NationStates Jolt Archive

it was a dark night in Fruity Loops,The goverment lay in his bed cozy and warm,sleeping next to his teddy-bear Bubba...The guards posted outside of his house where secret service,since the last attempt on his life...many believed a civil war was coming,gun stores closed from all the buisness from scared citizens super-markets open 24/7 due to all the food being sold. Secuirty was tight all around the city. the roads were sielent only a few cars seen,People coming back and forth from work a mini-van crept from a garage, The people inside werent going to work or the super-market but possiblly the last ride of there life.

ooc-im bored and feel like RPing anyone intersted in RPing terrorists who may just kill the president?

I will
Where shall I strike?

I will
Where shall I strike?
Ty,your choice..the presidents house...a mall..hostages.....maybe we could make this a larger sized RP? well...you choose

Yuri Gorgopov was sitting in his "command center." At least, that was what they had called it at the store, but to him, it looked like a van. It didn't matter he had had the man taken care of. He was deeply disturbed. He was the leader of a little known terrorist sect called COVOPS. They were known in the black-market for mercenary work mostly, although they sometimes made news with highprofile kidnappings. But this would have to be bigger. Yuri's group was dying. It had been since the Fruity Loops cops had killed his best operative. Now was the time to get even. But how? A mall? No he thought, to small, its gotta be HUGE. The President's house? Big enough, but too well guarded. How about the Stock Exchange? It's perfect!! he thought. Send a group of COVOPS best, have them hold the entire building hostage with a bomb! It would get them publicity and money if they worked it right. They would make a demand. $100 billion would be good enough. He called in his two best men. "Lars, Hanz, get in here!"
"Boss?"
"Yes sir?"
"Here's how it's goin' down. I want you two to pull it off." He told them the plan.

The stock exchange,busy with people buying and selling stocks phone conversations only 2 guards being paid minumum wage with only tasers,With proablly 450 people inside it was a massive building...and a good target

Lars and Hanz were in the first blacked out van with eight others. There were two more vans behind similarly loaded up. Each person held an XM-8 Assault Rifle, and Hanz carried a small suitcase full of Z-4, a pumped up version of C-4, with a core of Uranium inside. They had recently gone to city hall and asked for blueprints of the building, AND ACTUALLY BEEN HANDED THEM!!! They couldn't believe the lax security. In Russia, both of their homes, you would have had to wait weeks upon weeks for authorization to get them. Now they were outside the stock building at 10 A.M. and were waiting patiently for the signel from Lars.

OOC: I G2G for a few hours. Back at 8 P.M. Eastern Time.

ooc-okie

Lars suddenly stuck his hand out the window and lit a cigar. All the cars behind had been watching for this. They immediately pulled open the door in the back of the van and everybody jumped out. In all there were thirty of them. They were dressed in black, and as they jumped out they pulled on balaclavas. They raced towards the door as one, and Hanz was the fastest. He brought up his XM-8 and shot the one guard on this level through the head twice. He broke down the door and screamed in english,
"EVERYBODY DOWN!!! HANDS ON YOUR HEADS AND GET DOWN!!!"
One person tried to resist but he got a sharp kick in the stomach and fell down unconscious. Lars and the rest got into the building with no resistence afterward. They split into two groups of fifteen. One would go up to the next floors, while one on the bottom watched the captives and set the bomb.

a men behind the desk pressed a red button,a sielent alarm and got down

at the police station.
"Sir,Alarm at the stock exchange.."
"Hmm...send in some units..."
"Sir..just police? im calling the army."
"Good idea..indeed a good idea"
she picked up the phone and alerted an officer,a ATT(anti-terror team) rushed into there vehicles,50 men armed with M-16A2's,flashbangs and modified Colt .45's with a laser attached,these where the elite of the elite..

ooc: sounds fun i want in, how about across town at a High school, or equivilent

Hanz walked into the break room, the closest to the center of the building and set the bomb. He wanted maximum damage if they did have to set the bomb off. Thus it was in the middle of the bottom floor. It would take it all down if it had to. He radioed on all channels just in case someone was listening. They wanted to be heard. "The bomb is set," he said,"How is the second floor?"
"Secure. Nineteen were up here, we're sending 'um down to you."
"Roger, proceed to third floor. The second guards desk is on the fourth, so you probably won't have any problems. Out."
"Roger, Out."
Hanz looked through the window of the building and thought the saw red and blue strobe lights in the distance.

several operatives, from the rapidly growing nation, stepped out of their van. one wearing a trenchcoat, the other a faded red windbreaker. They looked at their watches. it was nearly time for school to start. they climbed in the van, tossing their half smoked cigarettes in the street. Inside the van they changed into nearly new fatigues, and pulled on balaclavas. They looked at the 13 other men, some carrying AK-47's others carrying P90 submachine gun's. The leader, Cyrus said "get ready boys", as he handed a P90 to his partner and best friend, Toma, he grabbed an AK-47 for himself, as it was his favorite weapon.

Cyrus radioed each of the five two man sniper teams, placed strategically on roofs of near by buildings, to make sure they were ready and that this would go off without a hitch. On each of the teams they had a spotter equiped with Binoculars and two AK-107's, one for himself and the other for his partner, in case a hasty retreat if it was needed. The main sniper of each team was equipped with a PSG-1 for precision and speed.

Cyrus then radioed the five plain clothes men, that were wandering around, to tell them to get into position. With these five plain clothes men it rounded the total out to 30 men, fifteen that the police would know abut when the word got out about the attack.

He then told his men "Remember, boys, were're going to......." as he tells them his plan, several police cars go flying by, causing him to hush for a minute. after a minute or two of silence he radioes, Brock, the leader of the plainclothes and asks what's going on.

"Sir, it looks like something big is going down at the stock exchange"

"Damn!" Cyrus says,"were still comencing with this mission, just imagine how it would look to the people of this nation if a school full of children was massacred. We will not let some other terrorists mess with our plans at money!"

