NationStates Jolt Archive

A man sits on a bench in a park. Snow falls down onto the sidewalk before him, yet he does not shiver underneath his large coat and fur hat. The man grabs a newspaper from underneath his arm and flips through a few pages. When he reaches the business section, he stops at the stocks. He folds the paper in half horizontally so the words "Stock Exchange" show. He puts the paper on his lap and then begins looking at the people in the park.

Another man, similarly dressed, walks up to the man and sits down beside him.

"Hello." says the man with the newspaper.
"Good morning. How are the stocks for Aris today?" asks the other man.

The man with the newspaper grins. He stands and hands the newspaper over to the other man.

"Good morning, Fritz." says the standing man.
"Good morning, Karl." replies Fritz.
"Come. Walk with me." Fritz says as he begins to walk away.

The two men walk down the pathway in the open park. They begin talking about the recent weather and about political issues.

"Enough of this meaningless chatter, Karl. I called upon you this winter day for a good reason. The Generals have been speaking. We have advanced Operation Crusade to tonight. The Generals need to know, Karl. Are you prepared?" questions Fritz as he begins kicking pebbles on the walkway.

Karl and Fritz stop walking. Karl stares at Fritz without expression.

"What time?" asks Karl.
"Eleven thirty, most likely. They close at ten, and security will be tight." replies Fritz.
"And what about security?"
"Heavy. At least ten guards on each floor, but we don't know exactly. These aren't your run of the mill rent-a-cops."
"Hmmm," says Karl as he rubs his chin softly, "I believe we can do it."
"The Generals don't want beliefs, Karl. They need assurance."
"We can do it."

Fritz looks at Karl and smiles. He lets loose a small chuckle, and then walks the opposite way from Karl. Karl watches as Fritz leaves him. He then walks over to the sidewalk on his left and hails a taxi.

"Where to, Sir?" asks the driver.
"Eleven Twenty Eight Goodwill Avenue, please." replies Karl.
"That's the Federal Mint, is it not?"
"Yes, it is."
"Okay, Sir. Whatever you want."

The taxi pulls away from the curb and begins driving south on Park Avenue.

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Fritz stands near a pretzel stand seventeen blocks north of the park. The vendor hands him a beverage. Suddenly, his pocket begins ringing. Fritz hands the man five coins and then begins walking north. He pulls his flip phone out of his pocket and waves it in the air twice to get it to open.

"Hello?" Fritz says.
"Seargent Viechal...This is General Cartz. Did you ask Private Klaus?" replies the voice on the other end.
"Yes General. I did."
"And what was his response, Viechal?"
"He will be ready, General."
"Good. Operation Crusade begins at Eleven flat. This is a simple operation. Make sure Klaus doesn't screw it up."
"I will alert Klaus of the operation's signifigance. I will also alert him to meet me two blocks from the mint at ten flat."
"Is it wise of me to assume trust in you?"
"Do not worry, General. We will prevail."
"Very well, Seargent."
"For the Brotherhood of Haven?"
"For the Brotherhood of Haven, Seargent Viechal. For the Brotherhood."

The line cuts and Fritz closes his cell phone. He begins walking west onto Turnip Avenue. His cell phone rings again.

"Hello?"
"Fritz! It is Karl. What time is the Op?"
"Eleven flat. Are you sure we can do this?"
Positive! The M Sixteens came!"
"Good. Very good. Meet me in the parking lot of the Spring Hotel."
"When?"
"Ten flat."
"Yes sir."

The line cuts and Fritz stops at a bus stop. He sits on the bench and shivers a little bit. He begins sipping at his warm beverage. He smiles.

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TNIA HQ, classified location

Increasing, disturbing chatter about a possible overthrow of a foreign government was disquieting to the Tyrandis National Intelligence Agency. The matter however, was placed under security code Tango Alpha Golf

Night falls on the city of Vadlaim. Fritz stands beside a black sedan and checks his watch every so often.

"Damnit...it's nine fifty six...where the hell is Karl?" he murmurs to himself.

A dark blue SUV pulls into the parking lot and parks next to Fritz. Fritz brushes off his heavy coat and adjusts his hat. Karl exits the SUV a walks around to the back.

