NationStates Jolt Archive

Mr DuPont from the SoT Oil & Gas Company was willing to give out huge oild and gas contracts to various nations, as a sign of goodwill and to rebuild the economy. (my economy is a powerhouse but that doesn't matter now) Mr DuPont has got himself a passport other than SoT to ease travelling around the globe. This time he was going to pay New London a visit. He knew BC invaded and sacked SoT but he left the past behind him. He booked a private yet for him and a few of his associates who worked for him. They all had a non-SoT passport. All of them came from a former HP colony, Atemananki. (I was Atemananki before HP gave it away with my concent). None of them had ever been in contact with law enforcement or any anti terrorism groups.

10 minutes after they boarded the plane it took off, heading to BC. The pilots were from Atemananki as well as the passengers and they worked for the SoT Oil & Gas Company. Everything was ok. Mr DuPont was sure he would succeed.

This should be fun.

After 6 hours of flight, the airplane finally arrived at BC.
Gentlemen, we're preparing to land. Please fasten your seatbelts...

Your turn BC

I was planning on shooting you out of the sky...

"Unidentified craft, respond with your BC airspace verification number. Failure to comply or giving the wrong number will result in the shooting down of the aircraft."

I was planning on shooting you out of the sky...

"Unidentified craft, respond with your BC airspace verification number. Failure to comply or giving the wrong number will result in the shooting down of the aircraft."

OOC: what's the number? I need it otherwise this whole story is for nothing...

This is Gulf Alpha Special Jet #369 for BC control tower. The special number is 93450 I repeat, 93450. Please respond over.

The operator punched the code in "Access Denied" replied the computer, again he tried, with the same reply.

"Code red! I'm going to have to ask your to turn arond and leave BC airspace as your verification code to be here was old. Failure to comply within 1 minute will result in the scrambling of 4 F16s."

The operator punched the code in "Access Denied" replied the computer, again he tried, with the same reply.

"Code red! I'm going to have to ask your to turn arond and leave BC airspace as your verification code to be here was old. Failure to comply within 1 minute will result in the scrambling of 4 F16s."

The operator punched the code in "Access Denied" replied the computer, again he tried, with the same reply.

"Code red! I'm going to have to ask your to turn arond and leave BC airspace as your verification code to be here was old. Failure to comply within 1 minute will result in the scrambling of 4 F16s."

The operator punched the code in "Access Denied" replied the computer, again he tried, with the same reply.

"Code red! I'm going to have to ask your to turn arond and leave BC airspace as your verification code to be here was old. Failure to comply within 1 minute will result in the scrambling of 4 F16s."

Bump!

"Actually, wait, that code was right, cancel the scrambe, you now have permission to enter BC airspace, sorry for the confusion, our new system has some bugs."

:roll:

OOC: Its for good RP purposes, I really couldn't think of anything else to say.

Thank you for clearing that up tower. We are now entering BC airspace. we will start the landing procedure in 25 minutes...

Outstanding Mr DuPont thought, simply outstanding...

"This is control 1, you are clear to land at anytime at runway 3 at BC International. As an apology for the earlier incident, please accept our gift of hanger 81N to keep your plane in for as long as you require. We also offer free fuel for the return journey."

Thank you tower 1 we are now approaching BC International. Landing gear lowered...

After several minutes the pilot made a perfect landing and was taxied to the gate. Mr DuPont and his friends waited in the plane as they were being told.

The airports chief of security walked into the plane "Sorry about that hitch guys, the new system is really glitchy, just to show theres no hard feelings, we'll pay for the cab fare to your hotel, I'll call the cab, it'll be waiting out here when it comes." He walked away

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BC, you have my full support (again) if anything happens...

MR DuPont was a very kind man, and he thanked the man at the airport for his hospitality. Mr DuPont suffered from gout a bit so he had to use a walking stick. He and his friends were driven to the most luxurious hotel in New London.

The airport security chief flopped into his chair, he couldn't believe his and their country had once been at war, and they had been declared as terrorists by the party, they seemed so nice, just legitimate business men on a trip. He secretly was in favour of some private enterprise and would probably get a grilling for his bosses for giving them more than they deserved, it was a simple system fault after all.