Lars squated behind a countertop. The guard had been more well armed then anticipated. He must have heard something from downstairs and grabbed a bigger.... much bigger gun. A rocket propelled grenade soared past his hiding place and he heard a scream as Mikhail was blown apart. He tuned on his radio and called Hanz.
"Hanz, this is Lars, do you read?"
"Go."
"Resistence. Lots of it."
"How much?"
"RPGs and machine gun."
"WHAT?!?!? HOW DID THEY GET THOSE?"
"He. how did he get those."
"Just one?"
"Ja."
"Ok, how many do you have left?"
"Only me and two others. The new ones."
Hanz sighed in disgust. "Why does this have to happen?"
"I need hel...... Ok now it's me and one more."
"I'll come up the alternate stairwell with three others. Keep him occupied."
"Roger."
Hanz called Derek, Ulga, and Gary to come with him and headed towards the stairwell on the other side of the room. The blair of sirens came into the room as the police arrived.

Cyrus was getting anxious to get this show on the road, taking hostages wasn't his favorite thing to do, but they needed money. and besides, if things got really bad he could negotiate his way out of the situation. He let out a deep breath.
BRIIIIIIIING!!!!
that meant they would have to wait another 20 minutes until they stormed the building. He made sure he was ready and called Brock to see how the stock excange was looking right about now. the response he got was either a godsend, or the just plain bad for him. "It seems some explosions have gone off inside the building, and lots of automatic gunfire has been heard."
Damn, Cyrus thought to himself, this means either the terrorists are getting killed or killing their hostages. "Brock, head back i'm sending sniper team #3 there to see if they can get a better look inside the building." he sighed and then radioed Sniper team #3 "James, Ivan, i'm sending you down to the stock exchange to check out whats happening there. Do not, i repeat do not fire on them unless you are threatened by incoming fire"
The reply he heard was in the affirmative response, as they headed out.
He looked at his watch, it had been 25 minutes, he told the driver to drive around the school, and drop a man at each enterance, thentoo pull around to the front of the school. they dropped 7 of their men at enterances to the school then pulled around to the front of the building. The 8 remaining men jumped out and rushed into the building. Cyrus ran into the office and some other men secured the commons area, while the remaining men ran to the opposite ends of the school. Cyrus had taken control of the main office and made an announcement on the PA system, for everyone to report to the Gymnasium for a surprise assembly. "That was easy" he thought, "but i still don't like it".
Once most of the school had entered the Gym he sent two teams of three men to gather classes who decided to "skip" the "assembly".

Lars was nervous.

BOOM!

And his last team member was gone. But the firing stopped. Either he had forgotten Lars, or Hanz had finally shown up. He carefully looked around the corner, and saw that it was the second. The guard had taken down fourteen men before being brought down with a shot throung the head. It was horrible, and Lars felt sick. Fourteen... FOURTEEN! That was almost half of the entire group, and now, the police had shown up. This wasn't looking good.

OOC: Mind if I join in with a single guy?

IC: Joe was angry. He was a simple trader, but these guys were wanting to stop him from doing his job. Mind you, he was a gold trader, but that was beside the point. He remembered his knife in the inseam of his pants. His wife never understood why he did this, but he knew that the only time his defenses were down were when his pants were down. They taught him that in his mandatory three years in the military. He was on his knees on the stock floor, with his hands above his head. He asked of his guard, who looked around eighteen, "Could I please go to the bathroom? I was just going there when y'all stormed the place, and we've been waiting for over an hour. Please?"

"Go" said the guard in a thick Russian accent, "But be quick, we got cops around."

"Wow, I'm suprised. You're not even going to send an escort to make sure I won't escape." Joe replied, soft enough to sound like he was talking to himself, but loud enough to where the guard could hear him.

bump so a terrorist will follow me to make sure I don't escape

The news anchor droned on and on, until a commercial break interrupted her. Emperor Lucius watched carefully in his office.

The commercials ended, and the anchor said, "We have breaking news. The nation of Fruity Loops is currently under attack by an unknown terrorist group.
We will have more on the story as it develops.

Soon after the news report, Lucius was briefed about the situation. "Is there nothing we can do?" Said Lucius's secretary.

"There is no time to send physical aid," he replied. "But they have done so much for us in the way of our communist problem. We can only send moral support as of now."

Joe goes to the bathroom and draws his knife and gets his phone. Wow, these guys are incompetent. They didn't even search me. He call the local emergency number and requests to be put in contact with the commander of the Police outside.

OOC: I'll join in as a small 7-man terrorist group.

Alexander was once a very powerful man. He was very big in the senate of Emo and Punk. But once that was taken over by a rival bordering country. He was booted out of the country. Now he sat in a SUV outside of the frooty loops national mall. He and another 6-Men were trying to bring this government down. Not for any good reason. They just thought if they couldn't have power. No one could. So Alexander told his men to go in. But he was to go in last. And go to the second floor. There were 4 floors. So detonating the bombs he stuffed in his jacket would stop people on the 2nd, 3rd and 4th story from getting to safety. The other 6 men went in. And immediatly killed all the guards. Then they opened fire on the first floor. At that Alexander ran in and ran up the stairs to the 2nd floor and detonated the bomb. It immediatly exploded. Killing 48 people who were near him. And injuring 249 people. The 2nd floor caved in and curshed 49 people. After that the other 6-men. Actually 2 men. 4 of them were killed in the blast started firing away at the survivors. After they stopped. 375 people. 97% of the people in the mall. Were dead. The other 3% were injured or in pain.

