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OOC: You wanted it, Sar. This is the way the BIA gets the job done, because I don't have the time to poke through old posts. Open only to...

- TBD
- Sarzonia
- Other BIA Nations

...will post more later.

OOC: You wanted it, Sar. This is the way the BIA gets the job done, because I don't have the time to poke through old posts. Open only to...

- TBD
- Sarzonia
- Other BIA Nations

...will post more later.

[OOC: Is this the intelligence request I asked for?

In RP, I'm in the middle of a war (well, two wars now) and would not be able to devote full RP attention to this thread.]

Yes, it is. :)

You can reply any time you want, just bookmark this topic. I'll get started later tonight.

The sun rises on the capital of Highfather. As always, the first gleam of the sun always hits a sleek glass building on the edge of the city, the only feature that would differentiate it from the thousands of other buildings in the city. Deep below it, in forgotten catacombs, lies a concrete behemoth, the Burnsian Intelligence Agency International Headquarters (http://s8.invisionfree.com/BIA). In the center of the bunker is an oak paneled, air conditioned, WLAN enabled conference room. Seven Burnsians sat around an equally impressive cedar table. The woman at the head of the table begins speaking.

"Are we all here? Good. This is the fouth assembly of the Counsul of Extra-National Intelligence Affairs. If you didn't know that, you will be shot."

A slight, worried laugh came from the assembled, but the woman did not join in.

"An information contract has been taken out on Sarzonia."

[OOC: Is this the intelligence request I asked for?

In RP, I'm in the middle of a war (well, two wars now) and would not be able to devote full RP attention to this thread.]

[OOC: For the sake of realistic RP, I'll *publicly* throw roadblocks (suspicious top brass, etc.) and a secretive country, but you'll either get lower level grunts with way too much access or way too big mouths who will give you the information. Since I want the intel report to be the best one available, they will give you accurate information.]

OOC: Sounds good.

IC:
"But Sarzonia is in the BIA, ma'am," piped up a man in the corner seat.

"That's right. That's why I haven't put it on the intranet yet. I probably won't, considering," said the woman at the head. "We have to send in either a splinter cell or an infiltration team."

"We must weigh the checks and balances of each," replied a general. "There will be a greater security risk for a splinter cell, but with an infiltration team, there is no denying it."

"Well since my choice counts," the woman said, "We will be sending in a splinter cell."

[OOC: Good call to send in the splinter cell. An infiltration team would have raised too many IC suspicions IMO.]

OOC: Thanks. :) What's your capital city? You webpage isn't complete yet... ;)

IC:

A Boeing 747 screamed over the skies of Sarzonia. This was flight 104, destined for the capital. However, this wasn't the flight that Sarzonian ATC was waiting for. Inside the aircraft was a small compartment. In it were two men, Granted Bathema and Rido Fus'a. They were splinter cells.

"Parachutes!"

"Check!"

"Weapons!"

"Check!"

"We need anything else?!"

"Nope!"

Granted nodded to his comrade and turned toward the rear gate. Taking a deep breath, he slammed his palm down on the large red button near the door. He and Rido eyed each other, and jumped out in different directions, into the dark, moonless night.

OOC: Thanks. :) What's your capital city? You webpage isn't complete yet... ;)

[OOC: I know. I'm having a devil of a time getting the webpage started.

My capital's name is Woodstock (named after the music festival in 1969).

My largest city is Nicksia (named after rock singer Stevie Nicks)

Some of my other information is out there (names of states, their capitals and largest cities. We'll develop more as this RP continues.]

OOC: Ok. :)

IC: Rido Halo-jumped into the city. From the amount of lights, he couldn't tell the sky from the ground. His foldout GPS eyepiece told him he was a quarter-mile from the dropzone. Rido reached back for his pullcord, and yanked it. As his body screamed through the air, he felt a upturning jerk. His black parachute unfolded behind him, roughly 800 feet above a lonely, dark parking lot.

Rido's feet hit the ground. He quickly rolled and checked his body for damage. Fine. Then, he packed his parachute and moved toward a dumpster to deposit it. However, he noticed two hobos nearby.

