NationStates Jolt Archive

"I'd like a large cafe mocha please. Thank you."

A bearded man in a leather jacket and backpack leaves the counter of the crowded Starbucks coffee house, finding a seat just as another customer is leaving. He sets his backpack down on the floor gingerly, picks up a newspaper, and begins reading. Sipping his coffee, he goes over in his head what he has been sent to do.

Finish my coffee, arm the device, give the signal, and leave. Simple. All these people will die today.

He reached into his backpack, and turned a key. A red LED inside blinked twice, and the bomb was ready.

The man swallowed his last mouthful of coffee, and crushed the styrofoam cup in his hand.

There has to be 50 people in here. Damn those capitalist pigs and their addictions. 25 pounds of semtex should cure their afflictions.

From the corner of the coffee shop, another bearded man gets up, and pushes people out of line to get to the counter.

There's my distraction, it's time to leave.

In the commotion, the man slipped out of the Starbucks unnoticed.

The police were called to drag the violent man out, and that's when the bomb exploded. Chairs and tables became flying missiles, tearing flesh and breaking bones. Passersby were peppered by flying fragments of glass, pulverized by the shockwave.

The scene was charred mess of broken glass, shattered tables, and bleeding victims. 45 people were killed that day, another 120 were injured.

wasn't me :twisted:

Secret ICC:

At the same time, Internal Intelligence Agent Karen Jones (or at least that's what her neighbors called her) sat at her desk in the Operations Division. The phone on her desk rang.

"Agent Jones," she said. Hopefully this is something good.

"Karen, this is David Harper. Something's happened. I need you to get your equipment and meet me in the ops room in 5 minutes."

"David, what is it....Dammit, he hung up." Probably just another excersize. Agent Jones grudgingly took her Browning Hi-Power 9mm pistol and its silencer, and a couple magazines from the locker behind her desk. She also grabbed her kevlar vest, just in case, and her handheld computer, putting both in a black duffel bag along with the pistol. I swear to God I'm so sick of these drills.

She walked to the operations room, typing in her passcode, and the door opened. Harper was seated at the head of the table.

"Sit down, Karen."

"What's going on?"

"The USO just bombed a Starbucks in Wazir."

"The USO; United Socialist Opposition? I thought they were dead."
OOC: If there is any USO in NS, this is purely coincidental.

"So did the rest of us. Apparently they had deeper roots than we expected."

"What do you want me to do?"

"I need you to infiltrate them and bring us back intelligence. Director Brown has ordered they be exterminated within 3 months. We're going to need your intel to detirmine how best to go about it."

"Covert or Overt infiltration?"

"However you want to do it. We just need information about when the next meeting is so we can blow it to hell."

"Okay," Karen said. "So I'm leaving now?"

"Yes, we have a van in the basement waiting for you. It will take you to Elton Heights, right outside of Wazir. From there you'll be on your own. I want reports every day. Exfiltration code is Dekland."

Karen left the room, and made her way to the motor pool in the basement. There was a black minivan waiting. She climbed inside, and it drove through the tunnels under the streets of Vangard, the capital of Dodekistan, to a secret exit a mile away. From there, it took her to Elton Heights, where she began her mission.

About 2 hours after she left Vangard, Karen's van stopped at the Wazir Transit Authority bus station in Elton Heights. The driver turned to her.

"This is where we part," the heavily built man, slightly balding man, said with a smirk. "Good luck, Agent Jones."

"Thanks buddy," she sniped back. I really wish people would stop ogling me. A woman in intelligence gathering isn't THAT big of a deal!

Karen exited the van through the sliding door, and sat down at the bus stop. She pulled out her handheld computer, and logged onto the IIA's intranet via secure satellite link. Staring into the screen, the computer performed a retinal scan on her left eye, simultaniously updating her location into the IIA database. The police state gives me my job, but it sure is a nusence sometimes. While she loathed the beaurocracy, she knew it kept her safe. As long as she kept her computer with her, the database kept track of her location, and took over the police cameras as she walks by, forcing them off of her. Even though they are in the same sector of government, the IIA doesn't trust the military police. Truthfully, they don't trust anyone else either. Except of course for the Black Mambas. They have to trust them; they do the dirty work for the IIA.

A city bus screeched to a stop in front of the bench where she was sitting, and she put away her computer, and climbed aboard.

