NationStates Jolt Archive

Joshua Austin was the first one to notice what was happening. Austin was of medium build, about 6 feet high with dark brown hair and a goatee of the same color. During the middle of investigating an inner-city robbery of a prestigious bank next to the Parliament Building, Austin noticed a significant buildup of men in various suits, with the lumps of concealed weapons under their jackets. “Eric,” Austin began speaking to his partner who was busy dusting a counter for fingerprints. “Have you noticed the men soliciting on the sidewalk near the Parliament?” Eric turned around to look through a big window on the front of the bank. “Hmm... That’s strange; who do you think they are?” Questioned Eric. “No ide- Hey, what’s that one doing?” Josh pointed to a man wearing a blue and white pinstripe suit. He had blond hair and grabbed a bullhorn from another man next to him. He stepped on a parked red Volkswagen Lupo and turned the bullhorn on. “Citizens of Buechoria!” He screamed. Diplomats and businessman conducting their daily business on the clean streets of downtown Buechoria turned around in surprise at the man. They watched nervously as the other ominous men in suits pulled out weapons of all sorts and crowded near the man with the bullhorn. “This... Is a coup!” The bystanders gaped in awe and shock at the man. “We are the NSDAP party of Buechoria! To put it in simpler terms, we are Nationalist Socialists. For too long, the government of this island has ruined our once glorious country. We are taking over and leading this place to a better future! Join us, or be killed.” The man rested the bullhorn at his side and removed a Colt revolver from his jacket and shot it in the air. The crowd of men simultaneously donned red armbands displaying the swastika. People panicked and began running from the armed group. Many were shot in the process. The leader shouted and the Nazis charged towards the parliament. Josh cursed, reached into his pocket and phoned the District Police HQ…

(Inside the parliment building..)
“Good God! We have to get out of the building Mister Helms!” Yelled an orderly who was serving afternoon tea. “What is it Ernst!?” responded Prime Minister Helms as he looked up from his book. “There are men with guns storming the building!” Suddenly, a soldier with the honor guard ran in the room. He was dressed in a red leatherneck jacket, white pants and a white helmet similar to the Imperial German helmet during WWI. “Sir, I’ve been or- AUUGHH!” The guard screamed in agony, released his weapon and clutched his chest where blood was gushing from a bullet wound. His legs buckled and he collapsed to the floor. The orderly fainted at the sight and crumpled onto a chair. Helms stood up and watched two armed men walk in. One was holding a Skorpion Submachine-gun, the other brandishing a truncheon. “What is going on here!?” Helms shouted at the men. As soon as the words left his mouth the man with the truncheon pounded his weapon on Helms’ head and grabbed him as he was falling.

A white Mitsubishi Fuso truck pulled up on the street of the Parliament building. The armed men finished shooting innocent people and jumped into the back of the truck. The two others who had taken Helms ran out of the building with Helms, then promptly threw him into the back of the truck. They shut the door and got up in front. “Where the hell are the squad cars...?” Austin whispered to himself as he watched the truck’s wheels screech, then zoom away. Three vans with the letters “KSK” embedded on the side came to a halt at the parliament building. The Kommando SpezialKraefte was too late to stop the Fuso…

(OOC: I will give everyone who is interested a chance to RP soon. THis is an introduction.)

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Anna Helms was the wife of Charles Helms. She had graying hair, matching Charles'. "Oh Max," She called to Max, the butler in their home. "Has Charlie called he was coming home soon?" The butler shook his head. "No madam, I'm afraid not. Would you like me to call him?" Anna nodded frantically. Max reached for the phone on a nearby end table, then picked up the reciever. "Miss Helms.. The line is dead." The butler placed the reciever on the phone and explained to a worrysome Anna what that ment. Suddenly, the shatter of glass could be heard from the entrance hall. Max told Anna to get to the bunker but it was too late. Ten men wearing matching trenchcoats walked in. One was holding a Walther P-38, the rest cradling AK-47s. "Ma'am, if you will come up us.." the man with the pistol said, in a calm but stern voice. "Who are you!? Why are you coming into this house!?" Yelled a startled Anna, the sound of fear in her voice, tears streaming down her wrnkled cheeks. "Who we are are not of concern at the moment. Speed is of the essence, Miss Helms. Oh, and I'm afraid your butler companion will not be joining us this evening." The leader aimed his pistol at the butler and pulled the trigger 3 times. The butler let out a cry and fell to the floor. Anna screamed and cowered on the couch she was seated on. "Take her to the truck!" The leader ordered. Two of the cronies grabbed the woman from her fetal position and dragged the sobbing woman to the van. Satisfied everything was going to plan, the leader led the remaining men away. After they all loaded on to the truck, it drove away.