OOC: RP the hobos, willya? Thanks. :)

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Rido's feet hit the ground. He quickly rolled and checked his body for damage. Fine. Then, he packed his parachute and moved toward a dumpster to deposit it. However, he noticed two hobos nearby.

OOC: RP the hobos, willya? Thanks. :)

[OOC: All right... I'll give it a shot.]

Hobo 1: Eh... wha's zat?

Hobo 2: I dunno... maybe he's got some money for us?

Hobo 1: Say, buddy. Got a dollar or two?

Hobo 2: We're homeless and hungry. Can you help us a little?

Rido sighed. This was the worst part of the job. As he melded back into the shadows, he quietly drew his suppressed MAR-15 Assault Rifle and gunned down the two vegabonds.

"Sh*t."

He stepped over to the nearby dumpster and threw the two lifeless bodies into it. From there, he stepped into the abandoned warehouse next door, and climbed into a ventilation shaft.

One and a half hours earlier...

Granted's parachute wouldn't open. Niether would his reserve. He screamed as he headed for the traffic below, screeching past...

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Woodstock Police Chief Chip Moose was snoozing. This wasn't surprising given the limited crime that occurred throughout the city. It was one of the safest places in a country that was widely known to be safe.

All of a sudden, the beep from his communications console interrupted his sleep.

"Moose," he said with the scratchy rasp of someone who had just awakened from a long slumber.

"Chief! I've got reports of two males being shot down due south of Embassy Cove!"

"What!" Now, Moose was wide awake.

"Apparently, a teenage girl found their bodies in a dumpster as she took out the trash."

"What's the 10-20?"

"One point five kilometers due south of the Praetonian embassy."

"I'll call the homicide unit."

"Ten-four."

Moose called the homicide unit.

"Unit ten and unit 12, head to the following coordinates." Moose supplied the coordinates to the dumpster. "We have a double homicide. Suspect expected to be heavily armed and very dangerous."

"Roger that, Chief."

Moose shook his head and pounded his fist on his desk. The knick-nacks on the desk shook from the impact.

"I guess there's trouble in paradise now," he said as buried his face into the palm of his right hand.

From his vantage point in the exhaust vent, Rido saw the crime scene unfolding. Again and again, the mantra played from his basic training...

"We are the nation's chosen few. We will be swift, slient and invisible. The enemy of my brother is my enemy. I will kill my enemy before he kills me. I am elite. I am silent. I am death in its mortal epitome."

He looked away and climed down to the abandoned factory floor. Sticking to the shadows, he headed towards the bathroom and opened a panel in the wall.

"Her Highness be damned, it smells in here..." he said as he looked toward the sewer below.

Rido jumped in and put on his rebreather. He swam towards the Sarzonian military Intelligence building, picking off rats as he went...

The two police officers arrived at the dumpster south of Embassy Cove, where the teenaged girl directed them after the officers picked her up to take her to the crime scene.

"Now, tell me ma'am, what did you see?"

"For the millionth time," the girl said with annoyance in her voice, "I was taking out the trash and when I opened the dumpster, I saw a hand in there before I threw the trash bag inside."

"Okay, did you hear anything before you got there."

"I heard something, but I thought it was that car backfiring." There was a late model sedan double-parked near the International Affairs office building across the street. "I didn't think anything was wrong, honest!" The girl broke down into uncontrollable sobs.

"Thanks for your help, honey. You're free to go now." The girl ran off for home.

"You'll need to leave," one of the officers told a reporter who was there with a television crew. This is restricted space. It's too dangerous for the media."

With Sarzonia being in a state of war, the police had the authority to order the media to steer clear of the scene. In peacetime, they would have been asking far more questions.

When the media truck pulled off, the older officer turned to his rookie partner and said, "looks like we've got a lot of work ahead of us. Call the forensics lab and tell them to get down here."

"Got it."

OOC: I did mention that the rifle was supressed? I think I did...

IC:

Rido continued to swim towards the goverment building. As he turned the corner, he saw two security cameras scanning the area.

"Sh*t."

Rido took out his MAR and popped both cameras. Then he continued swimming towards his Point of Entry.

[OOC: Does the suppression mean the girl wouldn't hear ANYTHING? I'd have thought it would have made a sound that could have led her to believe it was a car backfiring from a fairly long distance. Hence, no shock to hear a sound like that. Then again, I could be wrong.