Once everybody was in the gym, he stepped out of the corner and looked at the crowd, most of which just looked at him funny and then kept talking. He tried to clear his throat over the dull roar of the crowd, unsucsessfully. Angered at their lack of atttention, he pulled a dessert eagle out of its holster and shot a random student in the crowd. Immediatly everyone started screaming, until he shot two more, and everyone shut up.
"well, I'm glad to see you've decided to pay attention to what I have to say. I just happen to be taking this school hostage."
"but what about Jesse, Edward, and Philip!?!?!" struggled a lone voice in the crowd
"Their dead. And at the moment that should be the least of your concern. You should worry more about what I, and my associates tell you to do, and at the moment I want it Quiet"
Nobody said anything in response to this
" well everyone, I want you to line up, were going to make sure everything stays orderly" five more of the terrorists step out of the corner and cock their weapons "these men will shoot anyone they deem as not following directions"
One lone voice speaks up "H.....how mmmm...many mmmm..men do you have?'
The first response was two of the guards pointing their rifles at him until Cyrus decided to tell him, "we have enough men, that is all you need to know"

At this point two more guards stepped into the gym, holding a long length of rope and a knife each
"Right now Line up people, and this will hopefully end without anymore casualties."
the students quickly lined up. After a student was tied up he was ordered to sit on the ground. One student tried to run but was met with a wall of bullets, he fell to the floor... Dead. Two other students had been injured by stray bullets. After the rest of the students and faculty were tied up the two students were attended to by a soldier each. One of them had just recieved a small wound to the leg, the other had recieved a potentially fatal wound if not treated immediatly.

Cyrus stepped outside the gym and radioed brock. "Brock, one of your men here, we have some need for outside assisstance"
"Ok, what do you need?"
"I need a man to bring an injured girl to the hospital. She could die if we don't do anything, and we don't have the resources to do anything"
"OK" brock said"i'll send someone down.....Wait I hear sirens comming your way, I don't think it would wise for my men to come to your aid at the moment.
"I understand, I guess we'll just have to see if she can make it with out any outside help at the moment."
Cyrus stepped back into the gym, and his nostrils were filled with the sent of dried blood, and sweat. Light sobs were heard from various students as they cried quietly to them selves. The time was nearing for negotiations. He had sent several men to barricade all of the enterances but the main one. He had set guards up at the main enterance who had just reported that police had been seen pulling up to the school.

OOC: i feel like i'm writing a novel here

The guard went to the door and hit it four times with his rifle.
"Hurry up in there, you said you only had ta piss!"

Hanz had been the one to take the guard down. It hadn't been hard, he shot him when he was aiming the RPG elsewhere. He looked at Lars, and all the dead team members.
"Unacceptable. Completely unacceptable. I could shoot you right now for the deaths of these men, but then we'd lose another! If we get outta this, you better be running fur yur goddamn life."
"This is not my fault. If anything it's yours! You told us the guard was up another level, we had our weapons down, and he just F***in' popped out from behind that desk! We couldn't do anything, and now the cops are here too! We're in deep now Hanz!"
"You think I don't know that? this was supposed to be easy. Yuri said it would be. Just take 'um hostage, makes some demands, then run out the back door. But RPGs?!? Where the hell did he get one a those?"
"I dunno but he used it well. And he had lots a ammo for it to."
"Well, at least it's over now, we can just go make the demands to the cops."
"Right."

They went back downstairs with the hostages and sat there, waiting for the cops to talk. The saw one soldier, Jason they thought, banging on the door of the bathroom.

Joe finally got in touch with the officer in charge, "Yes...I'm in the building..." Joe whispers, "I heard one of them say that 14 of them were dead and that they were only at half strength. I've got to go, someone's coming." Joe shut off the phone. The terrorist asked, "Are you Ok, sir?" in his thick Russian accent
"Yes sir. I'm just a little constipated at the moment...Oh, there I go." Joe says as he dropped the phone in the toilet so it wouldn't be discovered. He steps out a second later, pants up and knife in his hand to where the Terrorist doesn't see it. The boy turns around. God, these guys are incompetent. Joe thinks as he grabs the hostage taker by the mouth, covering his nose so no sound will escape, and stabs him thru the brain stem. The Russian was dead before the knife left his body. Joe stashed the body in the last stall where the light was out. He also took the guy's guns, radio, and clothes (only a small blood splotch in the front). He then changed with the Terrorist and shot him a few times in the chest, and placed the cell phone in his hand. Joe was lucky that these guys were wearing ski masks.

"Vhat happened?" came over the radio.
Joe responded, "Zis guy tried to use a vhone." trying his best to imitate the Russian's voice.

"Is he dead?" asked Hanz anxiously.
"Yes." answered the guard.
"Did he get a call off?"

"Negative. I shot him as he vas dialing. What do you vant me to do?" Joe said, hoping they would buy it. Joe then walked out and took careful notes on how many guards there were, where they were posted, and what they were doing.

"Go check the fourth floor for any traders that may have escaped us. Do you have a cold? Your voice sounds different today."

"No cold. I'm holding my nose, it stinks in here. Moving now." Joe almost swaers at himself for being detectable, and heads up to the Fourth floor, making sure to stay clear of the windows so a sniper couldn't shoot him.

OOC: Yeah, watch out fur dem there snipers, they bite.

IC: "Right, you have found the battlesite. It smells awful there. Have you found anyone alive?"

"Nobody alive. What do you want me to do from here?" Joe asked as he silently knifed anyone who moved.

"God's there's alot of cops down here. Come down and help us hold the place."

"Gotcha. Coming down now." Joe said. He knew this was his chance to end it. He noted where the bomb was and saw a man with what looked like a detonator. He decided to motion the guy over and talk to him upstairs. He hoped the guy would follow and he could knife him and throw the detonator away.

OOC: I'll do another attack

Josef drove a stolen grey bus filled with 57 terrorists to the headquarters of Banking international. It was pretty much a big Bank. He figured his men could take it down in about 2 hours. His plan was to shoot everything in site. Then plant a bomb get the hell outta there and blow it up.

Josef: Hey Mark. Do you fink ze have everyplace heavyilguarded?

Mak: No I don't think so. Most of the cops are probably dead. I mean theres the high school. The Stock Exchange. And the Mall. something like 300 people died in the mall.

Josef: Wait. The stock exchange. We should crash our car into the first level. And then jump out and shoot everybody.

Mark: Are you crazy?! We should just crash into a police car and then get out and kill the cops. Yeah that's a good idea. But how do you expect us to get there. The street is blocked off.