Max, despite several wounds, slowly rose from the floor. He crawled to the kitchen where he knew there was Charles' Helms cell phone. He called 111, the equivalent of 911. He mumbled the word "help" into the phone, then collapsed to the floor - Dead.

(This is the second part of the introduction)

The same white Fuso truck that took the men away at the coup came to a stop in front of an old brick warehouse near the coast of Virka Bay. 8 men hopped out of the back with Anna Helms in tow. They roughly pushed her into the dimly lit warehouse, then pushed her onto a chair. A man walked up and tied her onto the chair. Flourecent lights above turned on and cast light on every inch of the warehouse. Anna looked everywhere and sitting next to her was Charles Helms. "Charlie!" she shouted in joy. Unfortunately, Helms sat in the chair with his head slumped forward. "I'm afraid your husband is unconcious at the moment. He has been MOST helpful in giving us the location of the Polarstern Missiles." Spoke the man who led the men into their house. He gestured towards a nearby wood table with a syringe and tape recorder on it. "Allow me to introduce myself. I am Graf von Brixen, leader of the Buechorian NSDAP party. Put more simpler, we are Nazis." Anna shuddered at the term. She began to speak, with anger in her tone "You monsters! What do you want from our peaceful island!?" Graf laughed heartily. "We are going to bring it into a new era. And we have the Polarstern Missiles on our side. Do you know what they are, Miss Anna Helms?" Anna shook her head no. "They are supersonic Nuclear ICBMs. The latest development of the Buechorian Army. Now that Charles over here has given us the code for their launch, we can take this island hostage - And soon the world!" He laughed like the villian in a James Bond film, then began to speak in German to his private militia, clad in dark grey trenchcoats and black construction helmets. The suddenly got in formation, loaded their weapons and marched off to the truck to return to the Parliment building to begin controlling the island..

OOC: Okay, this is how this RP works:Theer are different types of characters -

1. Main Characters
2. Secondary characters (A cross between extras and main characters, i.e. an assistant or sidekick, even a friend)
3. Expendable character(s)

All of these characters can be shot, but a main character cannot die unless chosen by it's contorlling country. You may enter the RP as anyone - A tourist, a spy, one of Graf's men.. Etc.

Karla was the janitor for the Parliament Buildings. She was cleaning the downstairs basement when she heard gunshots. She came upstairs with her mop and bucket. "What in the world is going on here?" She stopped dead in her tracks as she noticed the Nazis. Her best friend had been Jewish. She paused and hid as she tried to figure out what to do next.

Graf and around 20 men stormed the empty hallways of the Parliment. An orderly cowered in the corner of the hallway and begged for mercy. Graf let him live, but not before shooting him in his kneecaps. He let out a cruel laugh and continued on until he and his men reached Helms' office. He then told them to take their positions as they planned last night. All the men gave the Nazi salute, yelled "Heil Graf" and marched into the hallways, dispersing where they were ordered to stand guard. Graf shut the door to the office and sat in Helms' personally made leather swivel chair. He kicked his legs up on the mahogony desk and looked in the drawers for anything of interest. He found 5 cigars in the bottom drawer of the desk, lit it, and stuck it in his mouth. Puffing away happily, he decided it was time to egt to work. He found a map of Buechoria and a few pens and sketched out his plans to invade the closest cities...

Karla headed down the hall until she saw the orderly. She used what little first-aid training she had to fix his kneecaps. "We need to get you to a doctor. By the way, did you see where your assassins went?"