"Where the hell where you?" questions Fritz.
"It's not even ten and you got your attitude set up. Jesus Christ Fritz, it's not like its eleven or somethin'." replies Karl.
"Shut the hell up. Where are the arms?"

Karl looks at Fritz and smirks. He pulls out two black duffel bags. He hands one to Fritz. Fritz opens the bag. Inside is a black balaclava, goggles, black gloves, an M16A2, H&K SOCOM .45 inch pistol (complete with a LAM), and extra magazines. Also in the bag is a small 12 ounce oxygen tank.

Fritz zips up the bag and looks at Karl, who has his coat on the ground. Karl is completely dressed in black clothing, and begins to put on his balaclava.

Fritz pulls off his coat and reveals similar black clothing. Karl reaches into the hatch area where he got the bags and hands Fritz a Kevlar vest. Karl puts on his own Kevlar vest, and Fritz adjusts his goggles.

Karl grabs his SOCOM pistol out of the bag and holsters it into his hip holster. Fritz matches his actions. Fritz grabs his M16A2 and slides the M203 launcher forward. He slides in a 40mm CS grenade and slides the launcher back. Karl begins putting his extra magazines of ammunition into his hip pockets.

"Are you ready, Private Klaus?" asks Fritz.
"I am ready, Seargent Viechal." replies Karl.

"Good. May a new day dawn for those who stand long..." sings Fritz.
"And the forests will echo with laughter." replies Karl.

Just as Fritz and Karl begin to enter the SUV, a black sedan pulls up and blocks the rear. Karl curses, and Fritz smiles. Three men dressed in black exit the sedan and walk up to the passenger wndow of the SUV. Fritz stares ahead.

"Good evening, Viechal." says one of the men.

Fritz and Karl stare at the men. Fritz smiles.

"Hans! Gunter! Rudiger! Glad you made it!" says Fritz with exitement.
"You didn't think the Brotherhood would let you do this Op alone, did you Fritz?" replies Hans as he enters the SUV. All three men are dressed exactly like Fritz and Karl.
"Nien. I knew they'd send someone."
"Well...congratulations. You get the Cyclones!" replies the man sitting in the middle.
"Woop-dee-f***ing-doo, Rudiger." replies Karl.

Hans moves the sedan out of the SUV's way and enters the SUV. All three of the men are armed exactly like Fritz and Karl.

Karl backs out of the hotel's parking lot and begins driving North on Mint Street.

Take Ass for Granted

[ooc: this is my first RP in like...i'd say 9 months or so.]

The SUV pulls into the large parking lot of the Federal Mint. The truck pulls in sideways and takes up two parking spaces.

"So...Hans?" says Karl.
"Yes, Private Klaus?" responds Hans.
"Any reason why we're here?"
"Heh...do you know what Operation Crusade is, Klaus?" questions Rudiger.

Karl shoots a mean look at Rudiger. Rudiger stares into Karl's firey eyes.

"Yes." responds Karl.
"If so, give me the Op's overview." replies Hans.
"Fine," replies Karl swiftly, "Operation Crusade is the thirtieth Op from the Broterhood of Haven. The mission is to steal a large amount of golden coins from the Federal Mint."
"Nien, Klaus. This Op is an assasination. General Sebastian Driez and Supreme Fuhrer Matthew the Fourth, along with other high-ranking military persons, are taking a grand tour of the Federal Mint tonight at midnight. They will be arriving shortly." replies Gunter.

Karl stares without expression at Gunter. He begins laughing hysterically.

"I am serious, Private Klaus. We will break into the Federal Mint as they take the tour, wipe out the officials and Supreme Fuhrer Matthew the Fourth, and tomorrow...tomorrow the Brotherhood will rule Witzgall!" says Gunter with pleasure and excitement in his voice.

Three black Hummers pull into the parking lot and pass the SUV. They Hummers circle the Federal Mint and pull in front of it. Two men armed with MP5-Ns and M9s and dressed in dark green suits exit each Hummer and begin looking around the parking lot. A black limosine pulls into the parking lot and pulls up beside the Hummers. A driver exits the limo and circles around the long car. He opens up the back door and a man dressed in a grey suit exits. Another man, wearing a black beret and dressed in dark green also exits the limo.

