Fluffywuffy
14-06-2004, 01:25
Dave and Mark Weileg drove madly through the streets of Imperial City-former home of the former Empire-cutting off other drivers, following too close, and generally raising hell. "Dammit Dave, what the fuck are you doing? We was to take our time on this one-no one's gonna suspect this," said Mark in his slightly accented voice, "I mean, who's gonna except us to blow some shit up for fun?" Dave turned to look at Mark savagely, his long, dark beard adding to the mystery in his face and his angry look. "You know darn well we's late, Mark. And we's the bosses at our meetin' how's that gonna look?" Mark tried to return the look but backed down, looking to the floorboard. "We-ell, I don't know what you's doin is what we need to do t'get there fast." "What would you have us d then, Mark?" Mark looked perplexed, but didn't respond for a few long seconds. "Well.....I guess what you's doin is fine." "Ok then Mark, shut up and we's gonna get there."
The car sped tyhrough the streets as before, finally ariving in a broken down apartment deep within the bad side of town. Dave sighed at having to leave his sports car here, but he had to. Just in case, he thought, he'd take his AR-15; no crook would mess with him when all they had were some old Ak-47s.
Dave and Mark quickly got out of the car, Dave locking it, and briskly walked into the building. The place smelt of rotten fish, the walls had bullet holes, and the place was messy. A group of whory looking girls eyed the two down-especialy the AR-15 of Dave's-and backed away. THe keeper of the place recognized the two and threw them a key, without a word. Mark caught the key and then he and Dave walked up the brocken up stairs, Mark tripping on a loose step, the girls below laughing. Blushing, Mark rubbed his suit off and kept going.
Comming upon a door-to room 23-the two stopped. "This it?" asked Mark. "Yeah, sure is. Well open it, we're ten minutes late!" Mark inserted the key and turned the handle, the door creaking as it swung open, and four men, two of which were armed with AAR-36s, looked on at them. A tall man dressed in a high ranking army official's uniform stood up and shook hands, his grim face showing a slight delight, and a fatter, shorter man in a suit sat in his chair, trying to look unconcerned.
"As you two may know, I am General Francis, and this is President James Stuart. You are well aware of what we are talking about today, all that we need to discuss is money," said the man in the army uniform, "and weapons, should you so need them." The two armed men surrounded Dave and removed his rifle, for security reasons, and moved back into place, not moving, and then the President showed a little more interest. "That rifle, that is an AR-15? I would prefer you use generic things such as that; can't have us linked to you. You hear?" he asked. "yes, my President," Dave replied, "we would do no such thing as link you to us. All we'd need to do, if you gave some to us, is stage something like we's gonna do today. You wanted us t'hit foriegners to? We'd need a high price to do that, ya know. Killin' shit don't come easy."
"I understand," said the General, looking joyfully at the two, "name a price." Dave glowed with excitement. He had never negotiated a price for anything before, and here he was, demanding tons of money from a prominent military figure. "One billion dollars should cover us for now, but we want something that makes a big boom with this-for foriegners of course-a nuclear weapon or some other bio or chem weapon might work." "We also want to 'legally' trade our illicit goods, if you catch my drift," Mark cut in. "You demand much, but anything for national security right? How can I be sure you will do what I ask?" From his pocket Dave pulled out a PDA, showed it to the General, and put it away. "I can orda' today's show now." The General was intrigued, but decided it would be nice to test out this new toy of his. "Do so then. Have them commit something now." Daved pulled the PDA out, wrote something with his stylus, and put it away. "Attacks orda'ed boss. How 'bout that contract?"
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Far away, on Fluffywuffy Airlines Flight 118, something unusual happened. Airline gun laws being lax, a band of men armed with Uzis took over the airplane after a small scuffle with the passangers, threatening to blow the airplane with thier guns. One of them held a homemade grenade in his hand, calling out that they would all be killed if they fought. Those who did fight we quickly subdued when a knife armed hijacker stabbed them, after another group grabbed them. This was a scene repeated on six other aircraft, and they all flew on seperate targets.
One heavily loaded 747 nose dived into a crowded center Imperial City square, blowing many to pieces and spreading a jet fuel powered inferno blazing across town. Another one flew into a crowded football stadium, roasting the watchers and killing the team. Still another flew against the Presidential Office, smashing the building. A fourth crashed into the Democratic Council building, killing the Conclave section of the Council as it was in session. The fifth aircraft slammed into Capitol AFB, destroying the runway and spreading its deadly flames nearer and nearer to the fuel storage tanks. The last plane flew into the Confederate Embassy Square, the place where all foriegn embassies were kept, destroying many of the buildings and shooting flames all over the square.
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Soon after, the General was called on his cell phones, informed of the destructiveness of the attacks, and hid his happiness at competant terrorists at last. "Well, seems like your boys have sure killed enough people. Officialy, we will hunt you down to a small extent-send maybe fifty or so guys to the base we talked of, a retaliatory artilery strike is going to be launched, and I want it to make us look good. Welcome to the team, Dave and Mark." The General, Dave, and Mark signed a document agreeing to the terms laid out, and the President signed grudgingly. He hated having to kill his own men for this job, yet he knew he had gained powerful allies.
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Later that day, an official broadcast concerning the attackes was made:
[code:1:5c738fc657]
It is a sad day that our nation comes under a massive terrorist attack, obviously aimed at destroying the government and it's world relations, all embassies having been destroyed, and we have already launched a counter attack: sattelites pinpointed an enemy terror base and reserve firebases wiped the place clean, killing fifty or so men, the numbers not counted. We will have our vengeance, and we shall have thier heads!