At the Har Land oval office a young man bolts into the room holding a manilla envelope. "SIR! SIR! There's a situation going on in Buechoria! You must read this!" The young man hands Matthew Harland, Har Land's President, the envelope labeled "EYES ONLY". As Matthew opens and reads the file, he picks up his red phone to call Department of Defense Chairman Dave Saunders. "Hello, David? Have you been informed of the situation?", a mumbled reply is heard back over the phone. "You know what to do. Begin an evac and securing of Har Land citizens in Buechoria and deploy a team to monitor and combat this, Nazi Situation". A Yes Sir! is heard over the phone before they hang up.

In a briefing room aboard the HLS Probst in the Third Battle Group of the Fifth Fleet deployed currently 150 miles outside of Buechoria:

A situation as arisen in our allied nation of Buechoria. An underground Nazi party has risen swiftly and effectively to stage a coup and are in control of Virka. If this trend continues, Buechoria will be in the hands of a Nazi regime, and if their current behavior continues, Har Land and other free nations will have their citizens in Buechoria targeted. Already there have been five Har Land Citizen deaths in the capital, and more will follow suit. We have been ordered to secure and evacuate citizens from this area and to secure the embassy.

The CO whom is speaking shows a map and tells the plan:

Four CH-47 helocopters will drop off 96 Marines and Equipment into the Embassy, and will do evacuation runs from that location and back getting all citizens and officials out of this embassy. Special Operations teams have already allocated citizens outside of the embassy, and are bringing them to extraction points Alpha, Bravo, and Charlie. Two CH-53's will be sent to each of these locations to extract civilians. OH-58 Kiowa gun ships will cover the landing. Marines in UH-1 Huey's will be orbiting and landing at all locations for the duration of this op, and F/A-18's will be available at all times during this operation for immediate support. That's it men, your company and squadron CO's will brief you on personal assignments, Dismissed!

All crews break off and run right to the deck, the ships continue to accelerate nearer the coast of Buechoria...

The orderly nodded. "First off, my name is Derek Smith. I- OW!" He winced at the pain of his kneecaps, then hushed himself. "I saw them all head that way," He gestured towards a door at the end of the hall. "That leads to the main offices and parliment itself, but-" Derek quieted down. The sound of footsteps grew louder as 5 men who were going to guard the hallway neared the doorway Derek pointed to. 'We have to get out of her.. Quickly!'

Karla handed Derek the mop. "Here, try to use this to lean on, and I'll take your other side. We'll go down the stairs to the storage area."

The decks of the ships are a large bustle. F/A 18's exiting the carriers and all the helicopters leaving almost at once.

Along this large air convoy are two UH-60 Blackhawks, carrying almost nothing in them that divert from the rest of traffic.

CH-53 Pilot: "Hey Jay, whats with the two hawks over there? I didn't hear anything about that"

CH-53 Gunner 'Jay': "Who knows, probably some recon flight, anyway keep your eyes infront man, I don't want to hit one of these birds."

Inside the lead blackhawk that departed from the air traffic, inside a four man team of Special Operatives from Har Land.

"Alright guys, you know the plan. As soon as we get down there we find our way here (Points to a position on a map) and get all our equipment right on down into this subway system. We find our location and set up camp. We'll be landing close to the action in the capitol, so stay low and get out of sight quickly.

The pilot turns back to the men, "Hold onto your seats boys, this is gonna be a rough ride in!"

Suddely the chopper drops down fifty feet to just skim above the tree tops to keep a low profile upon insertion.



Meanwhile, the rest of the plan is going off without a hitch except at LZ Bravo, closest to Buechoria's capital. Marines encountered light resistance upon arrival, but the fighting has died down and the civilians are safely lifted away.


Hours later the ebassy has been completely evacuated, and now extracting the Marines gaurding the embassy.


In a small field about five miles from the outskirts of Buechorian capitol, the lead blackhawk touches down as the following one orbits in a pattern for cover fire.

Leader of the team James Gastovski steps off onto the land "GO GO GO" as his men follow. They run into a nearby grouping of trees and signal the hawks away. He pulls out his map and compass. "Alright guys, it's going to be a hike. Our entry point into the tunnel complex of the old subway system is two miles south south east. There should be an access hatch near the outskirts of the city. Lets go!"

Derek nodded and rose slowly but surely, leaning equally on the mop and Karla.