Anyway, the sound is an insignificant part of the RP and it won't be the focus of the investigation.]

Late at night, a security guard was filing her nails. Violet Lee had her mind on other things. Her husband was serving in the navy aboard a destoryer being deployed in the war against Cam III and her daughter's recital was tonight. She hated not being there, but she couldn't find anyone to take her shift.

She only half glanced at the images on the security screen. Everything looked routine. It always did. She was absent-mindedly looking at the screen when Sector 8's (OOC: That's going to be the sector where your operative shot the cameras) images were blank. She raised her eyebrow and started watching the displays much more closely.

The other sectors checked out normally, but every time Sector 8 came up, there was a blank screen. She picked up her walkie talkie and called the base.

"Central, this is Unit 14," Lee said into her walkie talkie.

"Go ahead Unit 14," the dispatcher replied in a voice that sounded perfectly normal. Too damn normal, Lee thought.

"We've got a situation in Sector 8, we're not getting a signal from the security cameras there."

"What? I'll send someone right over."

"Ten-four."

Lee now spent the rest of her night staring at the blank screen every time Sector 8 came up, mocking her with its dark presence.

Rido heard the sloshing of the mens' boots and quickly climbed up a pipe. He watched them walk by below, shining their flashlights and investigating the cameras. After he felt safe about making soft noises, he opened his designated manhole and quietly stepped into an alley, closing the manhole behind.

[ooc: Crystilakere, as the lone neighboring nation to Sarzonia (To the South), requests permission to participate in some form in the thread.]

[ooc: Crystilakere, as the lone neighboring nation to Sarzonia (To the South), requests permission to participate in some form in the thread.]

[OOC: Well, this operation is actually being done at my OOC request. I'm not sure where to fit Crystilakere into the picture and TBD specified this was to be closed RP.

Then again, I have confidence that if TBD were to make an exception, you would enhance the RP. That's her call though.]

OOC: Sure, I would love for you to help. Jump right in. :)

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OOC: Don't worry I am BIA.

Secret IC: "Sir," Assistant Intelligence Analyst Dunge said as he entered Minister of Intelligence, Jacob Peterson's office. Yes, Dunge?"
"I have the lastest report on current intelligence actions by allies."
"Anything interesting?"
"Yes, sir. The Burnsian Desert is conducting an intelligence gathering operation against Sarzonia."
"Correct me if I'm wrong, but isn't Sarzonia in the BIA?"
"They are, sir, as are we," Dunge raises his left eyebrow when he says this.
"Do we have any agents in Sarzonia?"
"One, but they aren't there to watch Sarzonia, they are following someone."
"Which agent is it?"
"Black Water, sir."

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Benji Victor had no idea he was being stalked. He had no idea he had been followed since he left ViZion. He had no idea they had found him, until the knife entered his neck. It was shoved home, where the spinal column meets the skull. Then he had no idea of anything, nor would he, ever again.
His body was dragged fifteen feet and then dropped into a river, minus the knife. Agent Black Water stood up and dusted her hands off. Her pager started to vibrate on her hip. She looked at the display and then headed for the nearest pay phone. She put in the proper amount of coinage and then dialed the number on the pager.
"Hello."
"Did you page me?"
"Yes. We need you to pick up some soveneirs on your way back."
"What did you have in mind?"
"Maybe some books? Oh and some pictures! You should take a picture of our embassy and the Burnsian's too, their buildings are perfect for picture taking!"
"Jeez, you're needy!"
"Yes I am! I want presents and I want them now!"
"Bye."
"What the hell did TBD do to get top priority," Black Water wondered as she left the area.

Sargeant Jack Jensen and Corporal Howard Bielko combed the area looking for clues to the sudden shooting of the security cameras. Finally, not finding anything, Jensen got tired.

"I wish we had our dogs with us. They might be able to pick up a scent."

"Ain't worth yacking about it now," Bielko said. He turned thoughtful for a moment. "Say, maybe we should bring those cameras in to investigate. Perhaps that'll give us a clue and find out where to begin looking."

"Good idea Bielko."

