Sirens of Titan
23-08-2004, 13:46
OOC: Camewot contacted me about this. Everything happens with his consent.
Charles DuPont was sitting in his office when the phone rang. Another assassination? Probably. He decided not to answer it because he grew weary of all the killing. His home was little more than a stack of bricks and the money he earned was spent on lawyers and to bribe police officers to keep him out of jail. His only real friend George Costinack was also in town so he decided to surprise him with a little visit and a bottle of Scotch.
DuPont was walking through the busy traffic of Karnak and saw all the fancy shops who were only visited by the small and incredibly powerful upper layers of the completely wrecked society of Sirens of Titan. DuPont's shabby suit and old dirty shoes made people think he slept under bridges. After 15 minutes of moving through the masses he finally reached Costinacks little appartment. As always the door was open because nobody dared to mess around with him. People respected him and he was feared by many. DuPont walked and he suddenly heared the voice of Costinack.
'My friend! Sit and listen! I received a message from somebody in Camewot. He says he has a job for us.'
'Not another killing. I'm so tired of those...'
'Well he asked us to make it look dramatic, a bomb or something like that.'
'Hmmm, well bombings are something we haven't done in ages. How much does he pay?'
'80 Million, 40 million each.'
'Which currency?'
'Holy Panooly Standards'
'Do it. I need the money and frankly, blowing shit up is something I'm dying to do.'
'I'll contact him and say it is ok.'
'But how do we get in Camewot?'
'By plane of course. Don't worry I'll arrange everything.'
DuPont looked at Costinack and even though his friend made a terrible attempt at calming him he was very worried. Each time they chose to accept a job from a person they didn't know they were risking arrest or even worse. 80 million Standards is a lot of money and DuPont was seriously considering not to join in. The money... The chances of capture are high but the mob aren't the people to chat friendly about money with a cup of tea. No, he had to do this.
3 Days later...
'Are you really confident about this one Costinack? I mean... You know... I almost got caught killing the leader of British Communists. Who are we going to kill anyway?'
'I don't know. We'll find out in Camewot. You know DuPont I also need the money and I'm prepared to take some serious risks for that.'
'Even when you risk losing your own friend?'
Costinack was silent. He couldn't answer this question. 80 Million was a lot of money but his only friend who helped him in nearly everything.
'You know what Costinack. I'll go with you. Remember in the training camp? Death or Victory. I have strong doubts about this one but we'll see if we can pull it off nonetheless.'
'You are truly a friend'
Hours later at the airport...
The 2 men checked in easily. All the customs at Sirens of Titan airport have been bribed and as usual, no one remembers a thing. On board they sat down in first class and waited till the airplane lifts off and heads for Camewot. The flight was most relaxing for the tense men. When the plane landed it was cold in Camewot. A freezing breeze blowed the last few tourists of the land and the only people who came out of the plane were business men from allies of Camewot. Costinack heard people talking lots of different languages. They would get what they deserve in time.
Everything went well, except at the customs. It almost seemed if someone recognized DuPont. Since his assassination on the British Communist leader he was wanted in nearly all of the communist nations around the globe. Thankfully he was allowed to move on. The fake moustache and other make up helped him this time. Mr Costinack was allowed to pass without any trouble.
A taxi drove them off Jensen International Airport to Jensen the Camewottian capital. Mr Costinack's contact would wait in an inn called 'The waggon and horses'. He would go to them and brief them about their mission. Upon their arrival at the inn a small man with a red face said he was waiting for them and showed them the way in.
'Goodafternoon gentlemen. No time to chat, here's what I want you to do. Your target is a chap named Danc L. Asamba. He's the leader of the Extreme Socialist Party in Camewot. He poses a huge threat to ehm... various politicians and he needs to disappear fast. We don't care how you do it but it needs to be done this month. If you manage to kill members of his party, all the better but he is the prime target. Make sure you create a link between the killing and the CCD.'
'What's the CCD?'
'Camewottian Conservative Democracts'
Heh well mister we'll handle this simle job nicely.'
Okay. Well in 5 days there's a large party meeting in this congresshall. Perhaps you two can do it it there.'
The man gave Costinack and DuPont a flyer and then they had to leave. Now they were on their on. Even if they didn't get paid they could mess up their capital big time. The walked through the streets of Jenses and saw a beggar lying around.
'Hey pal, wanna earn a quick buck?'
'How much?'
'$1000.'
'Deal... Wha do you want me to do?'