Meanwhile, Josh Austin almost ripped the door off of his blue Citroen C2. He hopped inside, turned the ignition and drove out of his apartment. Josh knew he was going against what the police chief said: "I don't want you doing another huge problem like this alone. We're sending in the KSK, not you!". Austin chuckled and reminded himself it would take days for the KSK to arrive and do anything. As he drove, he noticed less and less cars going to downtown Virka. He slowed down at the sight of a police blockade. Instead of turning around, he sped up till he reached the poor vehicles limits and practically flew over the police cars stopping the flow of traffic to the parliment. Assured he made it, he drove to the front of the parliment. He unholstered his trusty .357 Magnum and ran up to the doors of the parliment. He looked inside to see a woman helping a wounded man limping on her side and with a mop...

Karla looked and saw a man with a gun. She didn't recognize him, and he had a gun; however, he had no Nazi insignia. Karla regarded him warily, and asked Derek, "Can you go any faster, or no?"

Derek shook his head. Suddenly, the 5 Nazis walked through the doorway and aimed their weapons at Karla and Derek. "Anschlag!!" one of the guards screamed. Austin stared at the gaurds, then decided he better help the two. Aiming his revolver, he shot a round at the glass door and ran through the shattered remains. "Put down your weapons or die you Nazi assholes!" The Nazis decided they would rather shoot than freeze. Bullets whizzed past Derek and Karla. The revolver fired off it's remaining 6 rounds, all of them hitting the guards. "Wow, I'm a better shot than i thought!" Austin whispered to himself. He ran to Karla "Are you two alright?!"

She looked at Derek. "I'm fine. Derek was shot earlier. I don't think any of the Nazis got him now, though. Thanks for rescuing us. I'm Karla Weiss, and this is Derek Smith."

Josh nodded. "I'm Joshua Austin, Lieutenant Detective of the Distrcit Police HQ. Uh..." Josh scratched his head "Have you seen Graf von Brixen?"

"Geh geh geh!" Screamed the Nazi officer. 10 Trenchcoat clad soldiers ran down the main hallway, then shoot at Karla, Josh and Derek. "C'mon, we gotta get out of here!" Yelled a suprised Josh. Austin flipped Derek onto his back and preformed a firemen's carry, then pulled Karla's forarm, dragging her along the hallway till they reached the door. Josh gently lay Derek into the back seat and gestured for Karla to get in the front. The car started with an enourmous roar as Austin drove the car to it's limits to escape the parliment building....

Mikhail Brusilov's arm dropped from his cot and hit the cold concrete floor. On instinct he jerked it back up and his eyes flung open. As they adjusted, a figure began forming in the dimly lit confines of his 'room', actually a small erected structure at the ARSB main base in Buechoria.

His left hand, out of view from the 'intruder', slowly reached under his cot, gripping the handle of his RSP-60 special forces pistol... Silently, he flipped the safety off, for he had always kept it loaded. As his eyes continued adjusting to the conditions the light in his room flipped on, blinding him... Just then a voice erupted... "Sergeant Brusilov?"

Mikhail sighed in relief and brought his hand up from the pistol... His eyes now revealed the rigid six foot man, the liasion between the special forces here on base and the rest of the military. "Lieutenant Alixanov... What brings you here?"

The lieutenant leaned against a metal table... "Well... There's essentially been a coup de etat here in Buechoria..." At this, Brusilov sat up in his military issue cot... Alixanov looked away for a minute then faced Brusilov again... "And... They need to get the situation under control... Well, command wasn't too happy about it and especially the fact, that if the entire military was used, collateral damage could be catastrophic to our relations with the Buechorian people and about every other nation present in this country..." He was cut off by Mikhail...

"Eh, cut the political shit out... I could care less. What's the pre-op analysis?" Mikhail spat out, slowly maneuvering to where his feet were on the floor, he pulled on one of his nearby shirts.

Alixanov stiffled a laugh... "Just as I remember you... Its been a long time..." Mikhail nodded. "Anyways, they say some Nazi group has captured the nation's leader and his wife. The leader of the group is, right now, in the parliament building." Alixanov fumbled with a folder between his arm and his side before handing a handful of documents to Mikhail. "Those documents are what we know about the people behind the coup. There's also their supposed locations and a few notes. A few possible locations of where the Buechorian leader and his wife are being held."

