Maldaathi
10-11-2004, 13:50
OOC: No one knows who ordered this attack. Cept me. So unless you do some uber interrogating doubt you'll find out...
RP: The plane full of tourists touched down at the Findar International. They stepped off the plane and were greeted by an armed convoy of guards.
"Welcome to the most Holy Empire of Findar. You must wear this bracelet for identification purposes at all times,"
He held up a light blue collar.
"This will monitor your position at all times. We don't want you committing crimes. That’s about it. And also please avoid discussing the outside world, we don’t want any of our citizens getting any ideas."
The armed group got into a nearby hum-vee and sped off towards a non-descript hangar. The group of about 100 tourists put their bracelets on, a small group did not, before continuing to collect their luggage. They picked out their bags and moved off to a corner of the runway where they opened their bags and in a swift movement pulled something out and close the bags back up. They put their bracelets on and slung their bags over their shoulders. The group walked off and was followed by a few others.
*******
At the safe house
"Alright our contact has made sure our bags got past through customs. We are set to go. We just need to set up the other...things, then we commence the attack!"
The leader looked about his men the 14 from the airport as well as the few who followed where sitting on chairs around the room all had changed into a light green top bearing a angel with a gun insignia and urban camo-pants with black combat boots to complete the ensemble.
"We are Hells Angels working for the corporation and our country to remain undisclosed to anyone outside this room. We begin the preparations 0600 tomorrow. I want you all to lay low and make sure no-one gets a close at your ID bracelets, or they will suspect they are fake."
The group cheered and dispersed.
" If we can pull this off the corporation will be extremely happy. Giving me enough funds to finally retire. Lets just hope I make it. " he thought.
He stepped out of them room and clicked the door shut as he too jumped into a nearby convertible and sped off down the dusty road.
0900. In front of the National Broadcasting facility Channel F
A group of 3 stood outside the doors surveying the complex, their guns tucked in their coats. A member looked over at a nearby sign.
‘Channel F, we cater to what our emperor wants you to watch!’
He looked disgusted.
“These poor mindless animals. We will be setting them free from themselves. They will have Freedom.”
The other 2 mumbled in agreement.
“Alright the plan is to jack the station and broadcast this pre-taped material to Findar. We have to be in and out before the END of the tape or the police will swarm the place and there will be no way out. Don’t kill the Telecast Executive as information says you need a 4-digit pass code to play anything. We shoot a few of her… friends to make her talk.”
Nods came from the other members followed by a sharp salute from all.
Then the party entered the station one-by-one.
Inside Channel F Broadcast Station
The reception area was made of marble with a water fountain in the form of the Emperor, Findar the third, in the middle. Desks were around the area with small coffee tables and comfortable looking chairs.
They stepped up to the reception desk.
“We need to see the Telecast Executive.”
The pretty receptionist didn’t look up from the computer.
“We need to see her now!”
She continued to ignore them, which angered the leader. He drew a pistol and put a slug between her eyes. :sniper:
“Anyone question why we are here? Well now we see what they are like. Ok new plan. Take these radios,” he gave the other 2 the sleek silver radios. “Split up and search for this person. When you find her radio in and we will be there quick! Move out!”
The 3 guys went through different doorways and down the winding halls.
10 minutes later
Radio “Attention SLAVES of Findar, I am Ryoko, Leader of Hell’s Angels..”, before he could finish however he is interrupted by one of his subordinates, “ psssst..,the cops are onto us we don’t have long. Theres a strong chance the Emperor has been informed…”
RP: The plane full of tourists touched down at the Findar International. They stepped off the plane and were greeted by an armed convoy of guards.
"Welcome to the most Holy Empire of Findar. You must wear this bracelet for identification purposes at all times,"
He held up a light blue collar.
"This will monitor your position at all times. We don't want you committing crimes. That’s about it. And also please avoid discussing the outside world, we don’t want any of our citizens getting any ideas."
The armed group got into a nearby hum-vee and sped off towards a non-descript hangar. The group of about 100 tourists put their bracelets on, a small group did not, before continuing to collect their luggage. They picked out their bags and moved off to a corner of the runway where they opened their bags and in a swift movement pulled something out and close the bags back up. They put their bracelets on and slung their bags over their shoulders. The group walked off and was followed by a few others.
*******
At the safe house
"Alright our contact has made sure our bags got past through customs. We are set to go. We just need to set up the other...things, then we commence the attack!"
The leader looked about his men the 14 from the airport as well as the few who followed where sitting on chairs around the room all had changed into a light green top bearing a angel with a gun insignia and urban camo-pants with black combat boots to complete the ensemble.
"We are Hells Angels working for the corporation and our country to remain undisclosed to anyone outside this room. We begin the preparations 0600 tomorrow. I want you all to lay low and make sure no-one gets a close at your ID bracelets, or they will suspect they are fake."
The group cheered and dispersed.
" If we can pull this off the corporation will be extremely happy. Giving me enough funds to finally retire. Lets just hope I make it. " he thought.
He stepped out of them room and clicked the door shut as he too jumped into a nearby convertible and sped off down the dusty road.
0900. In front of the National Broadcasting facility Channel F
A group of 3 stood outside the doors surveying the complex, their guns tucked in their coats. A member looked over at a nearby sign.
‘Channel F, we cater to what our emperor wants you to watch!’
He looked disgusted.
“These poor mindless animals. We will be setting them free from themselves. They will have Freedom.”
The other 2 mumbled in agreement.
“Alright the plan is to jack the station and broadcast this pre-taped material to Findar. We have to be in and out before the END of the tape or the police will swarm the place and there will be no way out. Don’t kill the Telecast Executive as information says you need a 4-digit pass code to play anything. We shoot a few of her… friends to make her talk.”
Nods came from the other members followed by a sharp salute from all.
Then the party entered the station one-by-one.
Inside Channel F Broadcast Station
The reception area was made of marble with a water fountain in the form of the Emperor, Findar the third, in the middle. Desks were around the area with small coffee tables and comfortable looking chairs.
They stepped up to the reception desk.
“We need to see the Telecast Executive.”
The pretty receptionist didn’t look up from the computer.
“We need to see her now!”
She continued to ignore them, which angered the leader. He drew a pistol and put a slug between her eyes. :sniper:
“Anyone question why we are here? Well now we see what they are like. Ok new plan. Take these radios,” he gave the other 2 the sleek silver radios. “Split up and search for this person. When you find her radio in and we will be there quick! Move out!”
The 3 guys went through different doorways and down the winding halls.
10 minutes later
Radio “Attention SLAVES of Findar, I am Ryoko, Leader of Hell’s Angels..”, before he could finish however he is interrupted by one of his subordinates, “ psssst..,the cops are onto us we don’t have long. Theres a strong chance the Emperor has been informed…”