The two men went to their squad van to grab a portable ladder. Since Bielko was scared of heights, he was given instructions to hold the ladder while Jensen climbed it to fetch the cameras. While Jensen was up with a Phillips screwdriver trying to unfasten the camera, Bielko scanned around. Everything looked normal.

Same damn scene it always is Bielko thought to himself. He always wanted to be a police officer and had visions of beating the bad guys ever since he was a little kid. But Woodstock's streets were usually so safe he felt like the Police Department had about as much use as the Maytag repairman in the television commercials. Not this time, though. And right now, it seemed like there was nothing he could do about it.

Finally, Jensen climbed down after getting the two cameras. He took great care to avoid having his fingerprints on the cameras and figured that the lab would be able to determine just what was going on.

"Snap out of it!" Jensen snapped, seeing that Bielko was in the middle of his frustrated reverie.

"Oh, sorry Jensen."

"What were you thinking about."

"There doesn't seem to be any evidence of what happened here. Everything's too well hidden."

Jensen thought for a minute. Bielko's got his head up his ass again, he thought. But then he realized Bielko was right. Whoever had done this took great care to leave no trace of his work. We're going to have to call the Intelligence Command on this one, he thought to himself. Even though I trust them as far as I can throw their bumbling asses.

Even though the situation at the Intelligence Command had settled down enormously since the founding of Sarzonia, the dizzying array of Intelligence Chiefs who hit the road made the position as unlucky in some minds as being a drummer for Spinal Tap. The current intel chief was the fifth one in very short order. Although the department was doing much better than in the early days, it still had a horrible reputation among Sarzonians.

Rido was already up in his second drop point for the area. After climbing up a broken fire escape from the manhole in the alley, he swung into an apartment.

The apartment was actually owned by one Mr. Telmin, but Mr. Telmin had not been seen for days. And Rido knew it. As he locked and barred his window, Rido scanned the room. He saw a table, two chairs, a door, closet, bathroom, bed, footlocker, and TV.

Carefully, he hid his weapons, clothing, and gadgets under the mattress. Then, he locked the door and climbed into bed.

Black Water headed to one of the weapons caches in Woodstock, making sure she wasn't followed. Once their she carefully opened the case, making sure not to trigger the four pound block of C4, that was rigged as a booby trap. She put her plastic knife back in the case and removed a Burnsian Desert passport, putting her Markov passport back in.
Then she hid the case and armed the booby trap. Even if someone managed to get it open none of the weapons had been produced in Celdrone or even any nation Celdrone had ever dealt with.
She walked to the Burnsian Embassy and showed the guard her passport.
"I'm a Burnsian," she said with a perfect accent.

The guard looked at her suspiciously. Citizens of a country didn't just waltz into an embassy, no matter what country they came from and no matter how safe things were in Woodstock. Perhaps that was a reason things were safe. However, the recent crime wave was starting to get attention and people who had no idea who the police chief was suddenly were seeing more of the name Chip Moose than they ever should have.

He looked at the Burnisan passport.

"Do you have official business with the embassy? Let me call the embassy's main office to see if you have an appointment with them. And, I'll need to see any packages you're carrying with you before you can go any further."

He waited expectantly for Black Water's response.

(OOC: I would RP sniping her when she tries to take out the guard, but what fun would that be... :sniper: )

(OOC: I would RP sniping her when she tries to take out the guard, but what fun would that be... :sniper:)

[OOC: I know... I'm trying to keep the RP continuing rather than end things prematurely. The BIA has a job to do...

Random rant: I had a nice RP explaining the missing Mr. Telmin but my comp wasn't having it. :(]

OOC: In all fairness to you, we killed him. (evil laugh)

OOC: In all fairness to you, we killed him. (evil laugh)

[OOC: Well that at least makes it easier then.]

OOC: I'm at the BURNSIAN embassy, not Saronia. TBD gets to be the guard.

"Ma'am, I'm gunna have to ask you a few questions. Please wait for one minute right here."

The guard retreated to the guardhouse and made sure the gate was closed. It was. Then, he closed the guardhouse door and radioed Zach Meddelmann, the cheif guard.

"Zach, we have another one," said the guard.

"Does it have a Burnsian passport?" asked Zach over the radio.

"Yes, sir. All in order."

"Well, the brass said no one should be coming, but I'm going to set up the snipers anyway. Give me two minutes."

