Muslim Militants
14-05-2004, 03:18
It was a balmy day in Rhodes City, the capital of Fascist White States (I think? Sorry if I'm wrong) and the Islamic militants, who were white and from other nations in the NS world, but were recruited after they converted to Islam and grew angry with many governments around the world. They would not stick out in the FWS, not at all, and would blend in. They had been in FWS for a few months now, each arriving at random times over a one month period and they came through four or five other nations on a supposed world tour and now visiting friends in the FWS.
The fifteen men and six recruits were to stick to a precise schedule of events, timed to the second to ensure massive upheaval in the FWS. The day's events would begin now...
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Muhammad Al-Arakhda, known by the alias 'Oliver Henry', had been working at an office suite just a few blocks from the capital grounds of the FWS government. It was about 12:15 PM and he had an hour for lunch break... He opened up the large cabinet near his desk and pulled out a large bag... He had always carried this bag and it was common in the office, many people had asked what he carried in it, he showed them. Normally inside were papers, a laptop, some folders, and assorted things. He had too many things to carry for just a briefcase and opted for the larger gym-type bag. But today was different, inside he carried a single torn down/stripped UR Hectate II sniper rifle and twenty rounds with a single Beretta M9 pistol and two extra magazines. He shoved the pistol in his belt after loading a clip, sliding on a silencer and pulling back the slide, loading a shell into the chamber. He quickly assembled the UR Hectate II and loaded five rounds into its magazine. He popped the bolt up and back, loading the .50 caliber round into the chamber... He locked it in place and crept to the door, he slung the rifle and pulled out a pistol, opened the door and slid the pistol out. The sights lined up right on the back of a man walking down the hall, a light muffled noise was heard and he collapsed to the floor... This floor had only two offices on it, his and "Olvier's" and no one would come up until three, which gave him plenty of time to complete his mission... He headed into a closet-like opening and up the stairs, this was the top floor and above was the roof of the fairly tall building. He reached the top and found the door locked. He rummaged around in his pocket and produced the key, stolen from a janitor's left-open room. He opened the door and crept across the ceiling to the edge... He lied down and propped himself up, bringing the UR Hectate II up to his shoulder, he opened the bipod and rested it on the ledge. He fiddled with the sights a bit until it was clear and focused... He moved around trying to find his target. It flashed across the scope and he stopped, gently moving back until the crosshairs met FWS's President Hendrick (?) Rhode's face... He adjusted the scope a bit more and zoomed in... The pinnacle of the crosshairs met the president's nose... He moved the twin chevrons down to just under the clavicle, at the base of the neck and mid area of the chest... He flipped off the safety just as the President moves his hands as he continued his speech about withdrawing FWS forces from all foreign nations. "Oliver" sucked up his gut and stilled his arms... The chevrons stayed in their position until he pulled the trigger, the barrel of the weapon flying a few inches up and it took him a second to re-stabilize the weapon. He got it back in time to watch the president stumble back, his chest encaved and blood running everywhere. He fired off a final shot, one that hit his upper right shoulder area, nearly blowing off his arm... Oliver was done... And he shot himself in the head with the Beretta after detonating nearly eight-hundred pounds of explosives, in his car and in his office, nearly collapsing a small portion of the building. The explosion from the car killed a few passers-by but only served to create a bit of confusion.
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The rest of the men had been smuggling in explosives aboard friendly trade ships from neutral nations but had Muslim Militant recruits on board. Finally they had had enough explosives to complete their job. As the two small explosions were heard, they began their deadly work.
Two of the men hopped in their pickup with a topper and headed down the main street of Rhodes City. As a few police cruisers passed by, they calmly switches lanes and then slammed their pickup through the wall at one of the police stations, their explosives igniting and ripping the building apart.
Another two man squad drove their aging car down the street towards the office building with police and special forces surrounding it. As a police officer redirected them by flagging his arms as he stood in front, they floored it, running him over and slamming their car into the rear end of a police van. They detonated the eight hundred pounds of explosives in their car and blew up the police van and anything within a hundred yards, most certainly killing a few police.
The second to last two man team piloted their fairly new luxury car down the street and towards the capital building of FWS. As they neared the turn that most cars, except those that were allowed onto the grounds, were supposed to make, they floored it, crashing through the gates as a hail of gunfire splattered the car. They tore through the well-maintained lawns to the area of the building that held legislative offices, they crashed through the wall and into a lobby-type area where they detonated their onboard explosives, causing 1200 pounds of explosives to completely destroy the lobby and any rooms around ita s well as demolishing the structure.
The last team sat in their large van, a massive moon roof was open in the rear and they had assembled two 81mm mortars inside. They were aimed at one of the FWS air bases in the area and the two men continually loaded and fired the mortars, raining some sixty or eighty mortars onto the base, more specifically near the hangars and aircraft storage. A few shots were fired at a police station nearby. They continued until they ran out of shells at which they turned around and rammed the security gate, detonating the four hundred pounds of explosives they had onboard, killing the guard (s) and destroying the vehicle.
