NationStates Jolt Archive

A man with short, spiky black hair and brown eyes walks through the cold and bitter streets of Xanastrovia’s capital, Lejinski. It is dark, and there are very few people about. As he walks he approaches a casually dressed man with brown hair and frameless glasses. As he passes the man he mumbles something and reaches inside his jacket. The object is a Walther P38, with an attached suppressor. Within seconds, and with no sound but a hiss of air, the man turns on his heel and heads back the way he came, leaving everything as it lies.

(OOC: It’s a short post to start, but it’s all planned…well, being planned. Also, this isn’t an official act by my Nation, there are no clear links as of yet between this act of violence and my Government, so don’t just jump in and ‘condemn’ my Nation…)

1820
Suburbs, Lejinski

The front of the house was cordoned off with yellow “Scene of Crime” tape and several police officers kept back the small crowd that had formed. Behind the tape several forensics officers photographed the scene and bagged any evidence.

“So who’s our vic?” The detective stood next to the body, his eyes following the trail of blood as it meandered down the concrete drive before running off into the lawn.

“Identity card says he’s one Ferdinand Meyer, works out at the military base. We’re still trying to find out just what he does, but the wife says he’s a scientist. He never spoke about what he was working on.”

“Right. We need to find out exactly what he’s been working on, maybe it’ll give us a motive. You phone the base, see just what you can find out about his life there. I’ll speak with the neighbours. Someone must have seen or heard something. Nobody gets shot in public without someone seeing something.” The detective turned and walked back towards the road, ducking under the plastic tape.

1845
Government Building, Central Lejinski

“Mr. President, I’ve just been informed that Doctor Meyer has been found dead outside his home. The police are saying it’s murder.” The young aide handed a single sheet to Vasilov, who studied it carefully.

“He was head researcher on Project 8342. That could be motive. Do the authorities have any suspects?”

“No sir. They are setting up checkpoints on all roads out of the city. He’s been dead less than an hour, so there’s a good chance the culprit is still in Lejinski.”

“Good. I want you to get several hundred troops mobilised to hunt this criminal down. Liase with the police force, get whatever details you can on the killer and hunt him down. If they kill one of our top scientists, we will pursue them to the ends of the earth. And when we find him, we will show him just how we treat those who kill our best and brightest in cold blood.” Valisov laid the paper down before him and looked at his aide. “I want that pig brought in alive.”

“Yes Mr. President, I’ll see to it both the local authorities and the military know your wishes.”

“Thank you, Comrade.”

The man was sat on a leather chair in an apartment in Lejinski. He takes something from his jacket pocket, it is a Communicator. After tapping a few buttons he holds it near his mouth,

”Yeah, the target’s taken care of…Nope, no witnesses as I know…Checked the Neighbours, and didn’t see anyone out…I’ll take care of the weapon disposal soon. Yeah, I’ve just gotta wait for everything to die down, no pun intended, and then we should be all clear, after which I’ll return to within Terranodian Borders.”

He gets up and walks to a window, surveying the streets of Lejinski before taking out a spray can containing an unknown substance, spraying the weapon, and throwing it down and to the left so as to avoid any suspicion as to where the weapon was dropped from. Smiling, he returns to his chair, his part in this completed.

Xanastrovian Broadcast News

This is the news at seven. Our top story today, a high standing scientist, Ferdinand Meyer, was shot dead outside his home in Lejinski earlier this evening. Police are appealing to any witnesses to come forward for the good of the nation. Just under fifeteen minutes ago a government spokesperson gave the following comment:

“The government of Xanastrovia greives for Doctor Meyer and sends its condolences to his family. At this time we would like to confirm that Doctor Meyer had been working for the Xanastrovian government for several years, and that his death is a major loss to the Xanastrovian scientific community as a whole.

We can also confirm that, on order of the President, the man, or group, behind this barbaric act of wanton violence will, once found, face punishment to the furthest extent of the law.”

* * * * *

1920
Meyer family residence, Lejinski
The front garden of the Meyer family residence was bathed in the bright white light of heavy-duty flood lamps. The same detective who had started interviewing neighbours stepped back under the tape and handed a small notebook to a police officer working the scene.

“A couple of the neighbours saw a black-haired man walking towards the scene not long before our victims time of death. That’s the best description of the mystery man we can piece together right now. Broadcast that and see if we get back any returns.”

“You think he’s our man?”

“I’m not sure, but I think we need to speak with him either way. Did you find out what Ferdinand did at the base?”

“Afraid not. As soon as I mentioned his name, they clammed up and said that they couldn’t tell me what he did there. You think that means whatever he did was enough to get him killed?”

“I think we should consider the possibility that someone might have found out what he was doing and decided to stop his efforts, yes. But we can’t rule out the fact that this might be to do with drugs, money, or even just a random shooting.”

* * * * *

1945
Video Surveillance Room, Lejinski Central Police Station

“We’ve run all the footage from that area, and we’ve managed to trace our black-haired man’s movements to a residential tower block.”