'Hire a truck for us. A large one. We'll dress you up, you hire one and we'll pay you. Simple as that.'
And so it went. The beggar got his $1000 and Costinack and DuPont got their big truck. Having a big truck (something like this http://www.military.cz/panzer/tanks/czecho_slovakia/tatra111/image/tatra111_2.jpg) is well and good but it needs explosives. That's not a problem. With a few barrels of gasoline and artificial fertilizer one could make a great bomb. And that's just what Costinack and DuPont were going to do. Getting the fertilizer was easy, they just bought it from a farmer. A few barrels of gas were stolen from a factory yard and they were ready to rock Jensen.
The electronics required for the detonator was easy to make; they ripped parts of remote controls, cellphones and other devices to make a compact detonation device.
4 Days later...
The day was near and everything was ready. The fertilizer was loaded in the truck (roughly 500 KG) and 5 40 gallon barrels filled with gasoline. Enough to blow a block of houses away so one congress hall would be gone for sure. The next day Jenses would see some nice fireworks...
The next day, 9 AM
The meeting would start in 2 hour so there was no time for breakfast. The timer was set on 10:30 AM when everybody would be inside the building. The chairman and several other party members were already there but the target Danc L. Asamba wasn't there. While Costinack and DuPont didn't know if he was there already they decided to take the gamble. DuPont overheard members saying everyone was expected to be 1 hour before the congress started. The truck had a permission to stand there for 4 hours supposed to wait for an order from a nearby shop. As long as the police didn't look into it, everything was fine. A vague reference to the CCD was easy; Costinack made a few phoney death threats in e-mail and telephone and dropped some fake hate mail in his letterbox.
The members of the ESP began walking in and Mr Costinack noticed Danc L. Asamba in the doorway welcoming all others. He was there alright. Now it was time to get the hell out before that thing exploded. They took a cab and returned to their hotel, a place as far away as possible.
10 Minutes before the blast... The streets were busy, people shopping and the truck standing where it should be. In theory, because they didn't where there. Assuming everything would turn out well, they would be 80 million standards richer tomorrow. Costinack and DuPont both looked at their watches and were counting down... 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1... It was if a nuclear bomb exploded in the middle of the city. The earth shook and in sky an inmense fireball was seen sucking up all nearby buildings. Nobody could survive something like that.
Charles DuPont was sitting in his office when the phone rang. Another assassination? Probably. He decided not to answer it because he grew weary of all the killing. His home was little more than a stack of bricks and the money he earned was spent on lawyers and to bribe police officers to keep him out of jail. His only real friend George Costinack was also in town so he decided to surprise him with a little visit and a bottle of Scotch.
DuPont was walking through the busy traffic of Karnak and saw all the fancy shops who were only visited by the small and incredibly powerful upper layers of the completely wrecked society of Sirens of Titan. DuPont's shabby suit and old dirty shoes made people think he slept under bridges. After 15 minutes of moving through the masses he finally reached Costinacks little appartment. As always the door was open because nobody dared to mess around with him. People respected him and he was feared by many. DuPont walked and he suddenly heared the voice of Costinack.
'My friend! Sit and listen! I received a message from somebody in Camewot. He says he has a job for us.'
'Not another killing. I'm so tired of those...'
'Well he asked us to make it look dramatic, a bomb or something like that.'
'Hmmm, well bombings are something we haven't done in ages. How much does he pay?'
'80 Million, 40 million each.'
'Which currency?'
'Holy Panooly Standards'
'Do it. I need the money and frankly, blowing shit up is something I'm dying to do.'
'I'll contact him and say it is ok.'
'But how do we get in Camewot?'
'By plane of course. Don't worry I'll arrange everything.'
DuPont looked at Costinack and even though his friend made a terrible attempt at calming him he was very worried. Each time they chose to accept a job from a person they didn't know they were risking arrest or even worse. 80 million Standards is a lot of money and DuPont was seriously considering not to join in. The money... The chances of capture are high but the mob aren't the people to chat friendly about money with a cup of tea. No, he had to do this.
3 Days later...
'Are you really confident about this one Costinack? I mean... You know... I almost got caught killing the leader of British Communists. Who are we going to kill anyway?'
'I don't know. We'll find out in Camewot. You know DuPont I also need the money and I'm prepared to take some serious risks for that.'
'Even when you risk losing your own friend?'
Costinack was silent. He couldn't answer this question. 80 Million was a lot of money but his only friend who helped him in nearly everything.