When the SoT businessmen arrived in the hotel they immediately called the BC Oil Company to arrange a meeting. Mr DuPont was next to a skilled businessman also a very experienced diplomat and he always carried his briefcase with him.

Because Mr DuPont is a man who likes to trusted he showed the customs
the contents of the briefcase. Everything was in order and Mr DuPont was happy. But before he got to work he had to set some things straight... He phoned a few people, his "family" and some people at the SoT O&G Company. Nothing was out of the ordinary, a businessman doing his job.

The executive put the phone down. He'd just set up a great meeting with oil executives from SoT that could bring billions into his nations economy, the party was sure to be happy. He sat back and thought of the rewards the party would give him, a large bonus? A new car? Or would they give the same excuse that they did last time "Your knowing that you've helped your country should be more than enough of a reward." He always wondered whether the premier and the higher party members lived a life of luxury while their industries bought the country millions. No, he thought, thats not possible, there are plenty of hospitals and schools, they're all free and life hadn't been better for the last few years.

BUMP

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SoT, im gettina little suspicious, so your treading on thin ice..

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*waves to Credonia* 8)

Mr DuPont was extremely pleased with the meeting being arranged. Now with the help from Credonia as well as BC, things looked bright for SoT. Yes, for a moment Mr DuPont seemed happy.

Boys, we have lots of work to do here. first I have to make a phonecall home. My children are always very happy to hear my voice.

It's ok Mr DuPont, I'll order our dinner.

Mr DuPont knew that the phonelines would be tapped but that didn't scare him...

Hello I want to make a call to SoT #3439-6862-22 national code 495.
Hold on a sec...
Am I speaking to Fred?
Dad??
Hey Freddy how's it going?
Great dad I just got a new pair of rollerskates and...
That's nice can you give me to uncle Bob?
Sure thing daddy oh!
Bob how's it going?
Good, very good actually. Hows it going in BC?
Very good, I take it you are taking good care of my garden?
I am don't worry.
Make sure you water the tulips and the roses.
I will. By the way have you heard about the flower sales?
Nope.
Well there's one soon. I hope I'll see you there.
Ok cya later.
Bye.

After the call Mr DuPont walked out of his room to the dining room.

OOC: Clever code talk SoT

OOC: thank you. I have no idea what it means but it sure looks itriguing.

The president sat down to his dinner. He wanted to be in Camewot, celebrating the birth of the Emporers son, but was otherwisew engaged here...

OOC: is my man dining with your president?

Nope. Its just to show what he's doing now.

The premiers aide entered the room, "Comrade, Sir, we've just got a message from BC Oil Co, it appears they've set up a very lucrative deal with some SoT business men, which will bring billions into our economy"
"SoT?", the premier replied, with a hint of apprehension "they're the enemy, do you forget that they killed thousands of innocent lives?"
"They're different now sir, they're willing to let us have some access to their oil as a sign of good faith, all they require is a tiny investement to cover costs, the profit will be in the thousands of percent."
"And theres no catch?" replied the premier, now obviously interested
"None at all comrade, sir. The men from SoT are in New London, all you have to do is transfer some money into their account and it will be done. They'll be staying in New London for a few more days, but you'll never have to see them or speak to them, they only know you're personally involved because you're obviously the chairman of BC Oil Co. If you send the money now, you can forget about it until the profit starts rolling in"
"Fine", said the premier, pressing a button on his large desk, a laptop computer rose up, and he logged into the companies bank account. He then transfered the money into the SoT account read out to him by his aide. He rose, dismissed the aide and looked out of the large window into New London, with this money, he could start his new project....

After dinner, Mr DuPont and his his associates were going to one of the stylish clubs in New London. There they would talk about what to do next.

Gentlement, tomorrow we have a meeting with one of the oil executives of BC. Then I will try to know more about their president and how to kill him. I have heard that he's going to throw a party to celebrate the summer. Then we will strike. We have 5 (RL days) to prepare ourselves.

After their short meeting they went back to the hotel.

The oil executive paced up and down the room talking to his partner "This meeting must go down perfectly, remember SoT were once the enemy, theres no making wise-crack remarks about the war, or insulting them in anyway, that means you in particular Edwards, "

After breakfast, the SoT delegates got a taxi and drove to the conference center. In the car Mr DuPont knew that people need him back in SoT. He hoped he could pull this off clean and fast.