“And to think that some people out there didn’t want a widespread CCTV system. Now we know where he is, inform the police and the military, let them know where he is, and keep an eye on the exits, we don’t want him slipping away before we catch him.”

* * * * *

2005
Residential apartment block Oakview Tower

Tires schreeched outside as three black vans skidded to a halt outside the main entrance to the building. Two dozen troops fully clad from head to toe in black moved from the rear of the vehicles to the glass double doors that led into the foyer. Police officers covered each fire escape incase the suspect tried to sneak out.

“Check your weapons, main and backup, but do not use leathal force unless you have no other option. The boys at R and D have loaned us these new taser rifles for a reason. Try not to shoot one of our own, the shots carry enough charge in them to stop a Xanastrovian Wolf in its tracks and keep it down for two hours. Finally, there are civilians in the building, a mass evacuation before we got here would have risked letting our man slip away. We’re gonna have to go door to door, checking every room in every apartment. The exits are covered by the locals, we can afford to take our time and be thorough.”

* * * * *

2100
Residential apartment block Oakview Tower, outside apartment 612

“Hello? Anybody home?” The squaddie knocked on the door and shook his head at his partner. “The council say this flat is empty, but I think we should check.”

“You think our man’s in there?”

“Could be, pass me the pick, we’re gonna let ourselves in.”

The man looks to his door, hearing a knock, followed by people speaking just outside it. He looks around the room, seeing no suitable hiding place. Reaching into his pocket he takes out a small capsule. He mumbles,

“Well, good things come with a price.”

He places the capsule in his mouth and swallows whilst leaning back in his chair, the poison kicking in almost immediately.

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In a Government Building in Terranos City, Terranos, the Almighty Dictator Trensta was approached by his great General, Harbas. Harbas handed a piece of paper to Trensta, who read it quickly,

“So, Xanastrovia are having problems, eh?”

”That’s how it looks, sir.”

“Any word on who the victim is?”

“All that we know is that he was one of their top scientists, what he did we are unsure of.”

“Get it looked into, some of our own could be in danger…And a dead scientist means a disruption in research, and that cannot happen here.”

2103
Oakview Tower, apartment 612

The lock clicked open and Christoph nodded, pushing the door open slowly.

“Anybody here? You found anyone, Dominik?”

“Not yet. It looks like the place is emp—oh god, Chris, I found our man, I think he’s took something, he needs medical attention, ASAP.”

“Gotcha. This is Bravo Two One, requesting immediate mediacal assistance. Apartment 612, we found our man, but he’s taken something…”

“Chris, I’ve got something here…maybe a tracker of some sort?”

Chris walked over to Dominik and looked at the object before shaking his head.

“Never seen something like that before, medics are on their way, but it looks like they might not be here in time, I think he’s as good as dead.”

Dominik placed his hand on the man’s throat and nodded.

“He’s still here, barely.”

“This is Bravo Two One, we need those medics soon, we’re loosing him here.”

“Medics are on their way, just hold tight.”

Chris shook his head and glanced at Dom. “Looks bad, doesn’t it.”

“Yeah.”

* * * * *

2110
Government Building, Central Lejinski

“Mmmhmmm, that son of a—I want you to do everything you can to bring him back, don’t let him take the easy way out. I want him alive and I want him here.” Vasilov slammed the phone down and paced over to the window. “Damn him…”

“Is everything alright?” Vasilov turned to see his secretary stood in the doorway. “I heard you shout and wanted to make sure nothing was seriously wrong.”

“It is wrong, it is FUBAR!!! That worm who shot Ferdinand took something, they’re trying to revive him as we speak, but they say that without knowing what he took, there’s little chance of it.”

* * * * *

2117
Oakview Tower, apartment 612

“Time to call it?”

“I think so, we’ve been at this for almost fifeteen minutes, I don’t think we’re getting him back.”

The four man medical team rose to their feet and moved towards the door, leaving the body and half a dozen troopers in the room.

“They did all they could, but it never looked like we were going to get him back, life is fickle that way.”

“No, no it isn’t. He was a madman. He didn’t care for himself. All he wanted was to kill that scientist. Once that was done, he was expendable.”

* * * * *

[b]Xanastrovian Broadcast News Bulletin[b]
Breaking news on the assasination of Ferdinand Meyer. Sources within the Lejinski Police have confirmed the gunman has been found. Unfortunately he swallowed an unknown substance prior to the officers’ arrival and despite all efforts by specialist military medical staff he was pronounced dead at the scene.

On a related note, this station has just received an electronic message stating the Doctor Meyer was working with the government on the selective breeding and genetic manipulation of humans. The government has refused to confirm or deny the allegations, but did state that it “only conducts research which will make Xanastrovia a safer, more prosperous nation.”

* * * * *

2200
Government Building, Central Lejinski

“I want all the information we can find on this criminal, I want to know everything about him. Most of all, I want to know who he was working for.”

“Yes, Mr. President. I’ll see to it right away. And do you have anything you would like to say about the allegations of genetic manipulation?”

“No, I do not have anything more to say, let the news networks say what they like, let everyone say what they like. Right now we have to find out who this man was working with, otherwise we may lose more great minds.”