NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC: I'm not sure how this would be an RP, but if you somehow want to fit a charactor in...maybe a terrorist or one of Inner Haven's men? Anyway, here we are:
IC:
*5121 9 Mile, Detroit, Micigan*
*7:00 PM*
Jerry stood with the four other TC reps (none in high positions, in case it was a trap) and waited. There were two more vans of TC personell waiting outside to help get him out in the case that something went wrong, or to fight off police officers.

He looked around the warehouse once more. Three of his men were playing cards, a fourth watching the door. Frankly, Jerry just wanted to get the meeting over with, he didn't like doing this.

As he leaned back against an empty crate, Jerry went over the plan in his mind again. Inner Haven would give Jerry and his crew a number of weapons, which would be loaded into the empty crates. They would be shipped by 18-wheeler to some Detroit docks, from which they would be shiped (via freightor) to a location Jerry didn't know about. From there he guessed they would be unloaded and used in the cause.

But, in case he was cought, Jerry had been told nothing but which dock to put the stuff at and when. So, he waited, hoping to get this over with so he could return to the TC safe house he ran.

OOC: (Why does everyone keep spelling my name wrong? :? - Dude, its Inner Heaven)

Two snipers lay concealed in a prone position on a warehouse roof, one training his PSG-1 on the men, the other with a pair of binoculars in his hand, observing the TC team.

"Sir, they are here..." The Operative holding the binoculars said over his radio.

Minutes later a black open top jeep pulled up to the men in the warehouse courtyard, as the jeep slowed the man in the passenger seat promptly jumped off, letting the vehicle pass him a bit.

"Sorry guys. You can call me Tyler, I work on behalf of Inner Heaven. We didn't know what time you'd be coming to see us so sorry if you received any delay, our schedules pretty tight so a lot of our men are working on shipments - We have the weapons you asked for, you'll need a truck to haul'em out into the boat though, everything’s provided except the man power to move it"

A small crate was brought out into to the yard by a single man, placing it down the man took a crowbar to it, unpinning the nails that held the wooden crate shut, opening it revealed a small array of weapons

Tyler lent down and grabbed the M16 and AK-47 from the crate, lifting one in each hand he placed the shaft of the rifles onto his shoulders, making the nozzles of the rifles form a small X behind his head as he struck a small pose.

"I'm pretty sure people of your background know what these are, we repackaged them to have a few extra...You'll find that out later. We have two larger crates, each holding 1000 AK-47s and 1000 M16s - One clip in each...you want more ammunition, that's gotta come out of your own pocket."

"Any questions?..." He continued...

Jerry smiled. He couldn't beleive they would get that much. "No questions at all." Even as he said it, he heard the 18-wheeler pull around the warehouse, ready to have the stuff loaded into it. "We'll easily get the ammo. Again, thank you."

Three of his men started walking towards the crate to look at all the guns, and the fourth started directing the truck in. The white van with six of his men was still stopped over to the right, and the SUV with another 4 men was parked on the other side of the street in an alleyway.

Jerry himself walked forward, and looked in the crate. Sure enough, it was full of AK's and M16's. This would help the cause greatly. Turning, he handed a card to the man. "This is the position of one of our safehouses here in Detroit. If you ever need anything, or want to donate more, simply contact the men there. They'll be able to let command know of any wishes or requests."

As he watched, the back of the 18 wheeler opened, and a forklift drove out slowly.

2000 Assault rifles...he could barely believe how good it would do the organization. All in one hour with only around 15 men (not including the freightor crew). It was something that didn't happen very often.

"Is there anything you, or your country, need?"

"We need nothing from you, that's all I was told. Command has very specific orders, I do not question them as it is not my duty" Tylor replied. Taking the card, he gave a small, half smile.

"Its been a plesure doing business with you, maybe well contact you in the future, if command wish it so. I'll leave you be now, since me and my men have work to do" He said.

Jerry nodded. "Thanks again." As he watched, the man drove away. Turning around, Jerry walked over to the truck, which now had the two crates and the forklift in it.

As the driver closed the large door, Jerry gave him a peice of paper. "That's the dock and ship name. The van and SUV will give you escort untill the stuff is on the ship. Remember, once it's loaded on, drive away normaly, and re-enter your cover. DO NOT try to contact command, they'll contact you."

The driver nodded, and within minutes, the 18 wheeler, SUV, and van had driven off. Then, he and his small crew took their respective vehicles and either drove to the airport, or to their cover home.

*tag*

*3 Days Later*
*Terrorist Cell Main Base*
As the weapons were unloaded, Nancy McKnight smiled. She was the current Head of Terrorist Cells, and was one a few people allowed to get the names, cover stories, and positions of any member of the organization. She mainly needed this so that she could ship the groups few explosives and weapons to those terrorists before an attack.

But with these 2000 weapons, plus the 1000 received from other nations, that wouldn't be necesary. Now, almost every cell could have weapons and explosives.

Best of all, they ahd just also gotten a large number of chemical weapons from *name classified*, as well as a large number of explosives and funding from other nations. Which meant, pretty much, that they now had everything they needed to truly go after the targets they wanted to destroy.

An aid suddenly taped her on her shoulder, and she turned around. "Yes?" Nancy asked.

"We're passing out the guns to our men currently...but we still need to establish cells. Right now, we don't have any cells anywhere!." The man, Zack Rendal, was second in charge of the organization. "But the Joccia op seems to be going fine."

"Well, make sure it goes fine. And I know we need to start establishing cells elsewhere. Look, were just off the ground, it's going to be awhile before we can start furthuring the cause all over the world. Just be patient."

"Yes mam." Zack replied. He personally thought they should simply rise up and take over the nation they were currently in, but even he realized they would be pushed back easily. Even with the news weapons.

For a long period of time, some say too much, the DSRO was inactive.
Tommas Scott, still the first commander of the organization, has left Knootoss some time ago, and got to a place where he was needed, in the Kelares-Islands.
Thanks to the geography of the islands, it was easy to build camps, warehouses, and literally underground laboratories for Explosives and even chemical products, not to mention the rifles and machine-guns.
Nobody knew the DSRO has enough war-materials to equip a whole army - tons over tons of high quality explosives, hundreds of easy-to-activate chemical bombs, hundreds of short-range rockets, and millions of assault rifles. All of this manufactured by a network of underground 'sewing-machines', and stored under the ground of the camps, deep inside caves in the mountains, and in secret warehouses.
But the DSRO doesn't need all of this. The DSRO can handle much less.
There was a reason why the so-called 'sewing-machines' kept working. someone needed the 'equipment'.

DSRO port, the Kelares-Islands, South East Asia.

"Load it... Carefully!" A short uniformed guy shouted at the two DSRO members loading the crate, full of magazines for AK-47.
It was the last crate loaded on the new large DSRO tanker ship.
"And remember to tell them where to leave that thing" he added.
The ship left the port, and sailed eastward.
A minute later, the guy called his intermediary. "Once the ship gets to their dock, they'll meet you. Just be yourself, and tell them we're willing to supply them whatever they'll need in the future."

Jerry couldn't believe it. Five times in the last two weeks he had been ordered to this same warehouse. Again and again to pick up weapons. He hadn't thought this weapons post would be pernament...but hey, if it did, he'd be happy. Not only did he have 20 men under his command, but the chances of being cought were slim to none.

OOC: Same setup as last time...an 18 wheeler a block away with a forklift inside, SUV and Van waiting nearby, six men inside the warehouse, and four men with the 18 wheeler. All in all, 20 men. Just to make this clear, I don't recognize any nations claim to the detroit area...I am rping it as Detroit of the United States, the nation, not someone else's country.