The two men from the limo shake hands with the soldiers from the Hummers.

"See them, Karl? The two men who just exited the limosine?" asks Hans.
"Yeah." replies Karl.
"The man in the suit is Matthew the Fourth, Fuhrer of Witzgall. The man in military dress is General Driez. Those six soldiers have no idea what the hell is going to happen tonight." says Hans.

Hans exits the SUV, as do the rest of the men.

"Here," says Fritz as he hands everyone a small black ear clip, "this is a remote radio. Use it to contact any one of us inside...just in case we split up."

The men test their radios and begin walking towards the front entrance of the mint as the Fuhrer and his guards enter the mint.

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The men crouch and begin silently rushing across the parking lot to the front doors. Two of the soldiers walk outside of the mint holding their MP5-Ns. The five Haven members slowly creep behind the limosine.

The two soldiers lay their MP5-Ns on the steps and one pulls out a cigarette. The man hands a cigarette to the other soldier. He knods, and gladly accepts the smoke. The two men light their cigs.

Gunter lays prone to the ground behind one of the Hummvees. He grabs his SOCOM and slowly stands up. He aims from behind the engine block. The red light from his LAM shines on he soldiers chest as he takes the lighter and slides it into his chest pocket.

Gunter fires twice at the soldier. Karl fires three times at the other soldier from behind the limosine. Gunter and Karl smile at each other as they holster their pistols.

Each of the men stand up slowly to avoid loud noises and grab their M16A2s as they slowly walk towards the front doors of the mint.

When they enter the Federal Mint, the bright white lights shine in their eyes. Their eyes adjust slowly, and they begin to see the windows and large doors.

"Op Crusade is a go." whispers Fritz.

Gunter and Hans signal the other three men to go straight. Gunter and Hans veer left and go down a hallway. They see doors on the left marked stairs and open it slowly, using standard Special Forces tactics.

As Gunter and Hans make their way up the stairs, they can hear two men speaking. Hans slowly steps up and onto the midway platform to the second floor. Gunter follows him as he slowly walks up the second half of the steps. The voices get louder and louder.

Then Gunter and Hans hear footsteps coming down the marble halways.

"Hans...anyone there?" Gunter asks as he tightens his grip on his M16A2.
"I don't see anyone...but I can hear 'em." replies Hans.

A man strolls by the open doorway ahead. Hans stops and puts his hand out to signal to hold position. Gunter stops walking.

Hans waves his arm and they begin slowly walking. Hans runs to the right side of the door and Gunter stays on the left. Hans presses against the wall and peers his head out.

He can see the General, Matthew the Fourth, and one soldier talking to them. He can also see another soldier patrolling past the Fuhrer and General. He holds up four of his fingers and then Gunter peeks his head out. Hans grips his M16A2 tightly.

Gunter sees his teammates across the second floor, standing on the stairway across the hall.

"Hans...Fritz, Rudiger, and Karl are on the other stairway." says Gunter.

Hans pushes the black earpiece and begins speaking softly.

"We see you guys. Do you see the targets?" says Hans.
"Hans? Yeah, we see them. Where are you?" responds the earpiece.
"On the opposite stairway. Who gets the shot?"
"We should all rush in at the same time...crap, they moved out of my L-O-S."
"I still got a visual. They're standing on the west side, peering out of a window."
"Rohj that. We rush in same time, okay?"
"Yeah."

Hans begins to count down with his fingers from five. Gunter counts aloud.

"Five...four....three......two....."

"One." says Gunter.

Gunter and Hans rush in and crouch on one knee and immediatly begin firing 5.56mm rounds at the Fuhrer and his comrades in full automatic. Gunter pulls out his empty magazine and loads another one that he pulls from his vest.

Karl begins firing from the opposite end in three round bursts. Fritz fires a 40mm tear gas grenade at the feet of the General. The general falls as 5.56mm rounds hit his torso and head.

Gunter whips his M16A2 over his shoulder and begins firing his SOCOM pistol at the Fuhrer. The rounds bounce off his chest as the Fuhrer coughs from the gas.

"THE FOURTH HAS KEVLAR!" shouts Gunter as he aims for the two soldiers who are now firing their 9mm rounds in full automatic at each stairway.

Karl reloads his M16A2 and begins firing at the Fuhrer. Two rounds hit Matthew the Fourth in the head, and just as he falls Hans is shot in the leg with a 9mm round. Fritz fires another CS grenade at the soldiers. The soldiers begin coughing but continue to fire suppressing fire at the men.

Fritz grabs his oxygen tank and throws it at the soldiers. Three 9mm rounds hit it, and the tank explodes. Fritz switches his M16A2 to single shot and begins firing at the soldier. He kills one with two shots in the chest, and the other one runs into a room.

Fritz orders Rudiger to go check on Hans. Fritz fires five rounds at the door and rushes over to it. The soldier runs out, bleeding from the arm, and fires four shots at Fritz before he collapses on the ground.

Rudiger calls Fritz and Karl over to Hans.

"He's injured worse than we thought." says Rudiger.
"We gotta get the hell out of here, Rudiger. How bad is it?" questions Fritz.
"Two rounds in each kneecap and a round in the chest. Pierced right through his vest." replies Gunter.
"Fatal?" asks Karl.
"They were hollowpoints." responds Gunter.
"Sh**." replies Karl.
"Is he gonna live another day?" asks Fritz.
"Nien." responds Rudiger as he tightens his grip on Hans' hand.

Fritz's face turns white. He curses loudly. Hans begins breathing heavily and quickly.

"Hans...Hans? Can you hear me?" asks Rudiger.

Hans' breathing quickens even more. He takes one quick breath, and then he stops.

"Hans?" whispers Rudiger.

Sirens begin whining outside. The loudness of the sirens indicates a mass amount of police vehicles coming. The team leaves their comrade and runs down the stairs. They quickly rush into the SUV. Karl pushes the gas against the floor and the tires screech loudly. The truck speeds out of the lot and makes a swift left down Mint Street.

All of the men in the car have pale faces as Fritz grabs his cellphone out of his pocket and hits the send key twice.

"Hello?" says the voice on the other end.
"General, this is Seargent Viechal. Operation Crusade is completed successfully." replies Fritz.
"Good job, Seargent."
"Not really, sir. We lost a man."
"Who?"
"Gunnery Seargent Hans Tikzt, Sir."
"I am sorry, Seargent. But casualties are usual in war."
"I know, General."
"He was a good soldier. He will be proud from the skies as we take the nations power into control."
"I know he will be."
"I feel sorry for you and your men, Seargent. But you have done the Brotherhood well."

The phone line disconnects and Fritz closes his phone. He knods his head up and down, as if agreeing with someone.

The Next Day, 8:07 A.M.

Fritz lays awake on his bed inside in his poor apartment. His cell phone rings. Fritz reaches over to his nightstand. He grabs his phone and flips it open.

"Hello?"
"Good morning, Viechal. Bad news."
"What is it?"
"General Barrut has accepted the rule of Witzgall."
"Who?"
"The other man who was supposed to be killed last night."
"We eliminated everyone there...no one was left alive."
"He didn't show up. We need him dead before midnight tonight. If you fail, the Brotherhood of Haven loses control. We will never get the power if Barrut takes power."
"Damnit...where is General Barrut?"
"He'll be eating lunch at one with Colonel Kricz."
"Where?"
"Across the street from your home. Someplace called 'Winter Wonderland'. It's a five star restaurant. Stop by the headquarters and get something to insure us our rightful place."
"Should I kill the Colonel, too?"
"Kill him if you see it fit, Seargent."

The phone disconnects. Fritz stands up out of bed and walks slowly to the bathroom. He looks in the mirror and rubs a cut on his forehead.

"Damnit."

Fritz walks out of his bathroom and sits on his microfiber couch. He picks up the remote and turns on his 13-inch television. The news is on.

"Last night, Supreme Fuhrer of Witzgall Matthew the Fourth was assassinated by these men." says the news anchor.