Mikhail took the sheets and paged through them... All three of them. "You guys must not know much about em'?"

Alixanov shook his head.. "Not much. Frankly, we didn't pay too much attention to the Buechorian government, or at least its parties. That is... Until now."

Mikhail snickered a bit... "Typical." He stood up, revealing his muscular six foot two inch, blond haired frame... "Well, if this is all I have to work with, then so be it. I'll get the job done..." He stopped for a second and pondered his last statement... "Err... What exactly is the job? And will I be doing this alone?"

Alixanov shook his head... "You'll be partnered with..." He coughed... Mikhail cocked an eyebrow... "Boris Kutuzov..." Mikhail dropped his head...

"Not that asshole... Why? Why'd they partner me with him? Didn't those idiots up there see our past track record with each other?" Mikhail sneered, an angered look on his face.

Alixanov drew a deep breath... "Well, he's one of the best political operatives we have. He's also not too bad in espionage, proving himself in numerous cases, especially in Romakia..." Once again, he was cut off by the rather explosive Mikhail...

"Damn, I remember Romakia... That ass sold me out. I was nearly killed because of him!" Mikhail began pacing his half of the room...

Alixanov spoke up, "Yeah, but..." Cut off... Again.

Mikhail looked up and stopped... "But what? You weren't there... You didn't have to stare down the barrel of the Romakian gun, wondering if that twitching Romakian finger around the trigger was about to pull it and send a nice-sized bullet traveling through your skull. You didn't have to watch him identify you as an OMON agent. That ass hole has always been that way with me... Thankfully I haven't seen him since the Romakia incident."

Alixanov shrugged... "It was not my decision, comrade... I highly doubt you'll bet getting a new partner, so I'd advise just play with the cards you were dealt."

Mikhail nodded... "I'll repay him the favor some day..." He grabbed his tactical vest and donned it, slinging his RSR-39S special forces carbine. He shoved a few loaded magazines into the vest as well as a few supplies, his RSP-60 pistol, some magazines for it, a tactical LED flashlight, and a few other things... He grabbed his rucksack, already filled with everything he'd need, including a mobile JIIDRS system (the system found in the VEPR combat suit). He began heading for the door before Alixanov's arm shot out and held him back...

"Comrade... You don't even know your mission yet." Alixanov said, as Mikhail stepped back and turned to face the lieutenant... "Your first mission is to locate their president and his wife, secure them, then the real fun begins... You'll recieve mission updates regularly across your VEPR link. There's an HVC-03 out on the tarmac waiting for you... Your friend's inside..."

Mikhail smirked and headed out the door, curving towards the awaiting HVC-03, its massive rotors slowly twirling about, her massive turbines whining to full power. Within a minute of brisk walking he arrived to the helo, he nodded to the two loadmasters and headed up the ramp. His eyes caught the gaze of the seated Kutuzov. He headed into the aircraft and sat across from the man. Boris glanced across... "Mikhail... I'd like to say..."

"Shove it... I've heard enough of your shit. We can talk later, I've got something better to do..." Mikhail volatilely replied, leaning back in his rather plush seat, this was a diplomatic helicopter after all... He began dozing off, eventually snoring...

A good forty-five minutes later and the helicopter landed at a rural airport just outside of Virka, the capitol of Buechoria. The two men quickly threw their equipment in the back of an OMON-acquired car, a small emerald green Lupo, a common car in Virka. The two men immediately began their journey, arriving at their OMON-acquired 'safe-house' ten minutes later...

The two men would begin their operations the next day with Boris Kutuzov infiltrating the NSDAP leadership... Mikhail would be the brawn and tactical genius required while Kutuzov acquired the information that gave Mikhail the chance to do what he does best.

Josh kept his foot on the gas until he decided it was annoying hearing the two inside his car. He stopped the car on the side of a road and told Derek and karla to wait there. Reaching into his pocket, Josh pulled out a card with his number on it. He shut the door and sped off.