"Yes, sir, I'll stall her, sir. Over and out," said the guard, putting the radio down on his desk. He walked back over to the mysterious woman, and began to ask her some questions.

OOC: The first three can be found on my website, in my sig.

IC:

"Ma'am? Please answer these questions," said the guard, looking the strange woman in the eye.

1) Who is the Queen of the Burnsian Desert?

2) What is the Burnsian Desert's motto?

3) How is the Queen selected?

4) Where do you work?

5) What is your name?

6) Where in TBD do you live?

7) Do you have any immediate family members?

8) What is your civilian ID?

OOC: Just answer anything for #8, it's just in the handbook to ask that...

1. Her Highness Queen Rachel Romalia
2.Yes Burnsian Desert... Together We Can!
3.The Royal Family picks her.
4. I am unemployed at the present time, I used to sell fruit.
5. My name is Cassandra Graves
6.I live in Highfather.
7.No, I do not.
8: 491-0059128

"May I enter now?"

"Ma'am, number three is incorrect. I'm afraid I can't let you in... however your civilian ID checks out... sure, go ahead in, no cameras, no firearms. Just let me frisk you quickly."

OOC: The real answer, taken directly from the page...


The Queen is picked from the Royal Family, and if there is no Heir, then the next-highest-ranking female goverment official is chosen. If she refuses it, then it continues down the chain of command.

OOC: I tried to get it wrong, not many people get ever answer right. I didn't want her standing out to much.

Black Water walks into the embassy after being frisked by the guard. She walks to the currency exchange window and when she gets there she asks the woman behind the counter to exchange her Burned Notes to Sarzonia currency. When the woman finishes she leaves the embassy and walks down three blocks. She makes sure she is not being followed and then heads into a coffee shop, where she orders a small cup of coffee. She spends eight minutes drinking it and then leaves.

She uses several tactics for losing pursues until she feels safe. Then she heads to the weapons drop. She disarms the trap and takes two grenades, a silenced pistol and ten extra clips, three differant bugs, a PDA, and a broach, which she puts on her shirt, then she closes and activates the trap. She heads back to the Burnsian embassy, but this time she keeps across the street from it and out of sight.

She climbs up the fire escape of the building across the street from, and to the left, of the TBD embassy. She keeps low, crouching behind the roof's ledge. She spots a camera on the top of TBD's embassy, but she's not worried, her broach distorts her image on tape and digital recordings to the point that she appears as an odd shadow.


She takes off her bracelet and necklace. She slides open a port on the necklace and a plug on the bracelet. The sides of the bracelet slid down revealing the numbers and letters. She types in coordinates and then types; Timer,activate, 1:00,go. Then she unplugs the bracelet from the necklace.
She lays the necklace on the ledge, with it large red jewel pointing at a security camera on the roof of the Burnsian embassy. Then she places one of the bugs inside the circle that the necklace makes.

She waits a few seconds and watches as the bug disappears and the reappears on the camers. It slowly pushes two of its 'legs through the camera cassing until it completly penetrates the casing. The tips of the 'legs' open and small arms unfold from it and attach themselves to the camera's CPU, tapping into the feed it sends to the monitoring station. The other two 'legs', the ones that didn't enter the camera, rasied them selves upwards and extended two antennas, which send the same footage the camera send but the send it to Black Water's PDA.

She tapped a set of commands into the PDA, which relayed them to the bug. The bug's probes (those things attached to the camera's CPU) began to send out electronic feelers, looking for the other security camera feeds. When it finds them it relays them to Black Water's PDA. She cycles through them, searching for a useless feed.

She finds a feed of the embassy's back door. She enters a command into the PDA and the bug overrides all the other camera feeds with the one of the back door. She waits for confirmation of the override and then races down the fire escape. She drops to the ground twenty seconds later, she takes aim with her silenced pistol and then shoots the guard outside the embassy.

She runs over to him, sees that he is still moving and shoots him again. Then she takes his keys, radio, and after checking she takes his extra pistol clips, as they are the same size as hers. She then opens the embassy door part way and looks inside, ready to jerk her head back.


OOC: Please don't kill her. I have plans to use her again and she can't get any useful information anyways. The BIA didn't put this mission on the Intelligence Network.

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