold you personally responsible, For your lack to properly guard these WMD's




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Queen Kasuga Ayumu
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The Dynasty of White-X (http://users.tpg.com.au/hibbs/xdf/), Osaka City

Tag. (Will join in tomorrow afternoon, Fyreheart, but it's REALLY late right now. Keep room in the RP for me! Thanks. :) )

Prime Minister Hurst was furious.

"HOW THE HELL COULD YOU IDIOTS HAVE LET THIS HAPPEN? COULD YOU PLEASE EXPLAIN TO ME JUST HOW 7 MEN STEAL A 10 FRIGGING MEGATON NUCEAR DEVICE FROM ONE OF OUR MOST HEAVILY GUARDED BASES?!"

The guards all looked back with blank expressions. One of them spoke. "Sir, if I could please - "

"DON'T SIR ME! DO YOU REALIZE WHAT EXACTLY HAS HAPPENED? DO YOU?" Calming slightly, he continued. "Well, let me spell it out for you! We have a highly dangerous nuclear device out there. Possibly controlled by extremists, AND WE HAVE ABSOLUTELY NO IDEA WHERE IT IS! Do you know how many people ar at risk here!?!"

"Sir, we suspect that they were former officers of the Fyreheartian armed forces, and - "

You suspect!? You SUSPECT!? Well, that's a good shitting suspicion mister!

"HJurst got very quiet now. "Let me tell you what happens next. You will find this device. Soon. If you do not, many people will die. And if that happens, you will die. Is that clear?"

Not waiting for an answer, Hurst angrily walked out of the room.

TOP SECRET IC:

Meeting his aide in the hall, he stopped.

"Everything is going perfectly. Proceed to Phase 2."

With your permission we would like to send in 500 of our SAS to search for these nukes.


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Gen. Sophie Trent
Head of the White-X Military
The Dynasty of White-X (http://users.tpg.com.au/hibbs/xdf/), Osaka City

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The seven men sat nervously in the decades unused bunker, 500 feet below the ground, as the search parties were all over the surface above. Their nervousness was uncalled for however, as the bunkers construction and depth made any scans difficult, if not impossible.

One of the men spoke with a heavy accent. "John? Why is the Prime Minister having us steal a nuclear bomb?"

John walked across the room to refill his coffee mug. "Beats the hell outta me Neal. All we were paid to do is steal the damn thing and deliver it to the buyer. This sitting and waiting is starting to piss me off."

Another man dressed entirely in black spoke from across the room. "Relax John. Hurst wouldn't have gone through all this shit if he was just gonna have us captured. I mean c'mon. Giving us the plans for the base, telling us exactly when to hit, and even drugging the guards? That's a bit much for someone who just wants to have a hero mark on his record."

John walked back to his bed, sipping his coffee and gave the black-clad man a sarcastic look. "Riiiight. I never liked that sonofabitch, Mark. He's a rash, impulsive little shit. He only looks out for himself and never does shit unless he can gain from it. This stinks, and it stinks real bad."

A man dressed in full military uniform walked into the room. Obviously a General, his uniform was decorated with many awards and medals. "Shut up, both of you. I just spoke with Hurst. We're to sit tight here until 0100. Then we pack up and haul ass to the reandeveau site in the Serpintian forest."

"0100!?! That's nine friggin hours from now!" The men were obviously past impatience.

The General shut him up with a harsh look. "Look, we have our orders. We do as we've been instructed, and Fyreheart will be under military control before long. Now all of you, get some sleep. That's an order. We've got a long day ahead of us."

The men began to talk amongst themselves as the General walked back into the bunker control center. His mind was racing.

Soon. Soon we will have our just due. For all of time, Fyreheart has been Democracys bitch. Now it's time to play it smart. Time to throw some little shits on the floor instead of being the one that always picks them up. We're all that's left of The Old Ways now. We have to make it come alive. We will, no we MUST succeed, and we will have power beyond imagination!

The infamous General Foder took one last look in the mirror before rejoining the rest of the group.

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OFFICIAL TRANSMISSION
TO: White-X
FROM: Fyreheartian Office of Domestic Security

We appreciate your concern concerning the recent incident in Pagania. However, we have the situation well under control, and do not require any assistance at the present time. We will contact you if we are in need of help. Thank you.