"God.. Damn.. Citroen..." Austin fiddled with the steering wheel, but his control was limited. A piece of tire that had come of a truck had gotten into one of the axels causing the car to spin rapidly out of control. Up ahead was the same green Lupo Mikail and Boris drove, in front of the innercity safehouse. "SHIT!" Josh yelled as he ducked down and braced for impact. The car collided with the Volkkswagen and smoke erupted from the hood. 'Ughhh.." Josh moaned as he struggled to get out of the car. He walked over to the door of the townhouse, rang the buzzer and prayed to God soemone inside could help him..

Ziggys, for great justice!

Robert Forrester was a Foregien Special Service agent , he was hired by the Brydog Government to respond to Nazi threats in foregien nations. He was in bar when he learned that Nazis have taking over the Buechorian Parliment Buliding. He drove his supercharged Crown Victoria across the street from the Parliment Buliding, he sat watching the buliding with his M-4 SOPMOD on his lap.

"Get me out of the building. Too many people already know I'm here. I want all guards currently here to continue gujarding the building. Get the driver ready to take me back to the warehouse." Graf spoke loudly to a nearby commanding officer of his militia. Just minutes later the Fuso revved up and drove off with Graf in the passenger seat. Ten Nazi soldiers marched to the front of the building and began their guard duty, each one inspecting their sidearms.

Steve followed the Fuso. "Ok, where are you taking me' he said to himself while following the van.

(OOC: Buechorias main language is German and occasionally I'll have some of the characters speak it)

"Schauen Sie geehrten Herrn, ein Auto folgt uns." Spoke the driver, as he gestured to the large mirror on the side of the truck. The CV cast a shadow that caught the drivers eye. After hearing this, the militia officer nodded and opened a small glass hatch that allowed him to communicate with the people in back. "Gehen Sie die Maschine Gewehr hinaus - wir haben einen Verfolger!" The soldiers in back nodded and took out a stolen M240G Machine Gun. One of the soldiers crept to the door and after getting the signal, released the hatch. The door flew open and the MG began spraying bullets everywhere behind it...

Then a other agent with Steve pops out of the side with a LAW-66 and fires it.

"Erhalten Sie unten!" screamed the man firing the M240G, but it was too late. The rocket careened towards the end of the truck and hit the bumper, causing the back end to burst into flames. Five soldiers jumped off the ignited truck onto the road, trying to escape the explosion.

In the back of the truck was Graf von Brixen. "Get me out of here!" he yelled into a walkie-talkie. He waited several minutes until a BO-105 helicopter lowered itself over the truck and let down a rope ladder which von Brixen promtply grabbed onto. As soon as the helicopter flew away, the fire onboard the Fuso hit the fuel tank on the side, causing it to explode into thousands of pieces of flaming shrapnel. The remains oif the truck flew down the road straight towards Steve's car...

As the sound of the crash erupted and eminated through the building, a sturdy brick structure, Boris and Mikhail looked at each other... A sense of fear was transmitted between the two and each instinctively grabbed the nearest weapon, for their immediate thoughts were that their mission had been compromised... Boris brought up his RSP-60 service pistol, his hand fluidly bringing back the slide, letting it loose and loading a shell into the chamber... Mikhail snagged the RSR-39S carbine and brought it up, he silently pulled the charging handle back, letting it slide ahead, loading a shell into the chamber. He also grabbed the silencer and twisted it onto the threaded barrel of the RSR-39S. Boris had already had a silencer on his RSP-60. Just then, a few knocks were heard against the solid oak of the door...

Mikhail motioned for Boris to answer the door, as he slid behind a reclinder and trained his assault rifle's Kobra II red-dot scope on the crack of the door. He motioned for Boris to answer it and Boris complied, placing his boot against the door and putting his left hand around the handle... His right hand held the pistol. He slowly turned the handle, the pistol sliding around the edge... The man would only see a shrouded assault rifle aimed at him as well as a silenced pistol, both trained on his chest. As he opened the door, Boris had glanced through the window and spotted the two smashed cars, that decided his next action. As the door opened enough, he quickly emerged, grabbing the man by his shirt and pulling him inside. He quickly slammed his back against the door, closing it... His left hand expertly threw the lock. Immediately after it came up around the man's neck, the pistol's silencer firmly placed at the point where his neck met his skull...