Josef: Your right. Let's just get to the bank. Driver!

The guy who is driving the bus. Who is a hostage looked back.

Driver: Yes.

Josef: Go to hell.

Josef shot the driver in the head and threw him out of the driver's seat and started driving.

Josef: Were almost there load your guns

Josef drove the bus threw the driveway and crashed into the bank. He killed 2 people doing this. All of the men stormed out and started shooting everywhere. Josef aimed at the teller and shot her in the chest killing her instantly.

Josef: Kill everyone!

Josef took out an AK-47 and started opening fire. Even killing 3 of his own men. Then he went and planted the bomb.

Josef: Get out. It's going off in five minutes!

And at that Josef and his men ran out and shot at the bus. One man threw a grenade at it and blew it up. That explosion almost blew up the bomb.

5 Minutes Later

The explosion rocked the building forcing it to collapse and shook the city. Josef and his men made a mad dash to whereever they could get. 28 of them got hit by cars. Josef found a house owned by a Wife and husband with 4 kids. He ran towards it and blew threw the door. Once inside he told all of them to go to the basment where he locked them and himself in.

The guard followed Joe upstairs, wondering what he could have to talk about. He didn't really like this guy, since he had slept with his wife. He thought this might be the chance he had been waiting for. Kill him and make it look like he had been turned on first.

Joe waited until he was out of sight from everyone else and took the knife he had out. He tried to stab the guy right thru his neck so as to kill him quickly and silently. The kinfe thrust was going pretty quickly, he hoped the guy was slow to react.

KRKRKKKKKRRRKRRKK Cyrus's radio charmed in
"sir this is james, were here, We can see the inside of the bulding, and it looks like quite an upset in there. Lots of people dead, most of them look like terrorists. It looks like a hostage was killed, because a terrorist went into the afterwards and came out by himself with blood splattered all over his uniform. It's hard to tell whats going on, but it doesn't look terribly good for them....... BOOOOM!!! DAMN what the f*ck is going on in this town!?!?!? Sir their has been an explosion not far from here, it looks like a bank PAPAPAPAPAPAP RATATATATATAT Sir look, i gotta go, i'll contact you later" KRKRKKKKKRRRKRRKK
The radio went silent in Cyrus's hands
Lust then Toma came running in
"Cyrus!!!! It looks like somebody killed three of our men."
"WHAT!!!!! How?"
'two of them look like they were stabbed in the throat, the other one was hit in the head with something like a baseball bat"
Damn cyrus thought, he wasn't quite sure how to deal with this, but he knew only bad news was coming at the moment

The guard saw the flash of iron and brought his gun up very quickly. He fired and thought he hit Joe in the leg, then felt for a split second the cold steel on his neck, and fell in a heap on the floor.

Hanz heard a gunshot and quickly jumped up. "WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?!?!" He shot a prisoner through the head, and felt his stress leave him. He called over the radio "What happened?"

"I've been shot!" Joe yelled into the radio, "The sunnavabitch shot me in the foot!"
"Who shot you?"
"One of our own...I forgot his name..."
"Why did he shoot you?" came the response.
"I don't know, he told me to talk to him when I got a break and raised his gun to shoot me...I knocked it down and he shot me!" Joe was not in severe pain. The bullet had basically severed his foot. He knew he probably would lose it. He decided to grab the detonator before he was seen and slip iti n his pocket.
Another guard had come in and helped Joe get downstairs. they took the guard's body and put it in the bathroom with the other stiff.

OOC: Wait... They? Did the other guard see it?

IC: "MY GOD! You're going to lose that foot you know. Who was it that did it? What was his insignia-tag?"

OOC: He didn't see it, but heard the gunshot

IC: "Well, he's dead at the foot I'm going to lose. You look." Joe said angrily, hoping to pass it off as he was genuinely angry.

"Wait... How was he killed? I only heard one gunshot. Are you not telling us something?"

"I knifed him. I was picking my teeth with it before we talked." Joe said, in real pain this time.

Hanz went to try and find the body of the man who shot Joe, but couldn't find it. "Where is it?!?"

"The guy who first came here took the body somewhere. I don't know where." Joe said frantically. He knows that its true, he doesn't know where the body is. Joe can only pray he is believed...but he's bleeding out.
"Can someone...bandage...that?" Joe asks.

"Wait..... YOU ARE NOT MY MAN!!!! WHO ARE YOU?!?!?! YOU HAVE TEN SECONDS TO GIVE ME A REASON NOT TO SHOOT YOUR F***IN' HEAD OFF YOUR SHOULDERS!!!"

Joe says, "You're right. I'm not your man. Your men were incmpetent enough to be killed a few hours ago. I'm offering to join you in exchange for medical treatment now. You know the world is full of professional soldiers. I am one of them. Now, what's it going to be?" Joe, without anyone noticing it, has turned a gun on the Russian.

"If you could trick me into thinking that you were our guy all this time, you may join us, as you are obviously worthy. But I warn you. Any funny business, any at all, and you are gone. Men, get this man some bandages from the stock exchanges infirmary. I am sorry, but we brought none of our own, that was how I knew you were not ours. Just three days ago, we all had surgery to enhance blood clotting ability and eliminate bleeding. And you, quiet obviously, were bleeding."

KRKRKKKKKRRRKRRKK
"Sir this is Ivan, James has been injured, he might be dead i'm not sure, he fell off of the building. I can't go down their without getting noticed by the police......wait they found him"
"Who found him?!?!? how did he fall? and why the fuck are you not killing them?!?!?!?!"
"Part of the collapsed when a grenade was tossed by a fleeing group of terrorists"
"so they left the stock exchange Building?"
"no. a different group decided to take advantage of the police being deployed both here and at the school, they robbed a bank."
"Any word on James?"
"it looks like he's alive, good thing his weapon dropped in an open dumpster. An ambulance has come to get james, what should i do, cause i can't stay here"
" ............. Follow it, i don't care how."
"Roger i got to go"
Ivan jumped down through the collapsed roof and into the abandoned office building. He worked his way through the crushed desks, and various rubble. Finally, the stairs he thought
Clomp Clomp Clomp
Damn, the police are coming to check this out. he ran back into the room with the collapsed celing and locked the door, waiting for them to go by and leave his room alone.

chk chk

The door handle rattled
he heard a muffled voice say
"Should we open this door?"
"No," another voice replied "we can go in through the roof"
Ivan heard both of them take off going up the stairs, immediatly he burst through and started running down the stairs.