END MESSAGE

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{OOC: For those of you who were around during the Fyreheartian civil war, you'll remember General Foder betrayed the government and joined The Old Ways uprising. Nice twist eh? 8)}

{OOC2: Ferrusia, you're more than welcome to join at anytime. Where ya been old buddy!?!}

Bump for all the crap that got dumped on top of this.

<OFFICIAL GOVERNMENT STATEMENT>

The Five Civilized Nations expresses outrage at this dastardly deed. As our stand is against the proliferation of WMDs, we condemn the actions of these "terrorists"... As a sign of our support the Five Civilized Nations offers the assistance of its armed forces to find this warhead...

The First Lord of the Star League couldn't believe it, two Star League member nations had stepped in it deep. IdP had literally fallen apart at the seams overnight and now Fyreheart had one of its nuclear weapons stolen by seven people. The Fyreheart situation stunk of treason but there was nothing he could do about it at the moment, but after the IdP situation was resolved then he would make sure to put that part of his house in order.

"This is a outrage 7 men lose with nukes this is...an outrage
my nation burnout fans will help hunt down these terrorists"


The leader of burnout fans
(a telegram sent to fiyreheart)

Wolfish President James Todler sat staring out the windows of his office - 80 stories above the Wolfish Capital - streched out below - the orderly calm of business as usual in one of the financial capitals of the world.

But that calm was at risk.

Another man sat in the office of the President - Intelligence Chief Percy Way had just delivered his harsh news to his president.

"Percy....we have plans in place for this kind of situation?"

"Yes Sir - we call it a Broken Arrow - when a nuke goes missing. Typically we redeploy intelligence assets as needed to find the device. Sir - with our satelite network and our ability to scan for radioactive material..."

"I know Percy - but - but its been so long since we took part in events beyond our own borders - so very long...The War with Tuttsville drained us. We lost hundreds of thousands of people...How can I...How can we..."

"Sir - we must - Fyreheart is our friend and ally - they are a nation of our region - and a risk to one of us..."

"I know." *picking up phone* "Samantha - get a message to the President of Fyreheart - tell them Wolfish is deploying assets to find this weapon...And tell them I'm getting on my plane and heading there to help."

Percy May walked out of the President's office. His hands shook with nerves as he realized the magnitude of the situation.

He took the elevator down to his office and picked up the secure phone.

"Wolfish Space Command - how may I help you?"

"Transfer me to Mission Control - authorization Alfa - Brave - 6997."

"Right away Sir." said the voice on the other end of the line.

"Mission Control - General Tasker."

"Tasker - its Percy. I've receive authorization from the President to begin scans on Fyreheart - when can you have the birds in position?"

"8 hours."

"Good - do it. And General - the stakes just got higher - Todler is going there in person."

"Jesus Christ."

"Yep. So no screw ups."

"Right."

Agent Rufus Aetius marched into the dark room. "We've got a problem," he informed his fellow Drakonian Intelligence Agency (DIA) agents.

"You mean the stolen nuke," one of the other men responded.

Agent Rufus was a bit taken a back. "How did you know?"

"It was on the news," was all the man had to say.

"Well, transmit a report back to the Imperium," Rufus ordered his subordinate. "They want to hear about this back home."

The DIA Agents wholed up in an apartment building in Pagania, the capital of Fyreheat, were part of a small cell that maintained watch on Drakonia's Emirate ally. Now it looked like they might be doing more than just watching. A crisis of this magnitude might require more than just watching, it might require interference.

Kiev, Ferrussia

President Yavlinsky sat in the situation room, wondering why all this had to happen now, in the midst of diplomatic negotiations with 5 different countries, 2 of which were defending against foreign invasion.

Secretary of Defense Markov Lumchensky finished his briefing on the situation in Fyreheart. "We're engaged in Nimbata, but we've still got plenty of forces at home to cope, and spec ops, too, in case they need help tracking them down. We could also offer them use of several intelligence sources."

Yavlinsky nodded. "Of course. Nations can be touchy when dealing with outside help for internal problems - particularly ones that are probably their fault in some way or another: lax security, inadequate classification, bought-out workers... We can offer them help, but don't count on them taking it."

"I'll get right on it," said Secretary of Foreign Affairs, Aleksey Kasyanov.