'You know what Costinack. I'll go with you. Remember in the training camp? Death or Victory. I have strong doubts about this one but we'll see if we can pull it off nonetheless.'
'You are truly a friend'
Hours later at the airport...
The 2 men checked in easily. All the customs at Sirens of Titan airport have been bribed and as usual, no one remembers a thing. On board they sat down in first class and waited till the airplane lifts off and heads for Camewot. The flight was most relaxing for the tense men. When the plane landed it was cold in Camewot. A freezing breeze blowed the last few tourists of the land and the only people who came out of the plane were business men from allies of Camewot. Costinack heard people talking lots of different languages. They would get what they deserve in time.
Everything went well, except at the customs. It almost seemed if someone recognized DuPont. Since his assassination on the British Communist leader he was wanted in nearly all of the communist nations around the globe. Thankfully he was allowed to move on. The fake moustache and other make up helped him this time. Mr Costinack was allowed to pass without any trouble.
A taxi drove them off Jensen International Airport to Jensen the Camewottian capital. Mr Costinack's contact would wait in an inn called 'The waggon and horses'. He would go to them and brief them about their mission. Upon their arrival at the inn a small man with a red face said he was waiting for them and showed them the way in.
'Goodafternoon gentlemen. No time to chat, here's what I want you to do. Your target is a chap named Danc L. Asamba. He's the leader of the Extreme Socialist Party in Camewot. He poses a huge threat to ehm... various politicians and he needs to disappear fast. We don't care how you do it but it needs to be done this month. If you manage to kill members of his party, all the better but he is the prime target. Make sure you create a link between the killing and the CCD.'
'What's the CCD?'
'Camewottian Conservative Democracts'
Heh well mister we'll handle this simle job nicely.'
Okay. Well in 5 days there's a large party meeting in this congresshall. Perhaps you two can do it it there.'
The man gave Costinack and DuPont a flyer and then they had to leave. Now they were on their on. Even if they didn't get paid they could mess up their capital big time. The walked through the streets of Jenses and saw a beggar lying around.
'Hey pal, wanna earn a quick buck?'
'How much?'
'$1000.'
'Deal... Wha do you want me to do?'
'Hire a truck for us. A large one. We'll dress you up, you hire one and we'll pay you. Simple as that.'
And so it went. The beggar got his $1000 and Costinack and DuPont got their big truck. Having a big truck (something like this http://www.military.cz/panzer/tanks/czecho_slovakia/tatra111/image/tatra111_2.jpg) is well and good but it needs explosives. That's not a problem. With a few barrels of gasoline and artificial fertilizer one could make a great bomb. And that's just what Costinack and DuPont were going to do. Getting the fertilizer was easy, they just bought it from a farmer. A few barrels of gas were stolen from a factory yard and they were ready to rock Jensen.
The electronics required for the detonator was easy to make; they ripped parts of remote controls, cellphones and other devices to make a compact detonation device.
4 Days later...
The day was near and everything was ready. The fertilizer was loaded in the truck (roughly 500 KG) and 5 40 gallon barrels filled with gasoline. Enough to blow a block of houses away so one congress hall would be gone for sure. The next day Jenses would see some nice fireworks...
The next day, 9 AM
The meeting would start in 2 hour so there was no time for breakfast. The timer was set on 10:30 AM when everybody would be inside the building. The chairman and several other party members were already there but the target Danc L. Asamba wasn't there. While Costinack and DuPont didn't know if he was there already they decided to take the gamble. DuPont overheard members saying everyone was expected to be 1 hour before the congress started. The truck had a permission to stand there for 4 hours supposed to wait for an order from a nearby shop. As long as the police didn't look into it, everything was fine. A vague reference to the CCD was easy; Costinack made a few phoney death threats in e-mail and telephone and dropped some fake hate mail in his letterbox.
The members of the ESP began walking in and Mr Costinack noticed Danc L. Asamba in the doorway welcoming all others. He was there alright. Now it was time to get the hell out before that thing exploded. They took a cab and returned to their hotel, a place as far away as possible.
10 Minutes before the blast... The streets were busy, people shopping and the truck standing where it should be. In theory, because they didn't where there. Assuming everything would turn out well, they would be 80 million standards richer tomorrow. Costinack and DuPont both looked at their watches and were counting down... 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1... It was if a nuclear bomb exploded in the middle of the city. The earth shook and in sky an inmense fireball was seen sucking up all nearby buildings. Nobody could survive something like that.