NationStates Jolt Archive

Location - Pacific Ocean - IH Outpost.

Cassius, sat back in his office chair relaxing as he embracing the heat with a glass of iced malibu. Outside a small contingent of terror Ops trained in hand to hand combat. Finishing his rum, he continued to fill out the forms that were supposed going to be delivered at the base.

Location - Pacific Ocean - IH Outpost.

Cassius, sat back in his office chair relaxing as he embracing the heat with a glass of iced malibu. Outside a small contingent of terror Ops trained in hand to hand combat. Finishing his rum, he continued to fill out the forms that were supposed going to be delivered at the base.

What the hell is iced malibu?

Meanwhile many miles away in a small fishing village in Dyelli Beybi a column of military vehicles had met a road block. An officer in a high peaked cap and field grey uniform stepped out of the leading vehicle, "What's this all about?" he demanded of the guards at the checkpoint. These men were unlike the military counterparts in the column who were wearing a motley collection of field grey and sand, these men were all neatly dressed in black with NSWP arm bands.

Meanwhile many miles away in a small fishing village in Dyelli Beybi a column of military vehicles had met a road block. An officer in a high peaked cap and field grey uniform stepped out of the leading vehicle, "What's this all about?" he demanded of the guards at the checkpoint. These men were unlike the military counterparts in the column who were wearing a motley collection of field grey and sand, these men were all neatly dressed in black with NSWP arm bands.

One man however was dressed differently, he was wearing propper military uniform, but the piping on it was blue, marking him as a member of the Cheka, "Calm yourself, Hauptmann." he said with a wide smile, "You have passed the test."

The Officer gave him a puzzle look, "What test?"

The Cheka Officer blinked in surprise, "You didn't think that was an actual nuclear warhead you were carrying did you?"

The Officer continued to look confused for a few moments before he responded, "That's a fake?"

The Cheka Officer nodded, "We were testing to see whether you could be trusted to handle the real ones, and you have acted superbly. Now, would you be so kind as to get it lifted off the truck? We're going to replace them with supplies for Omega Base, which you will be returning to."

The Officer was still looking a little confused, "Do you have orders?"

Immediately he was handed them, he briefly scanned through them, everything seemed to be in order, but something wasn't quite right, he had no proof, but his instincts told him something sinister was going on. He was however a cautious man and knew that one sure way to shorten his career was to argue with the Cheka. So without protest he signed the orders and complied.

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As the Column pulled away the Cheka agent surveyed his catch and smiled to himself, one or two of his men grinned back, everything had gone like clockwork. With any luck the rest of Cheka 109 was doing it's job at Omega base. The last thing they needed was the Klatchian Parliament, or worse still, the United Emirates knowing how Dyelli Beybi had chosen to dismantle it's nuclear program.

"Well." he said, clapping his hand's together, "Let's get this toy on the boat, radio in to our contact that we've got the goods inbound."

He glanced down at the 'toy'. In the sand on the edge of the road sat a 350 kiloton fission device. Later that day it was loaded onto a Fleet Escort Vessel, the "D.B.P.S. Crocodile" which began it's journey to the Pacific.

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Meanwhile at Omega base the military authorities had suddenly seen the need to restructure the hierachy and Information Departments. Soldiers were moved to other bases while new faces were moved in. The Chaos lasted all of a week, during which nobody noticed that some files from the computer detailing the dismantlement of the nuclear arsenal had been deleted.