NationStates Jolt Archive

The SPF agents set the C4 up perfectly and waited for the timer to tick down towards detonation. In just ten seconds the door breacher would detonate and the troops would move in. Hours worth of intelligence and reports led the SPF division to believe that terrorist rebels from Karzikistan were holed up in this safe house. Several civilians, even Islamic supporters had pointe out the destionation of their base of operations. But if the Karzik thugs were not in hiding here, the SPF would find them soon enough. Confirmation from the terrorist thugs themselves had proven they were here, and the Special Police Force would catch them.

The breacher detonated and the door blew open sending splinters in all directions. The SPF commander sent three of the black clad trench coat sporting agents into the doorway to scout the area. Immidetly upon entering the building gunshots were fired from the terrorists.

"ALLAH AKBAR!" could be heard over the sounds of gunfire. Sure enough this was the place.

"Allah akbar..." Agent Hawk said with a slight chuckle that could be seen underneath the black ski mask that was mandatory for SPF agents during hostile missions. "How original is that."

"It's not in the guidelines for Islamic extremists to be original." Agent Brown replied as he took out a gas grenade and pulled out the pin. "Just stupid."

The agent chucked the gas grenade into the room, but the terrorist grabbed a bandana and attempted to cover his nose and mouth, but his eyes were not spared from the stinging pain. He struggled to shoot accuratly at his targets, but his attempts were futile. Agent Hawk showed himself from behind the wall he was concealed behind and put one round from his SOCOM pistol into a non-vital region dropping the thug to the floor. Agent Brown quickly detained the terrorist while Hawk covered him.

"Is there anyone else here?" Brown shouted in Kizarkistan's native language.

"Allah Akbar! Allah Akbar!" the terrorist shouted reluctant to give up any information.

"Oh can you please put a bullet in the bastard's head or make him shut the hell..."

Hawk was cut off by three rounds from an assault rifle. As suspected another insurgent was waiting for the opertune moment to strike. He missed that moment, and missed his target as well. Two shots from Agent Hawk too the terrorist to the ground. This one was not so lucky, but then again depending on what the SPF Interrogation Division had in store for the survivors maybe the terrorist would've took the two bullets in his head over survival. Not like he had much of a choice now anyway.

"Entry point clear." Hawk said into his comm unit. "Send in the sweeping team. We've got one dead and one survivor. We might got more hiding on us ready for an ambush so keep an eye out."

In seconds six other agents dressed in the same black combat uniforms, black trench coats, and black ski masks burst through the entry way armed with SMG's. The sweep took little more than a minute, and won the SPF elite anti-terror force three prisoners and two dead.

The hunt for more Karzkistan terrorist was on.

(What, did you think you could tell me that you've sent terrorist into my nation and I wouldn't act? BUHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!)

The SPF National Headquarters was a beautiful facility surrounded by lush gardens and large banners that waved in the wind. The headquarters exterior beauty was only a deceptive construction made to hide the enigma that lay within, ecspecially the horrors that were perpetrated within the Classified Interrogation Unit.

Al-Kalik screamed in pain as the stocky built Mr. Walsh chopped off another finger as slow as possible. The first finger had already been fed to the caged barking pit pull that was only two feet away from Al-Kalik. The second one however would be fed to Kalik himself. An all too humiliating and painful method for sure, but Mr. Walsh had learned that pain and humiliation worked when it came to hunting down more terrorists.

"So Kalik, why do you not spare yourself the torture? Do you enjoy pain?" Mr. Walsh asked as he tore the finger off and waved it in front of the prisoners face. "Spare yourself this gross demise. Tell me the location of terrorist cells in Lorkhan and the name of your leader. That's all we want to know."

"I TELL YOU ALL I KNOW!" Kalik screamed hoping, preying that the man would not continue this merciless assault. "I BEG YOU...empff"

Mr. Walsh punched Kalik in the face with his pair of brass knuckles equipped around his fist, and then shoved the finger down Kalik's throat. Kalik gagged and cried hoping to spit the finger out, but Walsh's henchmen had duck taped his mouth shut. Kalik cried in horror and held his head up in an attempt to make the slow process of swallowing his own finger a bit easier and quicker. It wasn't working.