"We need to make sure it doesn't get here, though," said Lumchensky. "I'd suggest closing all cargo shipping to and from Fyreheart until this has blown over or gone stale. We can't risk a terrorist attack of the sort we saw in Nankin. And that includes all Fyreheartian shipping," he said, looking at the Secretary of Trade. "We need to make checks so it doesn't get ferried to another country and then here. For a very temporary period, we need to close our borders to Fyreheartian trade."

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Encoded Message to the Fyreheartian Embassy, Kiev, Ferrussia

We've noticed your recent situation, and would like to offer our assistance in any way possible. Special Forces and intelligence sources are at your disposal, you need only ask. A meeting with your ambassador at the Mariinsky Palace can be arranged as soon as this evening.

We also regret to inform you that for the time being, Ferrussian borders will be closed to all Fyreheartian shipping and cargo. We hope that you understand, and hopefully this will not harm economic or diplomatic relations between our great nations. If the nuclear device is of a small size (ie, able to be carried on a passenger plane), please take neccessary measures to ensure it does not leave Fyreheart.

Our best wishes to you in this terrible time. If you need any help, give us a ring.


Aleksey Sergeyevich Kasyanov
Secretary of Foreign Affairs

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A shady pub in Downtown Pagania

A dark figure dressed in black sat at a bar in downtown Pagania, he had been there for two hours, not saying a word to anyone and accepting a drink only if he was asked if he wanted one by the bartender. Apparently the locals didn't take kindly to quiet strangers, since the man had recieved ugly looks from people entering and leaving the bar ever since he had arrived. He wore a black trenchcoat, and underneath he wore a black turtleneck with matching black pants and shoes. On his head he wore sunglasses and a black hat, which was tilted so that it almost completely hid his face and not mention, made him look all the more shadier. He sat on a barstool in front of the bar with both of his elbows on the bar, to either side of the barstool were two metallic suitcases whose contents were unknown.

If you observed the man long enough, you could tell he was waiting for something, whether it be a call, a person, or some sort of object, whatever it was he was waiting for it and patiently at that. Another good 15 minutes had passed by when two large, rough looking men entered the pub. They waved at the bartender, and the bartender waved back, shifting eyes at the shady man at the bar so that the two men could clearily tell that he was no longer wanted there. The largest man winked at the bartender and then approached the shady man sitting on the barstool until he was about 5 inches behind him. He reached his huge hand out to tap the man on his shoulder, but before it was even close to touching the man's shoulder, it was caught, and twisted by the shady man's hand. The large man screamed out in pain as he felt and heard his index finger being broken and crushed in the hand of the stranger.

The shady man spoke for the first time since had arrived.

"Please, I want no trouble. I come for drink just like you, so if you do not mind I would like to be left alone.", he spoke calmly and with a deep, unmistakable Rukemian accent.

He released the man's hand and pushed him backwards slightly and then continuing on with his drink. The large man looked at the bartender, who appeared startled, and then back at the stranger who had broken his finger. He slowly backed away and went back to his table to drink with his companion. The stranger smirked and chuckled slightly, he found it amusing how fast the man had decided to retreat and leave him to drink. A cellphone rang out, and the stranger answered it, taking it out of his coat pocket and pulling the wire out. He said nothing when he answered the phone, he only listened, when the conversation was apprently done with, he hung the phone up and placed it back in his coat pocket.

As soon as he had placed his cellphone in its proper place, he slid off of his barstool and picked up the two suitcases, he nodded at the bartender and then at the two large men sitting far behind him before he left. He walked out of the pub door swiftly and into a black van that had just pulled up to the curb, he climbed into the van where he was greeted by his eight comrades, all assassins of Rukemia and all equally skilled in their profession.

"Hello, Agent Corrack!", said the driver, "I hope your wait has not been to long?"

Corrack responded, "The next time you are late I will cut your balls off and feed them to the pigs.", with the end of that little chitchat, the driver continued, not saying another word until they stopped.

The trip was short, they only had traveled 10 miles before they reached their destination, the HQ of the revived "The Old Ways". They stopped in what appeared to be an abandoned block of land, but deep underneath the ground lay the hidden HQ. After descending upon a few hidden doors and traveling stories and stories under ground, the 8 assassins assigned by Emperor Herasi Jon himself, finally reached their destination deep inside the bunkers of "The Old Ways", where they met up with their Rukemian connect, Neil, and the rest of his team

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In that same shady bar, three frequent visitors of the Bar noticed the scene with the stranger. They made note of the man's reactions, registered his accent, and watched him leave.