OOC: you know if we combined all this, made a little more detail, and stuff like that we could probably make a pretty nice book by the time we finish with this

OOC: That's how you tell if it's a good RP. It is pretty much a story.

Joe said, "Thank you. So, what are you here for exactly? Blood, money, publicity? Me, I was a gold trader, so I could get some money for you guys...." Joe, fully bandaged now stands up, favoring his right leg a little.
"You know, I might like this...anyone got a cigar? I feel like celebrating my personal victory..." Joe then limps downstairs.

He handed Joe a cigar and said "All of them actually."

OOC: Sorry for the crapy post but I have to go for the night. Be back tomorrow night.

Joe smoked it and said, "Hmm...nice, Cuban I assume?"

Ivan made it to the bottom of the stairs, and ran into the lobby of the building. He made a break for the door then stopped realizing there were a ton of police out there who would want to know about his ak-107. He had to escape, their was no other choice. He looked around frantically, searching for an exit. That was it! He spotted a grate that looked like it lead to a drainage system. He hurredly pulled the grate away, stepped in, and covered it behind him. He waited a minute for his vision to adjust to the dark and started moving. The first possible exit he came to was right under a police car, so he kept on going. Finally he came to a suitable exit, popped the grate off, and climbed out. Suddenly a gruff american sounding voice said exclaimed
"FREEZE! Drop your weapon!"
Dropping his weapon he realized he must of climbed into the stock exchange building. He slowly turned around and saw a man with an AK-47 in one hand, a cigar in the other and a bloody bandage around his leg.

Joe said, "Who are you, and what are you doing? If you don't answer me or don't show me your hands at all times, I'll kill you where you stand..."

"WHY WAS THIS GRATE NOT PROTECTED?!?!" screamed Hanz to Lars at the top of his lungs. "HOW COULD YOU BE SO INCOMPETANT?!?! I THOUGHT THAT YOU WERE WISE SINCE YURI HANDPICKED YOU FOR THIS MISSION, BUT I THOUGHT WRONG IT SEEMS. YOU HAVE MADE A FOOL OF ME. NO ONE MAKES A FOOL OF HANZ POPOROV! I'LL KILL YOU!!!" He pulled his Desert Eagle up to chest level, placed it directly over Lars' heart, and pulled the trigger. Blood shot out the back of Lars' chest as the bullet pierced through his body, the Kevlar vest and the cheap russian vest he was wearing. Nothing could stand an eagle at close range. He now turned on the stranger. "AND WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?"

ooc-god this has grown! thats what i get for leaving for a while...

IC:"Sir,What should we do?"said a soldier.
"We wait..thats all we can do..we cant risk a full on assault of the building" as he played with his safety on the rifle.
"Sir..You do know if someone pops up and your playin with that safety your a goner..or I am..or we both are"

A blackhawk hovered around the area,All cars had to be off the road inless they wanted to die a nice death. People hid in there homes,Hopeing nothing would happen to them.

OOC: Welcome back, I trust you are updated on the current events?

"WHY WAS THIS GRATE NOT PROTECTED?!?!" screamed Hanz to Lars at the top of his lungs. "HOW COULD YOU BE SO INCOMPETANT?!?! I THOUGHT THAT YOU WERE WISE SINCE YURI HANDPICKED YOU FOR THIS MISSION, BUT I THOUGHT WRONG IT SEEMS. YOU HAVE MADE A FOOL OF ME. NO ONE MAKES A FOOL OF HANZ POPOROV! I'LL KILL YOU!!!" He pulled his Desert Eagle up to chest level, placed it directly over Lars' heart, and pulled the trigger. Blood shot out the back of Lars' chest as the bullet pierced through his body, the Kevlar vest and the cheap russian vest he was wearing. Nothing could stand an eagle at close range. He now turned on the stranger. "AND WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?"

Joe says, "I'll clear it. You have seen what I can do. I'll make sure nobody else comes in." He also grabs the stranger's weapons and restrains him until they determine whether he is friend or foe.

OOC: Welcome back, I trust you are updated on the current events?
ooc-that I am..and thank you

"Thanks. Damnit this hasn't gone as we planned it. I wan't it to get over with."

"Thanks. Damnit this hasn't gone as we planned it. I wan't it to get over with."
that was a quick and easy way to get it over with...

Joe starts wading through the underground sewers. Thankfully, before he worked here he looked up the plans, so he knew the exits. He found a manhole after about five minutes. He came up right behind the Command and Control van which was out of sight from the building and entered, minus his AK-47.

"Who are you?" Asked one officer and ten pistols were raised at him.
He told the commander who he was and that he was their informant earlier. He also told them he had one detonator and that there may be more. Joe then surrendered and told the officer of the situation.

"Eleven, huh? How many did they start out with?" the commander asked

"Around thirty. They have a bomb around the hostages and don't realise I have the detonator. I killed two and one was killed for incompetence. That seems to plague them There you go." Joe finished before he was sent to a local hospital.

Joe starts wading through the underground sewers. Thankfully, before he worked here he looked up the plans, so he knew the exits. He found a manhole after about five minutes. He came up right behind the Command and Control van which was out of sight from the building and entered, minus his AK-47.

"Who are you?" Asked one officer and ten pistols were raised at him.
He told the commander who he was and that he was their informant earlier. He also told them he had one detonator and that there may be more. Joe then surrendered and told the officer of the situation.