All the usual city bus stereotypes applied. Blue collar workers coming from their homes in the suburbs to the factories just outside of town were the primary users of city transportation. That and derilict youngsters skipping school to buy crack, which in itself is a very dangerous thing because of the security cameras and police presense.

Damn, these people smell. She put her hand into her purse, with her finger on the trigger of her Browning, and dozed off. She was riding this bus until the end of the route. She needed to be in the center of the city, where she could start her infiltration into the USO.

((OOC: *applauds* :D

It's good to see a newbie with a good RPing ability. On a side note, I'd like to know what government you are, seeing as we'll send you aid and such if you're a true capitalist. I know the terrorist already classified you as such, but I'd like to know a bit more, seeing as he could be brainwashed with propaganda or some such thing.))

CorpSac intal wishes to send in one of our agents (OOC: my naitions slightly Fantasy based its a Vampire but it can be human if u want) Capitalist must help Capitalists and CorpSac Corporation dont like terrorests

((OOC: *applauds* :D

It's good to see a newbie with a good RPing ability. On a side note, I'd like to know what government you are, seeing as we'll send you aid and such if you're a true capitalist. I know the terrorist already classified you as such, but I'd like to know a bit more, seeing as he could be brainwashed with propaganda or some such thing.))

OOC: This information can be found here http://www.nationstates.net/forum/viewtopic.php?t=103583&highlight=

Thanks for the compliment. My roommate's been doing NS for a few months now, and I've learned from him.

ICC:
Dodekistan welcomes any help it can recieve from countries larger than it. Cooperation is critical in our effort to destroy the USO, and, in turn help loosen the grip communism is gaining in our world.

My Goverment is a Communist one, i belive Sovietism should spread. But nothing through Terroist attacks. In my country religon isnt outlawed, though frownd upon since Agnosticism and Atheism are the Chief ways of life. We being Socialists will Help you track down these men that Give socialists every where bad names!

General Misha Filitov

(OOC iam not a socialist in real life just fun to play one in this game)

My Goverment is a Communist one, i belive Sovietism should spread. But nothing through Terroist attacks. In my country religon isnt outlawed, though frownd upon since Agnosticism and Atheism are the Chief ways of life. We being Socialists will Help you track down these men that Give socialists every where bad names!

General Misha Filitov



We thank you, General, and welcome support from nations throughout the political spectrum (except anarchists of course, because their lack of political structure makes it impossible for them to coordinate ANYTHING!).

"Ok Ryan, the DNN building is two blocks east of here. Go there, drop the bag, and go to the safehouse. We'll get you in 12 hours," a man, in his late 20's said pulling up to the curb. A younger man was next to him, with a backpack on his lap. He nodded, and opened the door of the SUV he was riding in. Reassuring himself, he pulled the bag over his shoulder, and put his hands in the pockets of his jacket.

Ryanwalked the two blocks, eventually reaching a gigantic office tower with the letters "DNN" painted all over it. Damn these capitalist monoliths

He entered the building, searching for the mail chute. He found it. Next to the security guard station, of course. Damn! This is going to be tricky. He slowly walked up to the chute with the backpack.

"Excuse me son, can I help you," the security guard asked. Shit.

"Hablo no ingles, senor," he said, in his best spanish accent. The guard shook his head.

"Damn foreigners. I would have thought our government would have gotten rid of them by now." He walked back to his desk, and the man walked to the restroom. He walked up to the mirror, and starred into it.

I need to figure out a distraction. I can't get near that thing with those guards there. He looked around the room; all of the walls, floor, and ceiling. He saw a smoke detector. That's it! I'll set off the fire alarm! He pulled out a cigarette, lit it, inhaled, and blew the smoke into the detector. Immedietly, an ear-shattering screech pulsated throughout the floor. He could hear the sound of people running for the door. Now is my chance. Let's go. He threw the cigarette into the urinal, and walked calmly out of the bathroom. The securiy guards were out of their station directing people outside, so Ryan walked to the mail drop chute, and placed the bag in it, and watched it fall. He snickered menacingly as he was directed out of the building by the security guard.

OOC: This is open, and as long as you can RP yourself into the scenario, I'd be happy to work with any of you. This thread is mainly to show off the cababilities of my intelligence services, but again, the more the merrier!

