NationStates Jolt Archive

Several men, drove in Tarinholtz, a city of where the Flight 69 Crash so near. These men, fully supported Communistic relations.

Days earlier, they had planned out their attacks. They had assumed roles, with certain companies. Over 16 men were out. All after Credit Unions. They held the ID badges of the staff they had murdered at these buildings. For now, they checked the very briefcases they held, and got out. All at one building. Parking the black suburban in a Handicap zone and moving inside the building. One man sitting down in a chair and putting his Briefcase next to it.

Number 2, moved up to the Security desk, squeezing the handle of the briefcase and placing it on the floor. Hidden by the shadows, then dispersing into the Elevator. His job was over, except to go down to the Galley and help with the 'Catering Team.'

The new Catering Team. The Catering team pulled up in a large truck. Placing the new fifty gallon jug of 'Sauce' as it was marked into the Kitchen. The kitchen staff were out today. No galley, due to the Ovens were broken, they planned to move quickly to the Fireroom, gripping the Mp5s that they had.

The rest of the crew, 'forgot' their suitcases in hidden places. Though, some of them were in a Cubicle area. Alot of them to be obvious also. Then they begun to move out. Not wanting to be caught at 5:20 in this place, due to the fact it was only 5:10. Then again, they stayed to make sure all went well.

6 IIB agants sped through the downtown streets of Tarinholtz in a silver BMW. They had received an anynamous tip that several buildings were rigged to explode at 5:20.

The car accelerated to fifth gear. The driver laid on the horn as the clock neared 5:18. An agent in the back seat said, "Careful of these car clocks. They're usually outta whack. "

His logic proved right. At 5:19, a massive explosion erupted from a nearby building. The entire block went up in red and orange flames. Flames burst out from under the road, obviously fed by underground gas lines.

The sleek German sportscar couldn't stop in time. A massive fireball consumed the car, and it disappeared.

Laughed lightly. He then sent a Telefax to the President of this land.


The terroists in the various buildings. Scattered and rigged everything. Setting their watch to it. Mere seconds before, they all committed suicide. Happy of their venture.


At exactly, 5:20 and two seconds, one explosion went off in each building. Allowing fire and making the fire control sprinklers to go off. Releasing liquid sarin upon the groups below, then after three minutes, various explosions went off in each building. Making it collapse down into the streets. The rubble taking out cars and civillians. It was over. The smoking and firey debris was over, so it seemed.


Four minutes afterwards, the cars that had been sitting half-a-mile away, filled with 80lbs of C4, exploded. Erupting into a firery ball of fury.

OOC: All members in that Terroist Squad are dead, except the Leader, who quickly ran back across the border, to hide back by taking a plane to the Nation of Jurrik.

Buildings were gone. Sixteen, all credit unions.