NationStates Jolt Archive

Secret IC

The AHISA had been planning this strike for three months. Every individual’s records had been checked and verified. Soon Operation Evenstone was to be executed, wiping out every deviant and subversive in the country.

A lone man, armed with an AH-12 assault rifle, rapidly knocked on the office door of Donald Witzenberg and entered before he responded. “Ever heard of patience?” The President asked, not looking up from his work. “I, ah, apologise, Sir, but the Evenstone planning stage is near completion. All we need to your signature.”

Witzenberg immediately looked up and dropped the papers onto the desk. “What? Where do I need to sign? Give me it now!” he ordered, and the armed man held out his hand containing an envelope and snatched it from him. He ripped it open; hurriedly removed the papers from inside and reviewed the information inside. The Andrehervian Internal Security, Special Republican Guard and police would strike at fascists, anarchists, sexual deviant, punk, rapper, drug dealer, fundamentalist, political dissident and other targeted undesirables and possible opponents of the government would be seized and taken to specially built disposal sites disguised as inconspicuous buildings such as weather stations, satellite stations and water treatment plants. An estimated 53 million people would be killed in this purge and many others to follow.

“Stage 1 will begin as soon as you sign the order.” The man interjected. Without a hint of hesitation, Witzenberg placed the paper on the desk, picked up a nearby pen and slowly signed on the dotted line. Without looking back, he picked up the paper and handed it back to the man. Quietly nodding, he received the paper and walked out, closing the grand, double doors behind him. Witzenberg smiled quickly to himself and returned to his work, excitedly awaiting the outcome.

9.30pm, East Andre City, 13th November 2004

David Johnson had received his orders an hour go. He had first heard of Operation Evenstone at the beginning of October, but cast it aside as a rumour. Now here he was, sitting in an AIS jeep, about to arrest a known sexual deviant (what kind of deviance he did not know) in a convoy of armoured trucks and jeeps. It was a waiting game.

A voice crackled over a radio. “Flood, I repeat flood.” Johnson’s role was to act as backup in case things got nasty. He watched as the troops in the jeep in front of him got out, clad in body armour and wielding MP5’s, quickly got out and ran towards the house, getting in defence and attack positions. Another group ran to back to follow the first team and to prevent any escape. He watch as the team kicked down the flimsy door and stormed in. He heard gunshots, screaming and the yelling of orders. Shortly after, he saw a woman in her late 20’s been dragged out and a few minutes later, a body bag carried out by two soldiers. He sighed and looked at the driver, John Silver. “Hey, Silver, when do you think we’ll actually get out there?” he asked. “Give it time. There’ll be some prick to catch on what’s going on and start defending whatever joke of an existence they have.” Silver replied, his head resting on the steering wheel. Johnson had known Silver since they were in primary school. They both passed their exams together and joined the police together. Though generally the more intelligent and tough, Silver rose to the SWAT ranks before Johnson, though Johnson had the higher rank. To Johnson, Silver was his brother and to Silver exactly the same.

The order cam through that they were done at this location and continued moving.

9.41pm, East Andre City, 13th November 2004

Calum Stevens hobbled slowly to the door. A stoner and dealer, he rarely got anywhere in life. His main income was through hard drugs and was living a meagre existence in a barren estate. He slowly twisted the doorknob when a figure flew past and slammed shut the door. “Hey, man, what are you doing?” he sheepishly yelled. “We’ve got to barricade these doors and windows! And turn off the lights! And arm ourselves!” “What are you talking about, Lou?” “The government troops, they’re dragging people out of their homes! They’ve already taken Andy and Jane, we could very well be next?” “Wait…what?” “There’s no time! Where are your guns?”

Lou and Calum rushed upstairs to his bedroom and opened his cupboard. Inside were 5 pistols, 1 shotgun and a cheap AK47 copy. They began to barricade themselves in, using the furniture and floorboards and then cut the power from the fuse box. They weren’t going to be taken away without a fight.

OOC: Last post for the night, more tomorrow.

IC: 9.56pm, East Andre City, 13th November 2004

The convoy pulled up to the address in the slum of a housing estate. Johnson looked over to the house they were going to strike. The lights were out and there was no sign of activity inside. “Hey, this one could get hot.” He mentioned to Silver. Silver simple hummed in agreement and held his MP5 tighter. The fireteam ran up to the door and prepared to strike. Calum, upstairs in the guest bedroom, took aim with the AK47.

A burst of gunfire shattered the quiet. A lone trooper fell to the ground, several holes in his chest and head and his comrades headed for cover. At the back, another fireteam came under heavy fire from Lou with the shotgun. Nearly instinctively, Silver dived out of their vehicle using the armoured body as cover and Johnson took control of the M240 atop the Humvee. Almost immediately, the two became the next target, coming under sustained fire. Johnson aimed the machine gun at the top left window and pulled the trigger, using suppressive fire to get the fireteam through the perimeter. Silver ran from cover and followed them.