"Eleven, huh? How many did they start out with?" the commander asked

"Around thirty. They have a bomb around the hostages and don't realise I have the detonator. I killed two and one was killed for incompetence. That seems to plague them There you go." Joe finished before he was sent to a local hospital.

ooc-guess i should get rid of the bombing huh?

"Call in the teams..were going in!" was heard on the radio, a LT. told his team "Well boys..lock 'n load were going in!" a SAW was set up at the main door way, "Remember to report in if your leaving the building dont wanna mow you down" said the man manning the machine gun. they approached the door they had the keys as extras could be found at the Building Authority it was law that a copy had to be there.

Hanz was very nervous, and his ulcer was acting up. "Where the hell is he? He should have been back an hour ago." Then Hanz realized. He wasn't coming back. Everything popped into place. The soldier must have been Jani, the detonator handler. He would have been killed, and the detenator pawned, and they were screwed. Except... "Thank the heavens." The bomb had a timer also. they could set it right before they left after they had their money, and run like hell. It was perfect. But if Hanz ever saw that bastard again, he was dead.

Issac was on his knees. This was just great. First his stock falls. And now he's a fucking hostage.

Issac: Hey terrorist.

Issac jumped up and punched the terrorist in the face and grabbed his gun.

Issac: Fuck you.

And with that Issac shot the terrorist everyone surrounding him and himself.

*Meanwhile in the house where Josef is*

Josef looked at the family. They were all scared.

Josef: You.

Josef pointed at the father. Who was obviously trying to look tough

Josef: Bite me.

Josef opened fire on the father and soon shoot two of the kids. The remaining people. One 7 year old girl. One 8 year old boy and the mother. Started crying.

Josef: SHUT UP!

They immedaitly quieted.

Josef: I want to know. How can you get me out of this area? I have a president to kill.

Mother: All we have is an SUV. (Crying) Please don't hurt my babies!

Josef: You mean.

Josef shoots the other kids. Then he points the gun to the ex-mother's head

Josef: Where is it?

Mother: In the garage.

Josef: Take me there.

The mother lead Josef to the garage and into the car. Then he threw her in the passanger's seat and started the car.

Josef: Where is the capitol!?

Mother: 5 miles from here.

Josef drove to the capitol and then shot the ex-mother. He dumped the car in some lake

Josef: That president is as good as dead.

Josef made his way to a rooftop acroos from the president's house. He look for something to aim at. Then he found a bodyguard. He took him out with one shot to the head.

(OOC: I would like for the otherremaining men. To be caught. And then rat Josef out.)

Hanz heard a window shatter. It's happening he thought, they're coming in. His mind was peaceful. It always was before a fight. He had wanted death since his mother had died in the waste's of the cold war. He shouted to his men. "GET DOWN! EVERYBODY EVASIVE MANUVEAR A!" He quickly crawled underneath a heating duct that was thankfully off, and sat quietly as his men all did the same thing. They waited for the police, and possible death.

Issac was on his knees. This was just great. First his stock falls. And now he's a fucking hostage.

Issac: Hey terrorist.

Issac jumped up and punched the terrorist in the face and grabbed his gun.

Issac: Fuck you.

And with that Issac shot the terrorist everyone surrounding him and himself.

*Meanwhile in the house where Josef is*

Josef looked at the family. They were all scared.

Josef: You.

Josef pointed at the father. Who was obviously trying to look tough

Josef: Bite me.

Josef opened fire on the father and soon shoot two of the kids. The remaining people. One 7 year old girl. One 8 year old boy and the mother. Started crying.

Josef: SHUT UP!

They immedaitly quieted.

Josef: I want to know. How can you get me out of this area? I have a president to kill.

Mother: All we have is an SUV. (Crying) Please don't hurt my babies!

Josef: You mean.

Josef shoots the other kids. Then he points the gun to the ex-mother's head

Josef: Where is it?

Mother: In the garage.

Josef: Take me there.

The mother lead Josef to the garage and into the car. Then he threw her in the passanger's seat and started the car.

Josef: Where is the capitol!?

Mother: 5 miles from here.

Josef drove to the capitol and then shot the ex-mother. He dumped the car in some lake

Josef: That president is as good as dead.

Josef made his way to a rooftop acroos from the president's house. He look for something to aim at. Then he found a bodyguard. He took him out with one shot to the head.

(OOC: I would like for the otherremaining men. To be caught. And then rat Josef out.)

ooc-i wont accept this...theres no way in hell he would even be on the road never the less made it to the most heavily guarded place...

"screw the civi's they shoulda done something!" he tossed in a flasgbang and seconds later on the radio "frag out!" he cooked the fuse and counted to three, It had a 6 second fuse he threw it as hard as he could it exploded somewhere on the floor

ooc-where are they located?

OOC: Right, and you can't say when somebody else dies. That's up to them.

BIG..........



IGNORE

OOC: Right, and you can't say when somebody else dies. That's up to them.

BIG..........



IGNORE
was that directed to me? i think so...

Hanz saw the flash grenade go off in the room outside, and quickly rolled over the other way. He was the only one smart enough to do this, and as such, shrapnel from the frag only went into his special back reinforced Kevlar vest. Everyone else got a facefull. Some lived due to pure adrenaline, others died before they even got the deadly "Whitewash." Hanz and three other men was all that was left, and all of them were disoriented. Hanz flipped back over and looked around.

was that directed to me? i think so...


Oh.... no

Wrescal Lane I meant.

the men quickly moved in (did i mention..this is a 20 man squad..i can make it 10 if youd like..)
they saw what looked like a terrorist and fired smoke was still in the area due to the grenade,they had no idea whether they hit them or not. "COVER COVER!" was what was being shouted, They quickly moved behind a small wall and looked for any kind of advancement.

Oh.... no

Wrescal Lane I meant.
ooc-ya...i posted befor ALL roads closed...and how the hell is one man going to infiltrate the most heavily guarded place in the country?

"frag out" whispered the man nearest to the edge of the wall, they moved back, once again they cooked it off 3 seconds he then threw it out as he noticed, It was a dud he then pulled the pin on another flashbang and threw it.

