NationStates Jolt Archive

FNW SPECIAL REPORT-6:00pm
Moments ago President C.D. Ward was hit by a headshot from a sniper during a speech in Newberg. One shot fired, the President was hit and killed instantly. The NDA(National Defense Ageny) has not released any word who the assasin is or if he has been apprehended. No further details as of yet, addition reports as we recieve it.


FNW SPECIAL REPORT-7:00pm
NDA officals have been tight lipped about the situation, however they are already working in conjunction with the NIA(National Intelligence Ageny), local police and military units. A suspect has not been named yet. Agents of the NDA have said that they located the probable location of the shooter, which is the roof of a six story office building two streets over from the Presidents platform. NDA officals made a comment that wittnesses were being interviewed but said no more.
FNW SPECIAL REPORT-7:45pm
Minister of Defense Herbert West was sworn in moments ago(footage brought to you live on FNWChannel-37) under emergency conditions as acting president of Exham and has gone into an undisclosed safe location. Newberg has been put under military quarentine, army units have blocked off all highway travel and all airports in the greater Newberg area have been shut down.

(OOC: Open RP, if you want to take a special role just telegram me)

Tape at 11!

OOC: Ok, what is the RP about? What are the roles of other nations?

OOC: Ok, what is the RP about? What are the roles of other nations?

Same as Desert.

Newberg, Exham

Heidi Lovan, an operative for the ARIA, woke suddenly in her hotel room bed and instinctively drew her pistol as she heard a knock at the door. She quickly put on a robe and hid the gun within one of its pockets as she walked over to the door. To her relief if was just housekeeping, after dismissing the maid she moved to the window overlooking the street below.

After a long shower and a quick breakfast, Lovan decided that after yesterday's performance for the people of Exham it would be in her best interest to leave the country and head home to Aequatio for her debriefing in the capital. After destroying her fake Exham passport, citizenship papers and credit cards she replaced them with her second set of fake Exham papers and passport and headed out the door of her hotel room for the elevator.

60 miles southwest of Newberg, COSEC: Sublevel 24
Newly sworn-in President West sat in an office reading reports. There wasn't much to now, everything was happening almost automatically as access to or from Newberg was virtually shut down. He looked up at the clock, it was ten in the morning but 24 levels underground it was impossible to tell. The red phone rang and he picked it up.
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"Yes Mr. President...no, sir...yes...yes...as quickly as possible sir."
Scott Murloc hung up the secure line. He had been head of the NIA for fourteen years, he had never seen The Center like this, agents were everywhere; checking records, flight charters, photos from the crime scene, background on polictians from other countries, even researching the meetings that "President" West had had for the last six months. They had a net thrown around the city but they had to act fast because only one person needed to slip through and they had failed.
The phone rang, Murloc picked it up to the voice of Harrison, a top agent and someone who was in the field collecting evidence.
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"Yes, sir. Yes we have two office workers who were found knocked out inside of the building...no, sir neither saw the suspect...yes...yes this had to be a professional sir, no fingerprints, no shells, nothing...yes, sir."
Harrison hung up his cellular phone and walked past the officer keeping the crowd back from the building. He went around the corner before lighting up his cigarette. Damn cloudy days, he hated cloudy days.

John Mikeal Garrett looked down at his empty cello case, which had formerly housed his SVD Dragonuv sniper rifle. After he had shot the President, he had quickly fled down a fire escape to the street behind the office building. John had opened the sewer drain and dropped his SVD after wiping it of prints and smoke. After that, he had closed the cap and donned his gas mask. Soon, he was walking toward the outskirts of town in the sewer. Now he lied awake in his cheap motel bed, the clock reading 2300.

"What the hell have I done?"

Harrison walked back around the building torwards the police line to see a twenty-ish looking MP who was frantic. As soon as the man saw Harrison he ran over and grabbed the NIA agent. Harrison dropped his cigarette and pocketed the pack, but left his lighter in his hand. A habit he'd picked up a long time ago. The MP introduced himself and lead Harrison past the line of regular officers before speaking about the case. "Sir, we found something."
"Go on."
"Down a manhole just behind the building we found a large caliber rilfe, looks like it was dumped in a hurry. Unusual gun, sir. Not made in-country"
Harrison flipped the lighter in his hand, "Good anything else?"
The MP lead Harrison down the closed off alley, near were the rilfe had been found, "We didn't get any finger prints, but there are a number of boot prints, residue. The guy must stepped in something because they are all over the fire escape and the alley. Size 11 and a half, probably military boots."
Harrison shrugged, thinking "11 and a half? Well that only narrows it down to a few million." He turned to the young MP who looked like he needed an order before doing anything, "Follow up on that rifle, see if we can figure who sold it to our shooter"
"Yes, sir!"