30-03-2004, 06:32
The truck squealed its tires as it rounded the corners of Eguyro's streets. It came to a stop near the Capitol building where the Zwazan Interim Government held their political conferences. Vincent exhaled his last pull from his cigarette as he flicked the butt out the window. He attentively looked around to see where security was tight.
"Vince, looks like the security detail is light today," claims the man sitting in the passenger seat.
They both were dressed in dark grey full-body uniforms. Vincent pulled another cigarette out from his chest pocket as he searched for the lighter.
"Hey man, you aren't going to crap out on me. Are ya?" asks the passenger. Vincent takes a pull from his fresh cigarette before he replies with, "No. I can still do it Wez."
They are waved on by the security detail and they proceed past the gate towards the Capitol. Vincent drove the truck, marked with "Eguyro Agriculture Dist" on it, to the service entrance of the building. He backed it up to the entrance where several workers were waiting to unload the "crops." The back of the truck slide up to reveal five men with AK-47s. They jumped out and forced the employees inside. Vincent shut off the truck and got out with Wez. They went to the back of the truck and took their AKs and Wez took hold of a large duffel bag.
"This should give them the willies. Bloody wankers!" Wez snaps as he kicks one of the government employees in the ribs. The service entrance is closed behind them and the other terrorists force the workers to follow them towards the conference room. Cameras all over the complex pick up on the activity. Security is alerted and 7 guards make their way down the halls to block off the terrorists. They round a corner and meet a messy end when several AK-47s are pointed in their direction and set off by itchy trigger-fingers.
"F--- heads! Come on Vince, lets get in that conference room," Wez shouts and they pick up the pace.
A security officer was trying to escort the council members out of the conference room, but one of the terrorists laid him out with a burst of fire from his assault rifle. The workers, and the council members were forced back into the room. Another security guard got the drop on them as he fired his Browning 9mm. Two of the terrorists fell in the fire, and Wez ended up taking two shells in his left arm. He hits the wall, and swings himself around the corner to avoid anymore hits.
"Mother F-----! He got me, the sonuva B----! Gun his ass down!" Wez shouts as he holds his bleeding arm.
Vincent levels off his AK-47 and squeezes the trigger. He watches his rounds pierce the guard; blood splattering on the pale yellow walls. Wez drops his AK and drags the bag with his one good arm. They close off the doors to the Conference room once inside. They check themselves and their victims to be. Wez and 2 others were injured. Vince and the 3 other terrorists were just fine. There was 4 workers from the supply entrance, and 3 council members.
"Where are the other f------ six?!" Wez screams his head off.
Not even the council leader was in the room. Vincent closed his eyes as he heard the alarms blaring outside. He began to reach into his pocket for another cigarette.
"Vince, looks like the security detail is light today," claims the man sitting in the passenger seat.
They both were dressed in dark grey full-body uniforms. Vincent pulled another cigarette out from his chest pocket as he searched for the lighter.
"Hey man, you aren't going to crap out on me. Are ya?" asks the passenger. Vincent takes a pull from his fresh cigarette before he replies with, "No. I can still do it Wez."
They are waved on by the security detail and they proceed past the gate towards the Capitol. Vincent drove the truck, marked with "Eguyro Agriculture Dist" on it, to the service entrance of the building. He backed it up to the entrance where several workers were waiting to unload the "crops." The back of the truck slide up to reveal five men with AK-47s. They jumped out and forced the employees inside. Vincent shut off the truck and got out with Wez. They went to the back of the truck and took their AKs and Wez took hold of a large duffel bag.
"This should give them the willies. Bloody wankers!" Wez snaps as he kicks one of the government employees in the ribs. The service entrance is closed behind them and the other terrorists force the workers to follow them towards the conference room. Cameras all over the complex pick up on the activity. Security is alerted and 7 guards make their way down the halls to block off the terrorists. They round a corner and meet a messy end when several AK-47s are pointed in their direction and set off by itchy trigger-fingers.
"F--- heads! Come on Vince, lets get in that conference room," Wez shouts and they pick up the pace.
A security officer was trying to escort the council members out of the conference room, but one of the terrorists laid him out with a burst of fire from his assault rifle. The workers, and the council members were forced back into the room. Another security guard got the drop on them as he fired his Browning 9mm. Two of the terrorists fell in the fire, and Wez ended up taking two shells in his left arm. He hits the wall, and swings himself around the corner to avoid anymore hits.
"Mother F-----! He got me, the sonuva B----! Gun his ass down!" Wez shouts as he holds his bleeding arm.
Vincent levels off his AK-47 and squeezes the trigger. He watches his rounds pierce the guard; blood splattering on the pale yellow walls. Wez drops his AK and drags the bag with his one good arm. They close off the doors to the Conference room once inside. They check themselves and their victims to be. Wez and 2 others were injured. Vince and the 3 other terrorists were just fine. There was 4 workers from the supply entrance, and 3 council members.
"Where are the other f------ six?!" Wez screams his head off.
Not even the council leader was in the room. Vincent closed his eyes as he heard the alarms blaring outside. He began to reach into his pocket for another cigarette.