Seconds after he had stepped out, all of the men left. They walked across the street. One of the men entered an apartment building, which just happened to be across the street, while the other two got into a ordinary-looking car.

Following at a safe distance the car trailed the black van to it's destination. As the van arrived the car drove on, the destination noted by the them inside.

The Rukemians would be watched.

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Woah! Octuple post!! :shock:

Followed by a quadruple post...

Minister of Defense Sharon Dyson rushed down the hall. Today had not been a good day for national security. She barged into Hursts office and went up to the desk.

"Sir, I have some very bad news. Five more nuclear bombs have disappeared from the Serpintia military installation!"

Dyson began to panic somewhat. "Sir, I reccomend we go immediately to Alert Level 1. All shipping in and out of Fyreheart needs to be suspended, and all air traffic subject to random searches. Those weapons could be any - "

Hurst stood up and cut her off. "Sharon, calm down. Now when did this happen?"

"We got the reports about 20 minutes ago Nathan. Oh my Gods Nathan, there are 6 nuclear weapons missing...do you know what the hell this means?"

Hurst nodded grimly. "I do. We could be in deep shit." He walked over and closed the door. "Sharon, come with me. I have something you need to see."

They walked towards the back of Hursts office, towards the briefing room. Hurst opened the door and motioned to Dyson. "Ladies first, my dear."

She laughed. "Nathan, you're no gentlemen, but thank you."

Sharon stepped inside.

*BANG*

The bullet hit her in the right shoulder, and spun her around. "Nathan, get down!" She went to tackle Hurst to the floor to protect the Prime Minister.

But Hurst was already moving towards her. Swiftly, he swung and knocked her into the wall, where she crumpled to the floor in a bloody heap.

Out of the shadows stepped general Foder, who pointed his gun at Dyson and fired three more rounds into her chest. Bleeding and twitching, she looked up into Hursts eyes.

"Why...Nathan...why...?"

"Because no one gets in my way, bitch."

Her breaths grew shorter and shorter until they stopped altogether. Her eyelids closed 3/4 of the way, and the light left her eyes forever.

Hurst looked at Foder. "Clean this thing up okay?"

Rukemia, can you clean up those multi-posts for me? Thanks dude.

The Great Ineffable Bob looked over the daily report. Riots in downtown Whang due to food shortages, boring, ship destroyed due to asteroid collision, boring, nuclear bombs stolen in Fyreheart...What's this? He read the details.
Six nuclear bombs stolen from a Fyreheartian military base, several nations using various methods to discover the missing weapons.

"Bob Minor! Have a few modified Centaur fighters fly around as if on routine patrol. Make sure the fighters are those ones with the scanning disruptors. I want every satellite searching for those nukes disrupted by our ships. Those nukes are NOT to be found. But no EMP or other weapons used. I don't want to be seen as taking actual action against anyone. But don't let any of satellites find those nukes."

"With reports of defections and infighting in the Fyreheart government, Erik von Blatterschplitt, Imperator of Edolia has announced that all Fyreheart citizens will be screened before being allowed into the country. Edolian intelligence officials are on high alert."
Minister Scottford von Harrick
Minister of State

Serpintia Apartment Building

It had only been 4 hours since Agent Corrack had arrived in this country, and he was already working on his assignment. He was in an empty apartment room standing next to the open window and looking down at the busy streets below. His eyes scanned the people and the buildings that they went in and out of, carefully caculating in his mind how many people would witness the death of the Minister of Foriegn Affairs.

"32.", he said to himself, he turned around and walked to the two metallic suitcases that sat behind him.

He opened up the first suitcase and took out a tripod, he quickly set it ups and then opened the second suitcase. In the second suitcase lay a state of the art sniper rifle, custom made for Corrack in Rukemia. He set the sniper rifle up on the tripod and adjusted the scope. He pulled out a small folding chair from the first suitcase, set it up and took a seat in front of the tripod. He looked at his watch, 5 minutes until his assignment would be completed. In the meantime he looked at the building across from his, he looked from window to window as fast as he could to see if anyone was watching, it didn't matter if anyone was or not, he just liked to see if had an audience before he did his job.