Isha (young round 17 yrs old, short black hair with 2 white strands donw the side of her blue eyes, vry gd looking tho vry pale.) walk off the plane, she looked round she was told she would be meeting someone from the Dodekistan Intal, she handed her passport to the guard.
noone was around it was apart from the normal people who came in and out of the airport.
she didnt know what to do, so she did the one thing she could wait, she didnt know who to look, so took a seat in the bar.
"what u want" sead the barmen
"jd & coke" she replyed
she payed for her drink and drank it, she had order 6 more befor someone came over to her,
"you isha?" the man asked
"depends on whos asking!" she replyed
the guy flashed a badge in her face "im here to take u to HQ" he sead
"at fu**ing last" she replyed tho she was drunk "so what am i to do?" she asked
"u will get brifed when we get back" the guy sead not even looking at her.

OOC: Could you guys try to keep the grammer good? I could barely read the last post. Please!!! Keep your grammer skills up. I know everyone posting here must have gone to scholl at some point. I'm going to work myself in as soon as your agent reaches the headquarters.

In the DNN mailroom...

The backpack hit the lump of packages with a commanding thud.

"Dammit! When will those bastards upstairs learn to put things in boxes? Hey Roy, get me a medium box," the worker said. "Let's just see what they want to mail today shall we." He unzipped the bag, and a videotape fell out. It was marked, "SEND TO NEWSROOM."

"What have ya got there Jim?"

"Looks like another one of those porn tapes. Should I send it up there?"

"Yeah, maybe they'll accidentally play it on the air." The two snickered.

DNN newsroom...

"Mail sir."

"Thank you. What's this, a videotape. This had better not be another porn movie." He placed the tape in the VCR and played it.

"Hello. My name is Michael Melrose, and I am the new leader of the United Socialist Opposition. You have seen a demonstration of our resolve in the Starbucks bombing. You will see many more such acts if your government does not submit to our demands. We demand that the USO be wired $20,000,000 and that its former leader, General Wallace Graham, be released from prison within 24 hours. That is all."

"Oh Jesus. Better send this to the IIA."

10 minutes later, DNN headquarters.

Two IIA agents enter the building, setting off the metal detectors as they pass through them. They walk up to the guard station.

"Show me your survaillance camera footage for the past three hours. I want to see the one pointed at the mail chute. Fast forward it. Wait stop stop, go back."

"That's our man." The camera showed a man with a backpack walking out of the bathroom and placing a backpack in the chute, then blending in with the crowd exiting the building because of the fire alarm. The agent pushed the guard aside and placed his handheld computer on the desk. Tapping the keyboard of the security guards computer, he sent, via wireless internet, the picture of the man to his computer.

"Alright, thats all. Thank you." The two walked out of the building, and entered a black suburban. The agent with the handheld computer tapped the screen with the stylus over the mans face. A window came up that took away all of the background, and enhanced the image of the face. He tapped "send to IIA database," and he was done.

Inside the database, there was a list of the pictures of every citizen of Dodekistan, and every person who entered the country. Almost immedietly, a match was established. The computer queued every camera in the country to look for the person with that face.

The database, also known as The System by IIA insiders, began reviewing survaillance tape from the previous 12 hours, searching for the face. This kind of search took the longest, but once complete could help to locate even the best undercover agents.

1 hour later...

Karen's cell phone rang.

"Yes?"

"We need you to look for a man named Ryan Kingston. He is connected with USO. I'm uploading his picture to your computer now. We have the System looking for him now, and we'll update you when we find him."

"Okay...thank yo...Dammit will you quit hanging up on me!"

She pulled out her computer, and looked closely at the picture that was sent to her. Hello Ryan.

Same time; IIA headquarters....

"Will you quit pushing me around," complained Isha as she was being led to the operations room of IIA.

"Sit down." She uncharecteristically obeyed.

"Isha, do you know why you were sent here?"

"No."

"Good. We're going to keep it that way for the time being. So we're going to keep you here for a while. We have one of our undercover agents in the field right now, and she will soon need your help."

"Wonderful, another sidekick role."

"Watch it young lady. You know, the legal drinking age in Dodekistan is 18, and you are clearly not 18. We could keep you here in handcuffs if we wanted. So pipe down. Here's a rubix cube, have fun." The agent left the room, and Isha heard the door lock behind him.

OOC: Don't worry. I know exactly what I'm going to have your agent do. Just haven't quite gotten there yet! 8) Oh, and please take the grammar thing into consideration. :shock: