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It is a cold and dank night in Witzgall...

The three floor Phorian Embassy in Witzgall is silent as the keyloggers type away diplomatic messages on their noisy computers in their silent offices. The Diplomats have left for the night as discussion will begin again in the morning...

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Six men dressed in normal street clothes begin walking down an empty allyway. Two cops are at the other end in their standard green uniforms. The six men approach the policemen. The two police officers turn around from facing the street and watch the men slowly walk towards them.

The six men calmly approach the officers as the cops pick up four duffel bags and walk towards the six men. One of the cops pulls out his Glock 17 pistol (http://www.szczecin.kwp.gov.pl/antyterrorysci/images/glock17.jpg) and points it at the six men. The men continue to calmy walk towards the two officers.

"Calm your ass down. It's us." says one of the men.
"Sorry Heinz, I though it was one of those gangbangers." replies the officer as he puts his pistol away.
"It's alright, John. I hardly recognized you in this dark area." replies Heinz.

The other five men approach the police officers as the Sean and Heinz begin speaking to another about "Red Wine."

"Do you have the photographs, John?" asks one of the men.
"Yes I do, Rudolph. Gunter, give Rudolph the envelope." says John to his partner.

John's partner Gunter reaches into his uniform pocket and pulls out a thin manilla folder. Gunter hands the envelope to Heinz, who opens it up and pulls out twelve images.

"Ah-ha...you should get a degree, John." says Heinz as he analyzes the pictures.

He pulls out the photos one at a time, looks at them with detail, then passes them off to Rudolph. The images are that of a security guard and a vault (http://www.banknote.com/security/guard.jpg), a security camera with infared and nightvision, (http://www.un.org/Depts/unscom/presspack/prints/42_SECURITYCAM-2.JPG) a dome camera (http://www.yoursecurity.us/images/Domecam.jpg), a keypad security lock (http://www.metroseek.com.au/pics/large-digitalsafe/keypad.JPG), and a yellow suitcase with explosives inside. (http://www.artnet.com/Magazine/news/barone/Images/barone4-24-7.jpg)

"So where's the suitcase?" asks Rudolph as he passes the photo to the other four men.

John pauses and looks up at the sky as if he was asking a higher power. He looks at Heinz and gives a small smirk.

"It's in Room 115. Second floor, the name on the door says 'Robert Slevk.'" replies John.

The six men walk past the police officers and grab the duffel bags. They begin to walk calmly down the sidewalk and notice the large Phorian embassy building at the end of the long street.

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The six men stop about halfway down the street in front of an Ice Cream shop. The men go into the allyway next to the shop and drop the duffel bags. One at a time, they each unzip a bag.

Each of the six men pull out an XM-8 from the bag and load a magazine into it, also taken from the bag.

They then pull out gas masks and put the guns on the ground as they stick their protective masks on.

Heinz begins tossing kevlar suits to each of the men as they adjust their gas masks.

Heinz puts on his attire and cocks the bolt of the MP5K he has in his coat. The men pick up their guns and continue walking.

Heinz and the men leave the duffel bags behind and continue walking towards the embassy.

Heinz pulls out a small supressor about 4 inches long and screws it onto his MP5K, hidden snug under his coat.

One of the security guards spots the suspicious men walking towards the embassy. He grabs his radio off of his belt and holds down the speaker button.

"George? It's Kyle. We got five or six suspicious tangos walking towards the emb'." says the security guard.

The radio crackles, then a voice comes through.

"Roger that K. Come on inside and we'll monitor them safely. Switching to IR now." says the voice.

Kyle lifts up his radio to his mouth and holds the button. "I copy that. Coming to station 304."

Kyle walks back inside and locks the entrance with a keypad lock.

The six men continue calmly walking towards the embassy. Rudoplh reaches into his pants pocket after slinging his XM-8 over his back and grips onto his USP .40 cal pistol (http://www.gun-world.net/H&K/usp/uspC40compa1.jpg) tightly.

The security guard named "Kyle" walks into room 304 on the third floor and stares at the wall of monitors. Every inch of that embassy was on tape.

The six men walked up to the front door. Kyle and the other two guards saw them stand at the door and look at the keypad lock. Rudoplh steps before the men and shoots two rounds at the keypad. The lights go red, and then he connects the two white exposed wires.

They connect, and the doors slide left to right.

"Holy shit, Kyle...these guys are serious." says one of the security guards.

Kyle grabs his radio and holds down the button.

"Attention all embassy personell. Terrorists are entering the building. They are armed. You are advised to stay in your office and lock the doors." he pauses. "Security to the ground floor. Security team Alpha-Zero to ground floor."

Kyle lowers his radio as a voice crackels in.

"This is Alpha-Zero Aye-Tee-Jee. We read you Security One. Arming and going. I repeat, arming and going." says the voice.

"Loud and clear Aye-Zee." replies Kyle as he stares at the six men walking through the lobby with XM-8 rifles.

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ATG (Anti terrorism group) Alpha-Zero began walking down the corridor near the fire exit. One of the operatives cut the power. The six terrorists stood in the lobby confused.

One of the AZ (http://media.unwatchable.org/images/articles/Assassins3/swat7.jpg) members walked through the entrance to the lobby with his MP5 aimed at where he suspected the men were.

The six men stared into the darkness. The AZ member's radio crackled in with static. Heinz shot into the sound with his MP5K as the terrorists stood at alert.

The rest of AZ rushes into the dark room. The six terrorists hid behind the pillars on the left side of the room. The AZ team switched on their MP5's sublights. They shifted from side to side, looking for the terrorists.

A sliding noise was made. The AZ team looked to the right and to the left with their sublights, but couldn't see what made the sound. Kyle looks at the monitors on the screen.

"Switch to En-Vee, will ya Charles?" asks Kyle.

The security guard hits a small green button labeled "NV2" and the monitors for the lobby go green.

"Holy shit..." says Kyle.

He quickly grabs his radio and frantically holds down the speak button.

"ALPHA ZERO!! EVACUATE!! FRAG Oh-Seven IS ACTIVE!!" he shouts.

The AZ team had shut off their radios due to what happened to their teammate. They could not hear Kyle's pleas.

All of the sudden, a large firey explosion occured. A fragmentation grenade that one of the terrorists had thrown landed near the ATG agents. That was the sliding noise.

As the ATG men died quick deaths and slammed into the pillars with shrapnel in their chests and bodies, the six terrorists walked towards the hallway entrance opposite of the main doors.

"Security! Section Four-Four-One is active with hostiles. Alpha-Zero is down! Section Four-Four-One! Send Bravo-Seven! We need heavies!" shouts Kyle.

Charles switches a blue switch and hits the white button next to it labeled "AR". A loud noise goes throughout the building. The loud alarm had been triggered, even though the silent alarm had seemed to fail.

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The six terrorists look up at the roof as all the lights cut back on and switch to a UV light-style.

The men are confused. They walk to the hallway and make a left. Down the hallway is the stairwell to the second floor. Two of the men grab their XM-8s and slowly creep towards the stairwell.

A young woman rushes out and the nervous men open fire and rapidly shoot at her. They unleash about 10 rounds each before noticing that it was an innocent woman.

"You stupid bastards! Killing an innocent woman is a sin! We are here for the Almightly Lord, and he shall pay us in gratitude for our peace services! But what the hell are you thinking when you befriend the Almighty One by killing his child?!" shouts Rudolph.

Heinz calmly walks over to the young woman and holds her in his arms. He drops her dead body back to the floor and enters the door and walks up the stairway very calmly and carelessly. He and his men reach the second floor and begin walking down another hallway.

"DROP YOUR WEAPONS!!!" shouts a loud voice from behind the terrorists.
"DO IT NOW DAMNIT!!!" shouts the voice.

The four man ATG team Bravo-Seven is standing behind the six terrorists with their G3A3 military-issue assault rifles pointed at the targets.

"ON THE GROUND!!" shouts the man again.

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ooc: how would you like to join it? The terrorists are fighting for their God, they call "The Almighty One", and are trying to take over the Phorian Embassy. Phoria, a highly religious place, was under Witzgallian Empirate control until recently when a civil war broke out and Phoria declared independence.

Bravo-Seven aims their G3A3s at the terrorists. Heinz raises his arms as the ATG team orders them to the ground. Rudolph stares at the Smoke-Frag grenade on his belt.

"GET DOWN NOW!! WE WILL SHOOT!!!" shouts one of the ATGs.

Heinz drops to his knees and drops his XM-8 off of his shoulder. His MP5K secretly tucked into his coat.

"ALL OF YOU!" shouts the ATG.

One of the ATGs places his finger in front of his trigger. The ATGs continue to shout commands for the terrorists to disarm, and slowly two more of them drop to their knees.

Heinz spins on his knees and whips out his MP5K and shoots at the armored ATGs. Rudolph and the rest of the men grab their XM-8s off of the ground and switch to full automatic and begin pumping lead at the ATGs.

Stunned, the ATGs are shot at for about three seconds before they fire their first shot. The terrorists show no fear and continue to fire round after round. Ceramic tiles on the ground shatter as the 7.62mm rounds of the G3A3s miss their targets.

The terrorists run behind a wall and the ATGs radio for backup. One of the terrorists leans out and fires ten more rounds of his XM-8, but the ATGs quickly fire back and hit him in the leg six times. Another ATG fires at his chest, but the Kevlar vest keeps him alive.

The ATGs follow the other terrorists up the stairs to the third floor as they begin an intense firefight.

The shot terrorist falls to the ground, dead, after another ATG shoots him executioner style with a .50 cal desert eagle.

The terrorists rushed up the stairs to the third floor and were hastily followed by the ATG squad. The ATGs and terrorists exchanged rounds at each other as they rushed up the split stairs.

Heinz stopped when they reached the halfway platform area. He shot an entire 5.56mm clip off with his XM-8 towards the four ATGs and ran up the stairs. Rudolph threw his smoke-frag grenade at the ATGs, which exploded into a cloud of red smoke.

The ATGs began firing wildly at the terrorists as the terrorists ran through the exit door onto the third floor.

The ATGs rushed up the stairs and through the red blinding smoke, and began coughing. The smoke was a form of gas that causes unconciousness in twenty minutes. The ATGs rushed through the smoke, gagging crazily.

"You are under arrest by the Phorian National Embassy Police! Halt now!" shouts one of the ATGs.

Heinz throws a fragmentation grenade at the door, and one of the ATGs sidesteps and kicks it away as he fires 7.62mm rounds at Heinz.

Heinz ducks behind a pillar and blindly shoots from around a corner with his MP5K.

"You are wanted for counts of terrorism and murder! HALT NOW!" shouts the ATGs as they fire their G3A3s at the pillar and at the other four terrorists hiding inside an office to the left of the pillar.

Rudolph changes his magazine of his XM-8 and then runs to the pillar behind which Heinz is hiding. He peeks around the corner and fires 20 rounds at the ATGs. One of the ATGs is shot four times in the chest and hits the ground from the shock. Only one of the rounds pierced his Kevlar vest, but he is still injured.

Two of the ATGs drag the fallen member into the stairwell while the other provides heavy support fire. The ATG empties his G3A3's clip at the pillar and door, and then pulls out his Desert Eagle. He fires three rounds and rushes to the stairwell.

Heinz steps out from behind the pillar and fires 10 rounds from his MP5K at the fleeing ATG, hitting him four times in the left arm. The ATG grabs his arm and pushes with his back against the heavy door to the stairwell.

"Unit Down! This is Bravo Seven, we have a unit down in Sector Nine-Four-Six! Send backup pronto! I repeat, Bravo Seven has a unit down in Sector Nine Four Six, requesting immediate assistance with hostiles!" shouts one of the ATGs as he checks on his comrade's arm.

One of the ATGs check the downed man's pulse. He declares him dead due to intense puncturing of lung. The other ATG is bleeding massively from his arm, and one of the men pulls a 9mm slug from his arm.

"SHIT!" exclaims the ATG as the man pulls out the slug.
"Hollowpoints...those bastards." responds the man as he examines the lead mushroom round.

The five terrorists rush across the floor to the opposite stairwell and hurry down. Two security guards holding Benelli M1 shotguns rush through the door and collide with the terrorists.

Rudolph fires with his XM-8 from the platform section of the stairwell at the non-armoured guards, killing them both. Rudolph slings his XM-8 over his shoulder and grabs one of the Benellis. The terrorists rush across the second floor hallway and search for the room with their precious cargo in it.

Rudolph finds Room 115 and calls his comrades over. Heinz kicks in the door and the terrorists frantically search for their yellow briefcase.

"Where the hell is it?!" exclaims Rudolph.

One of the terrorists picks up a yellow briefcase and puts it onto the maplewood desk in the office.

Heinz walks over and pops the briefcase open. Inside are two green metal canisters, a red box, six white wires connecting the two canisters, and a black digital clock. Next to the clock is a series of blue and green buttons, and a keypad.

"Shit! What the hell is the code, Rudolph?" asks Heinz.

Rudolph walks over and stares at the bomb.

"One one four six nine, I believe." replies Rudoplh.

Heinz hits the numbers on the keypad, and the digital clock turns on. The words "TIME" flash across the screen. Heinz enters the numbers One Five Zero Zero, and the timer sets itself for fifteen minutes.

Heinz grabs the briefcase after holstering his MP5K into his coat, and then lifts up one of the ceramic tiles in the middle of the second floor lobby. Rudolph takes the bomb and hides in underneath the tile, and the five terrorists run towards the stairs.

ATG team Bravo Seven, now just two men, burst through the stairwell door. They open fire at the unsuspecting terrorists, slaughtering them all before they get a shot off.

"Security, this is Aye Tee Jee Bravo Seven." says one of the ATGs.

His radio clicks a few times.

"Roger that Bravo Seven, what is your status?" says the radio voice.
"Bee Ess has conquered the hostiles, we are now going to medical facility on first floor." replies the ATG.

The ATGs rush down the stairs.

Exactly fifteen minutes later, not a second less or second more, the third floor of the Phorian Embassy in Witzgall crashes from a mass explosion, and crumbles on top of the second and first floor. The Embassy explodes into a massive block of flames, killing all inside.

The Phorian Embassy crumbled, some ceramic tiles ended up in the middle of the road.

The two police officers watched the explosion and ensuing flames from just three blocks down the street.

One offered another a cigarette. The officer accepted.

End