OOC- Sorry that was made in a bit of haste so there may be some errors, I had planned on doing more, but that has been scratched due to RL events and the fact I'm terribly busy.
The fifteen men and six recruits were to stick to a precise schedule of events, timed to the second to ensure massive upheaval in the FWS. The day's events would begin now...
-
Muhammad Al-Arakhda, known by the alias 'Oliver Henry', had been working at an office suite just a few blocks from the capital grounds of the FWS government. It was about 12:15 PM and he had an hour for lunch break... He opened up the large cabinet near his desk and pulled out a large bag... He had always carried this bag and it was common in the office, many people had asked what he carried in it, he showed them. Normally inside were papers, a laptop, some folders, and assorted things. He had too many things to carry for just a briefcase and opted for the larger gym-type bag. But today was different, inside he carried a single torn down/stripped UR Hectate II sniper rifle and twenty rounds with a single Beretta M9 pistol and two extra magazines. He shoved the pistol in his belt after loading a clip, sliding on a silencer and pulling back the slide, loading a shell into the chamber. He quickly assembled the UR Hectate II and loaded five rounds into its magazine. He popped the bolt up and back, loading the .50 caliber round into the chamber... He locked it in place and crept to the door, he slung the rifle and pulled out a pistol, opened the door and slid the pistol out. The sights lined up right on the back of a man walking down the hall, a light muffled noise was heard and he collapsed to the floor... This floor had only two offices on it, his and "Olvier's" and no one would come up until three, which gave him plenty of time to complete his mission... He headed into a closet-like opening and up the stairs, this was the top floor and above was the roof of the fairly tall building. He reached the top and found the door locked. He rummaged around in his pocket and produced the key, stolen from a janitor's left-open room. He opened the door and crept across the ceiling to the edge... He lied down and propped himself up, bringing the UR Hectate II up to his shoulder, he opened the bipod and rested it on the ledge. He fiddled with the sights a bit until it was clear and focused... He moved around trying to find his target. It flashed across the scope and he stopped, gently moving back until the crosshairs met FWS's President Hendrick (?) Rhode's face... He adjusted the scope a bit more and zoomed in... The pinnacle of the crosshairs met the president's nose... He moved the twin chevrons down to just under the clavicle, at the base of the neck and mid area of the chest... He flipped off the safety just as the President moves his hands as he continued his speech about withdrawing FWS forces from all foreign nations. "Oliver" sucked up his gut and stilled his arms... The chevrons stayed in their position until he pulled the trigger, the barrel of the weapon flying a few inches up and it took him a second to re-stabilize the weapon. He got it back in time to watch the president stumble back, his chest encaved and blood running everywhere. He fired off a final shot, one that hit his upper right shoulder area, nearly blowing off his arm... Oliver was done... And he shot himself in the head with the Beretta after detonating nearly eight-hundred pounds of explosives, in his car and in his office, nearly collapsing a small portion of the building. The explosion from the car killed a few passers-by but only served to create a bit of confusion.
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The rest of the men had been smuggling in explosives aboard friendly trade ships from neutral nations but had Muslim Militant recruits on board. Finally they had had enough explosives to complete their job. As the two small explosions were heard, they began their deadly work.
Two of the men hopped in their pickup with a topper and headed down the main street of Rhodes City. As a few police cruisers passed by, they calmly switches lanes and then slammed their pickup through the wall at one of the police stations, their explosives igniting and ripping the building apart.
Another two man squad drove their aging car down the street towards the office building with police and special forces surrounding it. As a police officer redirected them by flagging his arms as he stood in front, they floored it, running him over and slamming their car into the rear end of a police van. They detonated the eight hundred pounds of explosives in their car and blew up the police van and anything within a hundred yards, most certainly killing a few police.
The second to last two man team piloted their fairly new luxury car down the street and towards the capital building of FWS. As they neared the turn that most cars, except those that were allowed onto the grounds, were supposed to make, they floored it, crashing through the gates as a hail of gunfire splattered the car. They tore through the well-maintained lawns to the area of the building that held legislative offices, they crashed through the wall and into a lobby-type area where they detonated their onboard explosives, causing 1200 pounds of explosives to completely destroy the lobby and any rooms around ita s well as demolishing the structure.
The last team sat in their large van, a massive moon roof was open in the rear and they had assembled two 81mm mortars inside. They were aimed at one of the FWS air bases in the area and the two men continually loaded and fired the mortars, raining some sixty or eighty mortars onto the base, more specifically near the hangars and aircraft storage. A few shots were fired at a police station nearby. They continued until they ran out of shells at which they turned around and rammed the security gate, detonating the four hundred pounds of explosives they had onboard, killing the guard (s) and destroying the vehicle.
OOC- Sorry that was made in a bit of haste so there may be some errors, I had planned on doing more, but that has been scratched due to RL events and the fact I'm terribly busy.