A picture of four men dressed in black with black balaclavas goes onto the screen. The picture cuts back to the woman anchor.

"These men were alledgedly working for Matthias Krautz, international terrorist who is accused of bombing the Council of Generals building just two years ago. Krautz has not been reached by authorities for questioning, and these men still are at large. If you have any information regarding the slaying at the Federal Mint, please call 1-800-256-8890."

Fritz mutes the television and dials a number on his cell phone.

"Hello?" says the person who picks up.
"It's Viechal. Come to my apartment in an hour with the Goblin (http://s4.invisionfree.com/Aris_Corporation/index.php?showtopic=10). We got another one to hit."
"Viechal? What the hell are you talking about?"
"Just bring the Goblin in an hour."
"Alright man, but I don't like this."
"I don't give a rat's ass if you like it. DO IT!"
"Alright...Jesus Christ Viechal...Damn..."

Fritz hangs up the phone. He grabs a cigarette pack off of his table and lights one up. He takes a long puff and slouches back into his chair as he watches the muted news.

The door to Fritz's apartment knocks three times.

"Who is it?" shouts Fritz.
"It's Klaus." replies the voice.
"Come in, it's unlocked."

Klaus opens the door and walks in. He has a large suitcase in his hand. He puts it on the couch next to Fritz and winks.

"Is this what I asked for?" asks Fritz.
"Yeah."
"Good. Unpack it and set it up."
"Where do you want it?"

Fritz points to the window in his kitchen, next to his refridgerator. Klaus drags the suitcase over to the window and begins unpacking. He pulls out a barrell, a scope, a stock, a rifle body, a bipod, and a trigger mechanism. He begins assembling it.

"Hurry up. We got thrity minutes." says Fritz.

Klaus pulls out a flathead electric screwdriver and begins assembling the barrel to the body.

Twenty minutes later...

"Done." says Klaus.

Fritz stands up off of his couch and walks over to the assembled rifle. He looks through the scope. He can see a white table of a cafe. He pulls back the bolt and reveals the rounds. He snaps the bolt up and forward and then looks through the scope again.

"Nice job, Klaus." says Fritz.
"No problem. So who are we going to hit?" asks Klaus.
"General Barrut. Go into the freezer and remove the back panel." says Fritz.

Klaus opens the freezer and pulls off the freezer back. He finds a Black Cat 9mm SMG (http://s4.invisionfree.com/Aris_Corporation/index.php?showtopic=12). He grabs it and cocks the outside bolt.

"Full magazine. I want you to go sit in that cafe and wait for the General." says Fritz.
"Nice backup plan, Seargent." replies Klaus.

Klaus opens his trenchcoat and slides the SMG into one of the large pockets. He walks out of the apartment and begins towards the cafe.

The general arrives in a large black SUV. Klaus enters the cafe and sits down at the counter. The general and colonel sit in the booth behind him.

"Heh. They have no idea." says Fritz.

Fritz zooms in on the general's head. He wipes sweat from his forehead and taps the trigger lightly to get ready. The general grabs a menu from his waitress.

Fritz squeezes the trigger back once and a empty cartridge expels from the rifle. The glass in the cafe leaves a shatter mark.

"Sh**! Bulletproof glass!" shouts Fritz.

The General and colonel stand up and run out of the cafe. Klaus runs after them. He pulls out his SMG and begins firing at the running General. The general takes a bullet in his left leg and falls to the ground. The colonel keeps running.

Klaus walks up to the general and spits in his face. He then fires three rounds into the General's head and walks away. Two men exit the general's SUV and begin walking towards the General. Klaus doesn't notice them. The two men fire ten rounds at Klaus with their Desert Eagle pistols. Klaus unleashes a moan and falls to the floor of the street.

The men grab the general and lift him up into the SUV.

NEWS:

After Matthew IV's death, it has been announced that the new Fuhrer of Witzgall will be Supreme Commander Fritz Viechal. He is now head of the Sadistic Dictatorship of Witzgall.

The Brotherhood of Haven and its members have been added to the branches of secondary power, and all members have been given passes to the Council of Generals, the powerful area in which laws and battles are decided.