Mikhail emerged from the darkness and quickly searched the man... Nothing... He stood back a few feet and kept his rifle at the ready... Boris spoke next... "Who the hell are you?" This wouldn't have happened this way, there was too much to risk, but, they were caught off guard, still wearing their ARSB OMON gear, as they had freshly arrived, but a few minutes earlier.

At this point, Boris and Mikhail could care less if they had to neutralize a few innocent civilians. If this was some hapless citizen, they'd probably kill him. If it was someone worthwhile, they wouldn't. And if it was someone who works for the NSDAP, they'd be used. Then shot... Mercilessly. Their bodies would end up somewhere in the Buechorian wilderness. Unless they were high-priority, then they'd be transported to some other OMON spooks for some sensory deprivation... How OMON loved that mode of information gathering.

Karla turned to Derek. "Do you have any clue where we are?"

Derek shook his head. "No idea; He was quite rude. Say, do you see that smoke?" Derek pointed towards a rising column of smoke away in the distance. "Maybe it was good he threw us out of the car.."

Austin instictively reached for his holster but realized his empty .357 magnum was in the car. After being searched and asked who he was, he began to speak. "I'm Joshua Austin, Lieutenant Detective of the Virka district police." He looked in his pocklet and pullet out a tattered cover with an old faded police badge loosely hanging from it. "Uh, that's nothing." Josh cursed to himself and put the badge away, knowing it made him look like an idiot. "I just got out of one hell of a firefight with some NSDAP guys up at the parliment." The two agents weren't wearing trenchcoats and an armband, so Josh knew they couldn't be Nazis. "I know you aren't Nazis, so who are you?"

"Do you think you can walk that far? If you ask me, I think the best course of action is to hitchhike back to the city and get you to a hospital."

"No, but I do agree with getting a ride. I'll get gangrene sooner or later if I don't get propar treatment." Derek wearily responded, watching various cars zoom past them

James and his men worked their way to the tunnel access point. In a small clearing of some brush was a small depression, and at the bottom a hatch. James' radio operator cleared some sticks off of it and then opened the hatch. The tunnel below appear clear.

All four men hopped down, James said to his men: "Alright, our location to set up should be about five hundred meters this way *points to his left*" They move out.

They proceed approximately a hundred meters down the tunnel they hear footsteps and a man with a German accent saying "ZIS! WAY! ZIS IS WHERE THEY WERE HEADED". Behind, James hear more feet approaching and as their shadows came into view the Nazi's opened fire with AK47's. James and his men quickly returned fire with their M4 SOPMODS, but were outnumbered and there was no cover in this ten foot wide tunnel.

Within moments all of James' men were dead, and he was hit. A nazi walked up over his bleed body. "Zis one is alive! Take him with us!" James' conciousness soon gave way. When he awoke to a pain in his arm and shoulder from the bullet wounds to hear the voice of the nazi once more "Save your strengh mister, you're going to need it for us..."

Karla spotted a branch. "Here, use this, and lean on me." She stuck out her thumb and handed the branch to Derek.

Derek thanked Karla and leaned on the branch. He watched several cars come by and finally one pulled over. It was a black Volkswagen Beetle. The man driving reached over the passenger seat and opened the door. "Need a lift?' He asked in a calm and friendly tone.

Karla climbed in and helped Derek in. "We're going to the hospital. He hurt his knee. Farm equipment is very dangerous, you know." She hadn't actually lied, because she believed it was wrong to lie.

The man nodded and drove the car along the street. "I'm Eric, Eric Ridgeway." Eric smiled, revealing his clean white teeth. Soon, the lights of the Virka Bay Hospital could be seen, as Eric parked the VW in the practically empty garage...

"Thank you ever so much, Eric. I'm Karla, and this is Derek." She exited the car and helped Derek out and into the hospital.