There was no one watching this time though, most of the blinds were closed, and the people that were visibile weren't looking in his direction. He looked at his watch again, 1 minute left, he leaned into the tripod and gripped his finger around the trigger of the rifle. He moved the scope until it was directly on the doors of the military compound where the Minister of Foriegn Affairs was viewing the "scene of the crime". Less than 30 seconds left, the press started to swarm the doors of the compound, turning their cameras on and gearing their mics. 5 seconds left, the minister and his entourage burst through the doors of the compound and were swarmed by the press.

Corrack had a clear shot of the Minister, he took it, and with little more than a small whistle, the Minister's life was taken. His head literally exploded in all directions, spraying his entourage and the press in his blood, he fell down the steps of the building and lay still.

Corrack chuckled as the press backed off of the Minister, allowing for Corrack to see his dead body.

"Too easy," he said, "It's just too damn easy."

He quickly packed his things and left, he took the stairs down to the lobby and entered a black beamer that was waiting for him, his assignment was complete.

*300 km over Fyreheart*

The booster rocket fired once more on TANGO 56 - a 1 second burst to rotate the 300 kilogram craft around - pointing its delicate senors towards the troubled nation below.

TANGO was now linked to the other five satelites - and to ground stations on Sirik Island - relaying telemetry to Wolfish Space Command.

*Wolfish Space Command HQ*

"Sir - all the birds are now in place - finalizing grid pattern - we should be scanning within the hour."

"Very good." replied the Mission Controller.

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*Presidential Palace*

"Mr. President - we can't have you flying into a potentially hostile situation so you can visit your friend."

"God Dammit - this isn't some social call - we need eyes on the ground to help figure this one out," said a very angry President Todler.

"Sir - as the head of your security detail - I cannot allow you to go - the risk is too great. You have diplomates that can handle this. Use them."

The President didn't look up from his desk - his head cradled in his hands, "Okay - but I want more than our Ambassador on this one - I want Special Ops on the ground assessing the situation. No one can know - not even Hurst."

"Very good Mr. President - that's an order we can do."

Hurst sat at the table with Foder and his trusted aides, studying the latest reports.

We've assembled quite a force so far. Almost 1/4 of the armed forces we've contacted support us. We can't fail. Gods I'm glad we can do this. The only reason I didn't do this a long time ago is because Amethyst was still alive...

Hurst snapped back to reality and looked up at General Foder. "Okay Matthew, so now that Dyson is out of the picture, who is next?"

"Well, the Rukemians took out Contraz Jackson (Minister of Foreign Affairs) earlier today, so that's one less obstacle in our path. We still have some questions about others though. Michael Loskin (Minister of Health and Safety) and Jose Talbin (Dept. of Intelligence) for instance. Not to mention 3/4 of the Fyreheartian Intelligence Agency. The good news though, is that the 1st, 2nd, 3rd, 4th, and 6th divisions will support you. That's nearly half the military now. The 8th is undecided, and the others we haven’t risked contacting yet because of heavy international scrutiny for the missing nukes. People think we're dumbasses, HA!" Foder laughed with glee. "They have no idea what's about to happen."

Hurst smiled, and then looked at the aides. "I have a job for you guys. We've recently received an encrypted communication from Steel Butterfly saying they're jamming people who are scanning for the nukes. I need you two to get to the Paganian headquarters and tell the men to move the 10 megaton out of there as quickly as possible while we have this window open."

"Yes Sir. Orders on where to go?"

"The instructions will be sent on your way there. The men already know the rendezvous points."

The aides saluted and walked out.

Hurst looked at Foder. "So Loskin and Talbin are next?"

Foder nodded. "As far as I can see. They’d never agree."

"So be it. Transmit the names, descriptions, and locations to the Rukemians. Encrypt it Level 1, and scramble it with the agreed upon code."

"You got it, Nathan. Question. What the hell are we going to do about intelligence? We can't possibly kill them off one at a time. There's dozens of them. It would take months, months that we don't have."

Hurst frowned. "We may have to wait until we actually make our move for that one. We can't risk any kind of assault until we're in place to make our move, and we have to have more support before that can happen. There are too many people who would try and stop us, Matthew. And without the whole of our armed forces united, they'd win."

"That they would. We can't fight a civil and a foreign war at once, you're right."

"Transmit that to the Rukemians too, and see what ideas they may have." Hurst glanced over at the clock on the wall. "It's getting late Matthew. Feel like coffee?"

"Hell yeah. I'm beat."

Hurst stood up. "Well then, what are we waiting for?"

