Carpathian States
28-08-2004, 01:20
OOC: I have permission to do this. I'll leave the casualties up to you, Jonothana.
The five men gathered together, within a small town of Jonothana, in the slums of the country. It seemed as if this was its own separate nation. These people literally lived in their own garbage. They survived though, depending upon each other for food, shelter, and hope... That's why their lives needed to be cut short. Anyone living in this filth obviously didn't care about their lives, and didn't try to do anything good for themselves. The group of men, of Carpathian origin, walked around a few blocks, surveying the city, and memorizing specific points.
"Josef, remember this specific location. When the time comes, I want you to come back here. Eva, you take the position over there. Greg, I want you on the opposite side of the block, next to the...green garbage truck. Brett, you need to go kitty-corner to that abandoned building, with the yellow and green sign. I'll take my position in the center of this filth."
They each took their position, as ordered by the Captain. Five minutes later, after each of them radioed into the Captain, the order was given.
"Start gassing the trash!" the Captain shouted in the radio.
The families here lived in houses built from trash, so it would be very easy to light the entire town of fire. The Captain was suprised that this didn't happen earlier, on accident. The entire group began emptying their gasoline tanks (1 gallon), at a very fast pase, as to not give the city-dwellers any chance to stop them. All within 10 seconds, the gasoline tanks were empty, and the second order was given.
"Light the fire!" shouted the Captain.
They each dropped a match, just as some of the residents got up, and started running towards the group. The streets lit up in flames, heading straight for the garbage houses that all of the families stayed in. It was a sad sight. They all relied on each other for survival, and even now, they stuck together, even when their lives were at risk. The men made sure that the women and children were out of the house, but some were too late.
"At least they'll die in honor...for a cause." thought the Captain.
The group disappeared within the smoke of the fire, that was already raging in the town, destroying many houses. They had left for their coordinates that they had set earlier, after the task at hand was completed. Now all that was left was to watch the news...
The five men gathered together, within a small town of Jonothana, in the slums of the country. It seemed as if this was its own separate nation. These people literally lived in their own garbage. They survived though, depending upon each other for food, shelter, and hope... That's why their lives needed to be cut short. Anyone living in this filth obviously didn't care about their lives, and didn't try to do anything good for themselves. The group of men, of Carpathian origin, walked around a few blocks, surveying the city, and memorizing specific points.
"Josef, remember this specific location. When the time comes, I want you to come back here. Eva, you take the position over there. Greg, I want you on the opposite side of the block, next to the...green garbage truck. Brett, you need to go kitty-corner to that abandoned building, with the yellow and green sign. I'll take my position in the center of this filth."
They each took their position, as ordered by the Captain. Five minutes later, after each of them radioed into the Captain, the order was given.
"Start gassing the trash!" the Captain shouted in the radio.
The families here lived in houses built from trash, so it would be very easy to light the entire town of fire. The Captain was suprised that this didn't happen earlier, on accident. The entire group began emptying their gasoline tanks (1 gallon), at a very fast pase, as to not give the city-dwellers any chance to stop them. All within 10 seconds, the gasoline tanks were empty, and the second order was given.
"Light the fire!" shouted the Captain.
They each dropped a match, just as some of the residents got up, and started running towards the group. The streets lit up in flames, heading straight for the garbage houses that all of the families stayed in. It was a sad sight. They all relied on each other for survival, and even now, they stuck together, even when their lives were at risk. The men made sure that the women and children were out of the house, but some were too late.
"At least they'll die in honor...for a cause." thought the Captain.
The group disappeared within the smoke of the fire, that was already raging in the town, destroying many houses. They had left for their coordinates that they had set earlier, after the task at hand was completed. Now all that was left was to watch the news...