OOC: Ten might make it last longer but it's up to you.

IC: Hanz saw the shadow of the man taking point and shot where he thought him to be. He heard James scream as he was shot, and knew that today was the day. After over 250 battles, this was the one he wasn't going to leave. "Well it took 'um long enough!" he muttered to himself. Then he started firing blindly into the smoke, trying to take as many as he could with him.

ooc-ten it is.

The men opened fire,the man on point was hit several times he screamed in agony "FUCK YOU YOU FUCKIN IMIGRANT BASTARD!"(exscuse the language..theyre angry over the fallen comrade)he fired a few rounds, a jam he was taken down one in between the eyes they were amazed of the accuracy, They kept fireing hopeing they wouldnt be hit to.

OOC: Sorry about that. I didn't read that. Just forget that part about Isaac. And we'll have Josef get captured. I'll just start i nthe middle of the way.

Josef sped up a little bit. He turned the radio to 85.8 FM. The premier news Radio station.

Radio: All roads closed to a 20 mile radius.

Josef: Dangit. You. Get out right now.

The mother got out and waited for other directions

Mother: You are a piece of shit and I hate you.

Josef: Shut the hell up.

Josef was so caught up in the argument he didn't notice the Police cars surrounding him

Police: Get out of the car. We know you are in there Josef. You are wanted everywhere in the world. You are under arrest.

The cops got out armed with bullet Proof vests and AKs

Mother: Help. He killed my family! Lock him up.

The cops got the mother and didn't notice Josef get out and start running. Only one man did. He started firing at him and running after him. Pretty soon another officer got in his car and caught up to Josef where he arrested him.

(OOC: You can do whatever with him now. Torture him. Interrogate him. Lock him up. Kill him)

The police officer handed the women a combat knive and a pistol, She started by cutting his penis and testicals off and shoveing his own penis in his mouth, A picture was taken as blood went everywhere she then shoot him in the anal cavity and laughed as tears ran down her face, She then shot him in the lung and waited for him to die.
she then yelled "BASTARD!"

And then it happened. It was not unlikely for father and son to travel together in squad in the terrorist cell, and today was not unusual. Hanz's son Jonson of 19 had accompanied his father on this mission. He was shot through the mouth by one of the SWAT members. Hanz went beserk. He jumped out of his hiding place and shot wildly around, forgetting all discipline but not his training. He fired off hundreds of shots and thought he killed at least five of the SWAT, but he didn't care. He wanted out. Now

5 men did go down,Not all died but 3 did the remaining men fired rapidly bullets went everywhere "MEDIC! MEDIC! WE NEED A MEDIC WHEN THIS IS ALL DONE!"was shouted on the radio, the medical staff were scared.

Hanz took a bullet in the arm, and the stomach. He didn't care about it either. He was is a pure frenzy. He didn't notice what he hit, and he kept firing. His stomach ached furiously, but he fought on. They took my son, and I'm dead too. Might as well take as many of 'um as I can to hell with me! "DIE BASTARDS!"

5 men rushed through the door and opened fire, one man yelled "SEIZE FIRE!" as he tackled him to the ground and took out his knive and put it to his throat.3 men went in and covered him.

Hanz laughed. It was dry and dying. "Took you long enough. Oh. Look. I'm bleeding. Haha. Get off me you dirty bastard. You don't want my terrorist blood on your clean suit. It might melt away or something."

(OOC: Lol. Like what you did to Josef. And could someone maybe do an RP about the mall?)

Mark and another man hunched down under a bush. The other man had been burnt in the explosion and was in alot of pain.

Mark: I have a feeling in the pit of my stomach that Josef is dead. I have no reason to live. As he was my adopted brother and best friend.

Mark shot himself twice in the stomach and once in the head. He was dead.

(OOC: Just wanted to finish up this stuff. For this group at least.)

ooc: i only got a minute so could you figure out the details

ic: Ivan started to ttell them his long story from the beggining

ooc: i'll be back at 8:00 pm Pacific

Hanz laughed. It was dry and dying. "Took you long enough. Oh. Look. I'm bleeding. Haha. Get off me you dirty bastard. You don't want my terrorist blood on your clean suit. It might melt away or something."
"Guess what? do you like being tortured?" he picked him up and cuffed him, They loaded him into a armored van men went up to the top floor and began to disarm the bomb. in the presidents mind it was a job well done.

OOC: So is it over now or do we go onto the torture?

Joe woke up in the hospital. He was surrounded by guards and the outside half of his right foot was gone. Joe could see the way the cast curved that this was the case. He hoped to God that everything had gone down correctly, and he said, "Guard...what is the situation?"

The guard quickly replied, "They brought you in here two days ago, and we're guardng you against any possible terrorists."

Joe wanted to slap this man, but talked instead, "No. I mean with the stock exchange. What's happened?"

"Oh..." The guard looked a little embarassed, "We stormed the place, killed all the terrorists, only thre civillians got killed, and the bomb was disabled."

"Yea!" Joe said, weakly.

OOC: sorry about that last post, i was truley in a hurry and couldn't read the back story, lets just say he died from a grenade

IC: Cyrus called Ivan on the Radio, and the response he got wasn't good, Static he thought, Damn. This couldn't be going any worse. He called Brock to find out what was going on, and why he couldn't contact Ivan.
"I don't know about Ivan, but the stock exchange was a total mess, It's hard to tell, but i think they all died in a fire fight between the swats. Shortly before the battle though, i think i saw someone come out of a man hole, but i'm not sure."
"well, for now let it be, but if you get any info, contact me"
"Over and out" Brock replied
Cyrus was getting angry, nobody seemed to care that a school was being held hostage, He had lost 5 operatives, the smell in the gym was beggining to get noxious, and the kids wouldn't stop crying. He was going to have to do something drastic. Then suddenly he got a call from brock "SIR! They were just carrying out dead bodies and i think I saw Ivan, it was our uniform deffinatly."
Damn, he thought and then replied to brock "Brock, I want you to leave that area and come back here, we have no other business there and i don't want to lose another operative to that damned building."
"Will do sir"
Cyrus decided it was time to execute some hostages, when suddenly he heard a voice on a loudspeaker.