*Wolfish Space Command*

"Commander - can you take a look at this?" said the junior watch officer.

"What is it Gord?"

"Well - we're starting to get telemetry back from Fyreheart - and - well - its not accurate."

"What do you mean?"

"Look here Sir," Gord said, pointing at the huge electronic map. "The scan should pick up all radioactive material in the country - but its not. If you look here (points at map) there is a hospital - as you know - hospitals use tons of radioactive material in MRI machines, CAT scans and so on - but this hospital isn't showing up on our scans."

"Okay - what...why would that happen?"

"I've got no idea Sir...Unless..."

"What?"

"Sir - there are not many technologies that could block our scans - and that kind of technology is held only by other nations. If one of them were trying to block us..."

"Oh." replied the shocked commander. "That means there is a nation behind these missing weapons - not just some random terrorist group. Get me the President on the phone."

"Yes Sir."

Official Government Press Release

The nation of Ferrussia is striken with grief by the recent events in Fyreheart, and we offer our condolences in the death of Minister of Foreign Affairs, Contraz Jackson. Ferrussia and its people continue with open arms and hearts, and wish the best for the people of Fyreheart.

Ferrussia would like to help with the situation however possible, and the Fyreheartian government is being asked if they require any assistance. We would also like to coordinate with any other nations taking part in the search, such as Wolfish, and would appreciate if they would contact us and let us know how we could help.

Thank you.


TOP SECRET
Ferrussian Department of Intelligence - Kiev, Ferrussia

Pitor, a Senior Analyst, shuffled through yet more reports on the 6 now dubbed “nuke robberies.” They all said the same thing: someone had broken in, neutralized the guards, and found exactly how to get to the nukes, codes and everything. Frustrated as heck, he looked at one of the reports, which said a guard had been poised with such and such substance, and was out for a few hours after the break-in.

Wait, he thought to himself. How many hours?

It was 5. Shouldn’t it be 6? Must’ve just been a fluke. Maybe he had a strong system.

But as he looked through more of the reports – many civilian, as they hadn’t been granted government documents from Fyreheart yet – he noticed an increased pattern of things that didn’t add up. It was almost like they had done it-

Sergey walked over to his desk. “What’s up? Reading more reports?”

Piotr shrugged it off. “What do you think of this?” he asked, handing Sergey one of the reports. Several things were highlighted.

After reading over it, he replied, “Looks like an inside job. What’s this for?”

“The nuclear robberies,” responded Piotr. “But that report is for two of the robberies. In different places.”

“This happen for all of them?” asked Sergey. He was curious now.

“Yep. Same story, every time. It doesn’t add up.”

“Unless it was an inside job,” offered Sergey.

“Fyreheart stealing nukes from themselves? But these bases are in completely different commands! In order for them to execute all of them, several generals would have to be working together, or the order would have to come from-“

“Hurst,” finished Sergey. “So either Hurst has a coup on his hands, and doesn’t know it, or Fyreheart is up to some odd business. And if you think about it, what would a coup do with nukes? They’re not going to nuke their own cities, that wouldn’t make any sense. And generals don’t need to steal nukes from themselves for an open coup.”

“So what is Hurst up to?” asked Piotr.

Neither could think of anything.

The Old Ways HQ

The door swung open and in walked Agent Corrack, inside the small room were 7 more agents, all sitting down, one was on a laptop, five more were sitting and checking their rifles and another one was pacing the room. Corrack walked inside and set his two briefcases down on the large wooden table that was in the middle of the room. He looked around at his comrades and then turned around and took his coat and hat off, hanging them on the nearby coatrack in the corner of the room.

"What's wrong comrades? No hello? No how's it going Agent Corrack?", Corrack said sarcastically as he walked back to the table, pulled out a chair and took a seat.

His fellow agents looked up briefly and waved half-heartdly and grunted a few barily audible"hellos", just now recoginizing that he had entered the room.

"Sorry, Agent Corrack, we've all been on the edge recently if you know what I mean, successful assassinations aren't a walk in the park, you know. This is serious business we're talking about, if something were to go wrong and one of us was caught, everything would go right out the window.", said Agent Jones, one of the men pacing the room.

"Well, if it will calm your nerves a little, you'll be glad to hear that my assignment was fairly easy, they had no clue what hit them. I'm telling you Jones, it was so easy that it felt almost like I was in a video game."

Jones looked at Corrack, raised his eyebrow and continued to pace the room.