James slowly regained full concousness, but kept himself still. The nazi walked back in and ordered the nurse to prep James to be moved. As soon as he left the room james sprung up and with his right hand grabbed the nurse's mouth and held it tight. "Shhhhhhhhh" he said. James slowly removed his hand from her mouth and stood up, slowly taking the IV out of his left arm and grabbing a bandaid off the table to cover the hole from the IV. His left arm and shoulder bandaged where the bullets hit and only in his pants he was orignally wearing he walked to the door. Peeping slowly outside standing was a young nazi gaurd, and the rest of the hallway was empty. James kicked the door open and cuffed the gaurds neck with his right hand. Squeezing to crush his windpipe and stop him from screaming. The gaurd holding his neck allowed James to reach for the gaurds sidearm, a Tokarev TT33. James lifted it to the gaurds forhead and fired a single round in the fear wrought face of the young nazi.

The sound triggered gaurds from the surrounding halls to come running, James bolted to the nearest stairwell and raced down...

The almost inauidble sound of a pistol's hammer being pulled back registers with James as he moves down the stairwell, coming from a corner at one of the landings, the lightbulb above it curiously put out of commision, and rather recently. A man's outline becomes visable as he steps away from the wall. The outline gains a voice.

"Hold it."

James stops immediately, plants his feet and raises his weapon. "Who's there"?

A man steps out of the shadows. He has brown hair, blue eyes, and is of an average build. He wears street clothes, mainly jeans and a t-shirt Currently the most striking feature about him is the 10mm pistol he holds in his hand, complete with scilencer. A trained eye could make it out as a Triancain Hawk. He grimaces at James when he's addressed. "Someone smarter than you, apparently. Barreling down this stairway is hardly stealth." He brings his weapon down, and holsters it at the small of his back. "Are you interested in getting out of here alive?"

Boris glanced over to Mikhail, who lowered the barrel of his RSR-39S. Mikhail gave a slight nod to Boris who let go of the Buechorian. After doing so, Boris backed off... Mikhail let the RSR-39S fall to its sling, he then began to speak. "Comrade..." He glanced to Boris then returned his gaze to the Buechorian... "Comrade Joshua Austin? Yes... You were in our intelligence report of possible allies in this operation... Part of the Virka police. Ah, enough with that. I'm Sergeant Mikhail Brusilov, ARSB OMON Intelligence operative. And..." He motioned to his partner, "This is Junior Sergeant Boris Kutuzov... He's an OMON Intelligence spook."

He motioned for the man to sit down... And as soon as Austin sat down, so did Boris and Mikhail, each taking a seat flanking him...

Mikhail spoke up first... "It's amazing... The international presence in here. What do they expect to do? I mean, I'm surprised the ARSB government or even Hirgizstan, Kazikhstania, or Belem didn't go apeshit over what's happening now, the fact that foreign agents are romping around in Buechoria. There has to be a handful of countries with their so-called operatives sleuthing around this city." He sighed... "I wonder if those NSDAP idiots realize that their country has at least a million foreign soldiers in it. Of course they're all friendly... But still. The most they can hope to capture is Virka. If they try to go anywhere else, I've been told that the entire 56th Airborne Infantry Division and possibly the VI Corps will surround the city."

He continued again.. "It just beats me why we haven't surrounded the city already and just shoved the SpetsNaz Pathfinders into this. Then this entire ordeal would've been over with two hours ago. But, BTO Command didn't want any damage done to the civilians, the infrastructure, and relations between the Buechorian people and the ARSB forces. So, they've sent us..."

Boris scowled slightly and looked to Austin... "So, what do you know about your leader's whereabouts. Any help would be appreciated... We'll get your leader before we squash this rebellion."

James lowers his weapon to only point at the upper chest of this Trancian Hawk to gain sight of the face. "What are you proposing?"

The emergency room nurse looked Derek over. She quickly moved him into a room. A doctor with a lab coat entered.

The man raises his eyebrows. "Respond to a question with yet another question, ehh?" He geastures down the stairs. "I think we could both get out of here, if you're willing to drop that weapon and pretend like I'm a family member taking you home." He nods to the armed indivual in front of him. "Name's Gary Colist, by the way. I'm a special agent with Triancia's Royal Intelligence Service."

Josh thoguth deeply and began to speak. "I heard rumors Graf was operating out of a wherehouse. I think that's where Helms might be. But hey, I'm just a detective." Josh shrugged and went through his hair with his hand.