The fireteam, plus Silver, burst into the hallway where Lou had changed position, firing a shell at the group. He immediately was shot in the back by the rear fireteam and another three rounds penetrated his chest by the front fireteam. Before his body hit the floor, the two teams secured the ground floor and dragged Lou’s corpse to the truck outside.

Calum, meanwhile, now had his sights at the door. Propping himself in the corner with only a mattress for cover, he heard the stairs and floorboards creaking outside, whispers and the sound of soldiers preparing to storm the room. He clenched the trigger more tightly.

The door burst opened and, in sheer fright, Calum let out a burst of fire, hitting two soldiers, at least one in the head. Before he could recognise his achievement, the remaining fireteam replied back, shooting him 6 times in the chest and twice in the head. His frightened expression still on his face as his body slumped to the floor.

Johnson ran towards the front door, holding his MP5. He entered the building and saw soldiers sweeping the ground floor for illegal belongings and heard a man yelling in pain upstairs. He proceeded upwards and watched as a SRG troop moaned in agony as he was placed on a stretched to be taken to hospital. He looked further and saw two body bags, one of which was still open. He walked up to it and asked to see who it was before they closed. Using his torch, he flicked the switch to see a better view of the face. It was Silver.

“Oh…” He mumbled before he dropped the torch and stumbled quickly towards the bathroom, clutching the rim of the toilet and vomiting violently. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see the body bag being carried downstairs with one of the soldiers muttering “Poor bastard. He didn’t even see the man who shot him.” With this, he slumped himself in the corner and cried.

Operation Evenstone was a complete success. Undesirables had been rounded up from the Korean, Russian, Austrian and Slovakian Sectors of Andrehervia, estimated between 53 million and 78 million. Those who had been arrested to either sent to re-education camps or, for the more severely affected, disposal sites for processing, as the government had called it. There were brief pockets of resistance during the round-up, but all resistors were quickly annihilated by the SRG and AIS.

Witzenberg paced up and down his office, reading the report with glee. Stage 1 of Operation Evenstone was complete and stage 2 was ready to begin.

His security officer knocked on the door and entered. “Are you ready to leave, Sir? My team and I are ready.” Witzenberg nodded slightly and left his office, flanked by his Presidential Private Guard team. He paced to the lift, ascending 5 floors to the television studio, where he was due to make a broadcast to the nation. The gallery operator walked up to him. “You’re early, Sir.” He mentioned, offering his coffee to Witzenberg. “No, thank you, I had a drink before I arrived.” The operator nodded and walked off, before stopping short. “Oh, you’re about 25 minutes early, so if you just want to quickly practice, you’re welcome to.” He yelled from the other side of the corridor. “No, no, I’ll be just fine.” The operator smiled and continued to walk. The security officer slowly shuffled beside Witzenberg. “Want me to dispose of that insolent fool, Sir?” he offered, menacingly. “No, he’s a decent character, and he’s got kids. Leave the soul alone.” Witzenberg replied coolly. The officer shrugged, then moved away.

13 minutes had passed and Witzenberg decided to move to the studio. His security team wished him well and he moved confidently into the cold, dark room and onto the podium. The cameraman, one of his security team, signalled to him the five second countdown and with that Witzenberg took a deep breath and his booming voice filled the room.

Ladies! Gentlemen! Children! Friends! Today marks another glorious phase from backwards poverty to rich progress!

After much deliberation between myself and the cabinet, I came to a decision that will benefit all citizens in Andrehervian borders. All undesirables such as fascists, anarchists, sexual deviant, punks, rappers, drug dealers, fundamentalists, political dissidents and other related vermin festering on our country like the parasites there have been virtually destroyed from the Andrehervian society! Of course, only a few pockets of the scourge have resisted but rest assured our glorious military will fight these barbarians until their last breaths.

Further to this operation, new legislation has been passed to ensure that these crimes against humanity never surface again. Any media, way of thinking or general act of acceptance and integration into these subhuman ways will from here on in be outlawed. Music, film, digital and other related media are now banned. Public performances of any and all subjects described above is now banned. Any individuals attempting to integrate with these subversive ways will be faced with the full threat of the law.

Now, citizens, you are safe from the terror that is being inflicted on humanity. Now, the human race has a chance of survival away from these corruptive influences. Now, the proletariat has the chance to live their lives without fear or intimidation by these scum!

With that, he strode confidently out of the studio, awaiting the celebratory parades throughout Andrehervia.