"Hey guys, looks like Hurst is ready for his next hit, which one of you lucky fellas is up next?", asked the Tech, the man at the laptop. On the screen was a small message from Hurst and a link to a 3D map of the area where the target would be located.

"That'd be me.", replied Agent Jones, "What's the name and location?"

"The name's Jose Talbin, he's head of the Deptartment of Intelligence, his location...heh...he'll be giving an outdoor briefing at 8:00 to the public concerning Contraz Jackon's assassination. Seems like the poor bastard would have somewhat of an idea he was being set-up, I mean an outdoor briefing to the public right after an assassination? He's asking for it. As for your location, well....seems to me that the best spot would be on the rooftop of the building a block away from your target, you should be able to get a decent shot from that area. You can get up there from the fire exit behind the building.", said Tech.

"May the gods be with me, wish me luck comrades, hopefully I'll be successful, the future of a nation lies in our hands.", he grabbed his things and left, he wore the same attire as Corrack, as well as a hat and sunglasses that hid his facial features. Outside a driver waited for him, he had already been told where to go and within 30 minutes Agent Jones was on a drugstore rooftop a block away from where the public briefing was going to be held. All his gear had been set up and now had his scope patiently aimed at the podium where Jose Talbin would be giving his briefing. He would be coming out of the Deptartment of Intelligence building and as soon as he did Jones planned to snipe him.

There was one minute left till 8:00...and out walked Jose from the Dept. building with Jones scope following him all the way to his podium. Jones lifted his finger around the trigger and...wait, who was the man standing next to Jose. Jones zoomed his scope in on the unknown man while Jose gave out information to the press. The man had a badge on the coat he wore...it said...minister of...Jones couldn't read the rest. "Fuck it.", Jones said to himself, "If he's got minister on his coat he's gotta be somebody."

Jones put the scope directly on Jose's heart and fired, he then turned the scope to the left so it was focused on the "minister", who was now standing there in shock, blam, direct hit.

"Whoever the hell he was, he's dead now!", Jones said to himself as he quickly packed his stuff and slid down the fire escape down into an alley. He walked out of the alley and into the same black beamer that was used as Corrack's getaway car and sped away back to The Old Ways HQ. Two birds with one stone, or two bullets, whatever.

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~Encrpyted Message~
TO: Fyreheartian Government
FROM: Rukemian High Council
SUBJECT: Gravship Plans.....

Although there was much debate on the subject of sharing our gravship plans with you, the High Council has voted 8-4, that such technology should be shared with a new valued ally such as your nation. The plans for all classes of our current gravships will be sent shortly after you have recieved this message. We would also like to send you a frigate class gravship so your technicians can get on the inside and see how things work and if they'd like to make any changes to our current models. Good luck with your progess and may your nation prosper.

Following his briefing from Wolfish Space Command, President Todler sent the following message to Hurst.

"General - please be advised that Wolfish attempts to scan Fyreheart territory for missing nuclear weapons has been unsuccessful. It is the believe of our experts that a technically advanced nation is interfering with our efforts.

It is our recommendation that you allow Wolfish Interceptor patrols over your territory to eliminate any jamming efforts.

We await your response."

Todler.

OOC: Very sorry to be late, but is this open to the M10? Seems to be a great RP opportunity.

Anyways, --Tag--. If the M10 is allowed to enter, I will enter a post.

bump?

OOC: Sorry for the delay. I'll get something posted a few hours from now.

Top Secret Communiqué

[Channel: Open - Transmitting]
[Encryption: Active - Polymorphic]

TO: Jose Talbin or Ranking Fyreheart Department of Intelligence Official
FROM: Unnamed allied Intelligence Service
SUBJECT: Warning

We have reason to believe that elements of your government are preparing to stage a coup. It appears they have strong support in the military and other areas of government. It also appears they have foriegn support.

We are working to contact officials in your military to illisate their support in defending against this coup.

[Encryption: Deactivated]
[Channel: Closed]

Okay, here's the deal. I am going to merge this RP with the other, more major one. If anyone has any objections to this, tell me and I'll try to woprk something out. It just seems to me that it would fit more, and I'm going to bring up the missing nukes soon anyways.

The Fyreheart/Ferrusian Conflict. (http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?t=102002&highlight=)

All OOC posts for the above thread go here. (http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?t=102999&highlight=)