OOC: sorry about that last post, i was truley in a hurry and couldn't read the back story, lets just say he died from a grenade

IC: Cyrus called Ivan on the Radio, and the response he got wasn't good, Static he thought, Damn. This couldn't be going any worse. He called Brock to find out what was going on, and why he couldn't contact Ivan.
"I don't know about Ivan, but the stock exchange was a total mess, It's hard to tell, but i think they all died in a fire fight between the swats. Shortly before the battle though, i think i saw someone come out of a man hole, but i'm not sure."
"well, for now let it be, but if you get any info, contact me"
"Over and out" Brock replied
Cyrus was getting angry, nobody seemed to care that a school was being held hostage, He had lost 5 operatives, the smell in the gym was beggining to get noxious, and the kids wouldn't stop crying. He was going to have to do something drastic. Then suddenly he got a call from brock "SIR! They were just carrying out dead bodies and i think I saw Ivan, it was our uniform deffinatly."
Damn, he thought and then replied to brock "Brock, I want you to leave that area and come back here, we have no other business there and i don't want to lose another operative to that damned building."
"Will do sir"
Cyrus decided it was time to execute some hostages, when suddenly he heard a voice on a loudspeaker.
this time,they wernt sending in SWAT, They were going to send in special forces trained in urban-combat better armed and better trained, They gave a damn and cared about the civilians they constanttly checked the roof, They moved to the door, A back door a window and where going to storm the roof shortly after via helicopter these men were ready.

OOC: So is it over now or do we go onto the torture?
torture! this is gonna be good...he wont like the way of torture.

IC:"So,tell us..what country are you based in?" he took out a knive and chopped the terrorists thumb off and put in front of him, His hands where cuffed to a table no way he could move, The table and chair both bolted to the floor. The president approved of the torute and enjoyed watching it on CCTV.

Hanz did not grimace whe the thumb was cut off. In fact, pain was almost non-existent to him now. His stomach was bleeding profusely. "Screw you. You shot my son. I'll kill you if you ever let me go. Might as well kill me." He swore at the swat member in Russian.

ooc: i won't be available for about 2 and a half hours, or until i post so please don't storm the school without me torture hanz till i get back

Hanz did not grimace whe the thumb was cut off. In fact, pain was almost non-existent to him now. His stomach was bleeding profusely. "Screw you. You shot my son. I'll kill you if you ever let me go. Might as well kill me." He swore at the swat member in Russian.
"Your sons alive pal...the bullet wasnt fatal in fact hes recovering" he lied to him,befor putting salt on the wound....Moments later he chopped off Hanz testicals and penis, He laughed befor putting it infront of Hanz face

Cyrus was about ready to negotiate, when suddnely he got word from one of his plainclothes men that it looked like they were going to storm the building. Hearing this Cyrus ordered the 4 remaining sniper teams to get ready, and start shooting the second they started to burst in. Meanwhile one of the plainclothe men was held at gunpoint outside, when he dropped his gun. Cyrus ordered the soldiers to bring the hostages into a locker room, and guard them. They started carrying the children and teachers into the locker room. they piled the hostages near the front so that if a grenade was tossed in they would suffer minimal casualties, and could then start firing at the door.

OOC: who is the leader of the country where all this happpened, and can Joe get some kind of reward?

ooc: how can you leave me hanging like this the suspence is killing me

ooc: how can you leave me hanging like this the suspence is killing me
I know man, i can't do anything until they do something so it ain't my fault

Fruity loops, please post...

OOC: who is the leader of the country where all this happpened, and can Joe get some kind of reward?
ooc-dio catania JR.

IC:The president awarded Joe a medal of honor and 3 million dollars as a jesture of what he did.

Tear gas was launched in the windows and in the roof, Along with several flashbangs the unit leader said "If your coughing its because im throwing smoke!" the team advanced in the cover.

Are you Fruity loops? I'm not sure...he'd at least log back in to post that.

Fruity loops, please post...
ooc-bad constipation is my fun nation ^_^ sorry i didnt post didnt see it

Cyrus, being the only one in the lobby, started coughing, and shooting his AK-47 in all directions. He ran towards where he thought the Gym was, but it just happened he was running in the opposite direction

An armored bulldozer advanced, Heading to an unkown wall to knock it down. It advanced smashing into the wall, Troops began advanceing inside it. "We have no idea who is who just look for the ones with guns!"

The smoke started clearing and Cyrus could see again. He heard the distant sound of a wall falling down and headed towards the sound

The men were the finest, He heard footsteps(im assumeing your close..) They saw a shadow "Fire" someone whispered on the radio, The team open fired were they thought he was.

ooc well, i sort of want cyrus to live everyone else can die though how about it be Toma

IC: Toma saw the bull dozer ram through the wall just opposite the Gym. When he saw this he opened fire through the smoke. Immediatly enemy fire started raining down on him from the new hole. He took a hit to the leg but kept on firing his p90.Meanwhile the snipers outside decided to start a blood bath on the forces outside the building.

i'm going to have to go eat in a few minutes, so i'll stay as long as possible but if i don't respond to a post thats were i am

"Unleash hell!"(lets make this fast..i got a star trek RP on aim soon) Gunners started fireing where they suspected snipers where at A Blackhawk flew over the roof and droped grenades on the roof and fireing.

At first the snipers were hard to find, but after a bit they became easily spotted, because the spotters had picked up their AK-107's and started firing upon either the men outside the school, or the helecopters. Mean while inside the school Toma took shelter inside the Gym doors. Cyrus having managed to see the Bulldozer with out getting spotted ducks quickly into a classroom and looks around, having spotted a removable piece of flooring he dives in the basement, and starts looking for a way to the Gym

well i'm off to go eat, i guess we'll finish this off later

ooc: I'm back

OOC: are we going o finish this sometime, or is it dead?