"We're done with him." Walsh said as he took out the keys to the dog's cage. "Maximov, get the other prisoner. Erov, keep watch and clean this mess up when the beast is done."

Kalik's screams could be heard through the tape. He tired to tell himself this wasn't happening, that this wasn't real, but he knew it was real. God how he wished he never accepted this assignment. He wished he had listened to his wife and stayed home to serve in the conventional forces. But it was too late for that. Walsh kicked Kalik in the chest, the force slamming the chair back towards the ground. With the small key opened the cage and the wild dog ran straight to Kalik, knowing from experiance what happened if it had attacked one of the SPF members.

"Well gentlemen, let's get ready for number two." Walsh said as he walked out of the room and quickly closed the door behind him.

There really isn't a "non-vital" part of the chest. If you get hit in the chest more than likely you will be hit in the chest, sternum, lungs, etc.

Also, if you want to make them talk, get a scapel and cut out a one by one inch peice of skin, layer by layer.

I like that you evil person .

OOC: I changed it to non vital region. :) But thanks for the tip. As for scapaling the prisoners to death...we're on a timeline here. So forcing him to choke on his own fingers while a dog devours him it is. Oh, we've got more dirty tactics though. Mr. Walsh and Director Simmons are very...creative... when it comes to torture.

And yes, I am one evil son of a bitch which I'm sure you'll discover with further roleplays :).

The SPF National Headquarters was a beautiful facility surrounded by lush gardens and large banners that waved in the wind. The headquarters exterior beauty was only a deceptive construction made to hide the enigma that lay within, ecspecially the horrors that were perpetrated within the Classified Interrogation Unit.

Al-Kalik screamed in pain as the stocky built Mr. Walsh chopped off another finger as slow as possible. The first finger had already been fed to the caged barking pit pull that was only two feet away from Al-Kalik. The second one however would be fed to Kalik himself. An all too humiliating and painful method for sure, but Mr. Walsh had learned that pain and humiliation worked when it came to hunting down more terrorists.

"So Kalik, why do you not spare yourself the torture? Do you enjoy pain?" Mr. Walsh asked as he tore the finger off and waved it in front of the prisoners face. "Spare yourself this gross demise. Tell me the location of terrorist cells in Lorkhan and the name of your leader. That's all we want to know."

"I TELL YOU ALL I KNOW!" Kalik screamed hoping, preying that the man would not continue this merciless assault. "I BEG YOU...empff"

Mr. Walsh punched Kalik in the face with his pair of brass knuckles equipped around his fist, and then shoved the finger down Kalik's throat. Kalik gagged and cried hoping to spit the finger out, but Walsh's henchmen had duck taped his mouth shut. Kalik cried in horror and held his head up in an attempt to make the slow process of swallowing his own finger a bit easier and quicker. It wasn't working.

"We're done with him." Walsh said as he took out the keys to the dog's cage. "Maximov, get the other prisoner. Erov, keep watch and clean this mess up when the beast is done."

Kalik's screams could be heard through the tape. He tired to tell himself this wasn't happening, that this wasn't real, but he knew it was real. God how he wished he never accepted this assignment. He wished he had listened to his wife and stayed home to serve in the conventional forces. But it was too late for that. Walsh kicked Kalik in the chest, the force slamming the chair back towards the ground. With the small key opened the cage and the wild dog ran straight to Kalik, knowing from experiance what happened if it had attacked one of the SPF members.

"Well gentlemen, let's get ready for number two." Walsh said as he walked out of the room and quickly closed the door behind him.

Thanks for your infomation.
All Kalik family was arrested and beheaded.
We will put more cells in your nation.

(OOC: If you think your nation knows what we did to Al-Kalik then you're wrong. The Surpreme Chancellor doesn't even know what the Classified Interrogation Unit does. Thus why it's classified. Only Grand General Danzig Kefka and his thugs know what these people do.)