-President James Stuart
[/code:1:5c738fc657]
Secretly, the President smiled as he thought of unleashing his sponsored terror group on enemies, but he knew that would have to wait. The only other person who knew, General Francis, eagerly awaited the next meeting, where he would plan for much bigger attacks. The world would wish the four men had not met.
The car sped tyhrough the streets as before, finally ariving in a broken down apartment deep within the bad side of town. Dave sighed at having to leave his sports car here, but he had to. Just in case, he thought, he'd take his AR-15; no crook would mess with him when all they had were some old Ak-47s.
Dave and Mark quickly got out of the car, Dave locking it, and briskly walked into the building. The place smelt of rotten fish, the walls had bullet holes, and the place was messy. A group of whory looking girls eyed the two down-especialy the AR-15 of Dave's-and backed away. THe keeper of the place recognized the two and threw them a key, without a word. Mark caught the key and then he and Dave walked up the brocken up stairs, Mark tripping on a loose step, the girls below laughing. Blushing, Mark rubbed his suit off and kept going.
Comming upon a door-to room 23-the two stopped. "This it?" asked Mark. "Yeah, sure is. Well open it, we're ten minutes late!" Mark inserted the key and turned the handle, the door creaking as it swung open, and four men, two of which were armed with AAR-36s, looked on at them. A tall man dressed in a high ranking army official's uniform stood up and shook hands, his grim face showing a slight delight, and a fatter, shorter man in a suit sat in his chair, trying to look unconcerned.
"As you two may know, I am General Francis, and this is President James Stuart. You are well aware of what we are talking about today, all that we need to discuss is money," said the man in the army uniform, "and weapons, should you so need them." The two armed men surrounded Dave and removed his rifle, for security reasons, and moved back into place, not moving, and then the President showed a little more interest. "That rifle, that is an AR-15? I would prefer you use generic things such as that; can't have us linked to you. You hear?" he asked. "yes, my President," Dave replied, "we would do no such thing as link you to us. All we'd need to do, if you gave some to us, is stage something like we's gonna do today. You wanted us t'hit foriegners to? We'd need a high price to do that, ya know. Killin' shit don't come easy."
"I understand," said the General, looking joyfully at the two, "name a price." Dave glowed with excitement. He had never negotiated a price for anything before, and here he was, demanding tons of money from a prominent military figure. "One billion dollars should cover us for now, but we want something that makes a big boom with this-for foriegners of course-a nuclear weapon or some other bio or chem weapon might work." "We also want to 'legally' trade our illicit goods, if you catch my drift," Mark cut in. "You demand much, but anything for national security right? How can I be sure you will do what I ask?" From his pocket Dave pulled out a PDA, showed it to the General, and put it away. "I can orda' today's show now." The General was intrigued, but decided it would be nice to test out this new toy of his. "Do so then. Have them commit something now." Daved pulled the PDA out, wrote something with his stylus, and put it away. "Attacks orda'ed boss. How 'bout that contract?"
-----
Far away, on Fluffywuffy Airlines Flight 118, something unusual happened. Airline gun laws being lax, a band of men armed with Uzis took over the airplane after a small scuffle with the passangers, threatening to blow the airplane with thier guns. One of them held a homemade grenade in his hand, calling out that they would all be killed if they fought. Those who did fight we quickly subdued when a knife armed hijacker stabbed them, after another group grabbed them. This was a scene repeated on six other aircraft, and they all flew on seperate targets.
One heavily loaded 747 nose dived into a crowded center Imperial City square, blowing many to pieces and spreading a jet fuel powered inferno blazing across town. Another one flew into a crowded football stadium, roasting the watchers and killing the team. Still another flew against the Presidential Office, smashing the building. A fourth crashed into the Democratic Council building, killing the Conclave section of the Council as it was in session. The fifth aircraft slammed into Capitol AFB, destroying the runway and spreading its deadly flames nearer and nearer to the fuel storage tanks. The last plane flew into the Confederate Embassy Square, the place where all foriegn embassies were kept, destroying many of the buildings and shooting flames all over the square.
-------
Soon after, the General was called on his cell phones, informed of the destructiveness of the attacks, and hid his happiness at competant terrorists at last. "Well, seems like your boys have sure killed enough people. Officialy, we will hunt you down to a small extent-send maybe fifty or so guys to the base we talked of, a retaliatory artilery strike is going to be launched, and I want it to make us look good. Welcome to the team, Dave and Mark." The General, Dave, and Mark signed a document agreeing to the terms laid out, and the President signed grudgingly. He hated having to kill his own men for this job, yet he knew he had gained powerful allies.
--------------
Later that day, an official broadcast concerning the attackes was made:
[code:1:5c738fc657]
It is a sad day that our nation comes under a massive terrorist attack, obviously aimed at destroying the government and it's world relations, all embassies having been destroyed, and we have already launched a counter attack: sattelites pinpointed an enemy terror base and reserve firebases wiped the place clean, killing fifty or so men, the numbers not counted. We will have our vengeance, and we shall have thier heads!
-President James Stuart
[/code:1:5c738fc657]
Secretly, the President smiled as he thought of unleashing his sponsored terror group on enemies, but he knew that would have to wait. The only other person who knew, General Francis, eagerly awaited the next meeting, where he would plan for much bigger attacks. The world would wish the four men had not met.