The BC Oil Co executives stepped out onto the roof and got into the chopper which would take them to the conference centre.

In the meantime Mr DuPont has arrived at the conference center. He was a bit early but he liked being early.

As the chopper touched down on the roof, the oil executives ran out and took the lift to floor 25, and walked to room 24, where the meeting would be held. They were surprised to see Mr Dupont was already there.

Greetings gentlemen, it's a pleasure to meet you. I am definantly sure we can talk business now.

"Yes, please, we are very busy, the small talk can be done over drinks later if you have time? Or must you be getting back? Anyway, heres the confirmation of the transfer of the agreed funds" he passed the note along the table, "We've added another billion to cover any unforseen costs"

Thank you for your most generous gift. I am sure you will like when we offer you some quite interesting oil contracts as well as new drilling sites.

"That is why we're making this deal afterall. We must dash now, sorry for the meeting being so short, but we have to brief the premier on what happens next. It was very nice meeting you." They shook hands and turned away to the door.

Mr DuPont shook hands and looked at the BC representatives leaving the room.

Yes... Very well. Ok people we have their complete trust and confidence in us. At least I hope they have. This is one step closer to our plan. Now let's go back to the hotelroom.

The executives returned to the government building without a second thought of the meeting, expect what nice people they seemed to be. They briefed the premier, saying in a few months the oil contracts would be ready and they could start sending groups to SoT to start drilling. The premie was pleased and dismissed them, and called in his press secretary to help write a speech which would be delivered at the steps of the mayors office in New London in a few days. Security around the premier had been decreased slightly before as positive public opinion soared after he pledged yet more schools and hospitals.

Mr DuPont, I think we're going to get a perfect oppertunity!

Speak up.

Well it's a speech on the steps of...

No. Sniper rifles and such assassinations are only good for failure. No I have to meet him in person. Only then we make a clean get away.

"Sir we've got a call from the SoT representatives, they have one demand.."
"What?, I'm trying to eat my dinner Jenkins"
"Yes, sir, but this could save you a billion"
There was a clank of a fork being put down on a plate "Go on.."
"Mr DuPont says you can have the extra billion you offered back if he can only meet you in person, he says he's a great admirer"
"Hmmm, I'm not sure, is that safe?"
"Of course sir, public opinion of you has never been better, that billion could go back into welfare, and it would go up even more"
"Organise it."

The day has come. Mr DuPont was preparing his walking stick with the microscopic platinum sphere filled with cyanide. In the tip 3 spheres would be placed and when noboby is looking at the president only a small tap to his leg would be enough to put him out of his misery.

OOC: the KGB really assassinated someone like this.

"Today is the day Sir" said the premiers aide, "Remember, just a few minutes with DuPont and it'll all be over, then we can reap the profits."

Mr DuPont put on his best suit and walked to the hotel lobby. There he took the first taxi to the presidential palace. When he arrived he was expected by the front guards.

"Mr Dupont?" asked the guard, "Come this way, the premiere is waiting for you"

Alright I'll come

The premiere shook hands with Mr Dupont "Very nice to see you, I am very pleased that we've come to an agreement which will further both our economy's. I've prepared us some drinks if you'll follow me..."

It's good to meet you Mr President. Now we can talk about our business instead of accusations of threats followed by more hysterical nonsense. I am very pleased that you have accepted my offer and I am sure both of our fair nations will prosper.

Mr DuPont tapped the Presidents left leg with the walking stick while Mr DuPont pressed the button to inject the 3 cyanice balls into his leg.

Mr DuPont thought, it will all be over soon mr President.

They carried on talking for a few more minutes before the premier stood up "Well I'm sorry Mr DuPont, but I must get back, running a country isn't easy. I'm looking forward to seeing both our nations prosper, and maybe we can meet again. My chauffer will drive you to your hotel" The premiere returned to his study where he felt a bit ill, he shrugged it off as nothing and called the architects in.

Thank you Mr President, it was very nice talking to you.

As Mr DuPont left the room the cyanide began to do it's job...

The architects walked in a few minutes later to find the premiere dead, slumped on on his desk...

Mr DuPont had already left the presidential palace when the alarm began to ring. He was filled with a mixed feeling; fear and happiness. He had to get out of BC fast.