NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC: My prime minister, Edward Choi, has recently become fairly unpopular with key players in the South Dalanian government due to international issues (support for Dra-pol, slow troop deployment in Western Navascuez, etc) so certain elements have seen to eliminate him.

Anyone interested in RP'ing an assassin (limit of 3-5) should jump in and post...although anyone who wants to RP after that point is going to have to settle for either sitting out and watching or RPing civillians.

This is for serious RPers, since the shooting will not take place for awhile...the attack must first be carefully planned out. If anyone has seen the movie JFK, the RP will move something like that.

The first post...

IC:

"I pledge South Dalania to a future of peaceful relations with Dra-pol..."

"Goddammit!" snapped the man, as he tossed the burnt stubble of his cigarette at the cheap television. "Who does this guy think he is!? Aligning us with those damn commies up north!?"

The second man, lounging on a couch in the cheap motel room spoke up, "That Choi is getting to be a real jackass. His policies...his foreign interests...he's selling us out!"

"You're damn right!" shouted the first man as he placed the tan fliter of a new cigarette between his lips. "Someone ought to shoot that traitorous SOB in the head and get it over with."

There was a knock at the door. The first man looked up cautiously, reaching for the curved handgrip of snub-nose S&W revolver tucked into the waistband of his pants as the second man opened the door to reveal a tall figure in a black trenchcoat.

"Oh...its you," breathed the first man. "I thought it was someone else."

"You have new orders," said the man in a flat voice. "Command wants the prime minister out. Soon."

The second man laughed. "What do you mean out? You can't be ser---"

"Command wants him dead."

the figure steped forward into the room to understand the importance of the situation, the prime minister? Edward Choi? could it be done? the figure hoped to retarer soon, afther 8 years in this game he had lived a long while and so decidid to go out with a bang

"the fee will be 2,000,000 payable in cid marks" the figure said working out how it would be done

(Oh damn!/tag)

Oh my!It is Rodrego King Sancho's Champion!

"The prime minister is obviously deranged to even consider aligning us with the Dra-pol government. Has he forgotten the lessons of 1953?" muttered a shadowy figure wearing the uniform of a South Dalanian general. "He's selling out our future to appease the leaders of other nations."

"That's why we have to take action," spoke another dark figure. "The prime minister will have to be gotten rid of soon. Director Hyung...do you have any ideas?"

A man dressed in an expensive suit stepped into the light. "An assassination. As of tonight, a plan has been set in motion....the prime minister is not going to live past the gala event at the Civic Center."

A chilly silence filled the room.

"I guarantee you that."

-Prime minister's residence, South Dalania

"Like I said, the ball will be marvelous," smiled the beautiful young Asian woman as she held the handset of the old Bakelite rotary phone to her ear. "Edward usually hates these things...but I finally convinced him to go..."

Upstairs, the young prime minister sat in his recliner, his head in his hands. Something had been bothering him the past week, something he couldn't put his finger on. He'd been confused...waking up in cold sweats in the middle of the night. He felt lost for the first time in his life.

True, at twenty-nine he was the youngest and most dynamic prime minister that had ever been elected to serve the post and yes, he hadn't yet learned the insider politics that dominated South Dalania's government...but this was beyond him.

Somehow...he felt he shouldn't be going to this event.