Siap
14-11-2004, 03:00
Two cars sped down a barren turnpike. The hot desert sun scorched the parched, arid desert. The two cars pulled into a gas station that was so coated in sand, it resembled a pile of trash somebody left on the side of the road, from a distance. The cars pulled in and three men got out of each car. "Another be-eautiful day in the Greater Siapian Wasteland." one said loudly.
"Aye" another responded.
"How did the fundraising go?"
"Knocked over a bank in some small town no one's heard of. Got $10,000 though. It was as vestel as Mother Mary."
"That can get us out of the country."
"You get the equipment?"
"I got us a couple of AKs and some SEMTEX."
"Never were one to part with your money, eh?"
"We need as much cash as we can."
"Thats why were gasing up here eh?"
The men paid and tore off onto the turnpike.
A couple of hours later, they came to the city of Blakeford. They drove through the city and parked at the edge of the Esmund River. They got out, and passed photographs among eachother. "This is his car. White Camry. The bastard is too paranoid to drive anything that would make him stick out. Fortunately, we got his plates. When the cars line up to pay the toll, the bastard is ours. When he comes along, we blow a support, the bridge buckles, traffic stops. We just walk up to him and put him full of lead. God, that F***er Clarke will pay for his crimes."
A week later
Dr. Clarke drove up the Esmund bridge, as cars slowed for traffic. "Damn, I won't hear the end of this Hogsweat sh** at the office." he thought. Suddenly, the bridge rumbled, and all the cars came to a stop. "Holy sh** what the f*** is going on?" He stepped out of his car midst the honking when he felt an immediate stinging in his side. The sensation was accompanied by many more and the warm presence of blood. Traffic on the other side of the bridge was nonexistent (The blast halted all cars in the middle of the bridge) and two cars roared away out of the city.
Excerpt from "Siap Weekly Post"
Dr. Hal Clarke, director of the Siapian Intellegence Network met his unfortunate demise at the hands of the group "Freedom's Hand". Most of the country decries this horrible assasination, but some call it an act of justice. Dr. Clarke was allegedly involved in many conspiracies, and his ties to organized crime are still questioned. He was considered the most controversial director of SIN of his time, when he ended a hostage crisis by giving the terrorists the money they demanded, except that it was counterfeit and coated in an explosive substance. This gave him a reputation as a cold blooded killer, after the blast took the lives of several civilians not involved in the attack. Authorities are still searching for the assasins..."
"Aye" another responded.
"How did the fundraising go?"
"Knocked over a bank in some small town no one's heard of. Got $10,000 though. It was as vestel as Mother Mary."
"That can get us out of the country."
"You get the equipment?"
"I got us a couple of AKs and some SEMTEX."
"Never were one to part with your money, eh?"
"We need as much cash as we can."
"Thats why were gasing up here eh?"
The men paid and tore off onto the turnpike.
A couple of hours later, they came to the city of Blakeford. They drove through the city and parked at the edge of the Esmund River. They got out, and passed photographs among eachother. "This is his car. White Camry. The bastard is too paranoid to drive anything that would make him stick out. Fortunately, we got his plates. When the cars line up to pay the toll, the bastard is ours. When he comes along, we blow a support, the bridge buckles, traffic stops. We just walk up to him and put him full of lead. God, that F***er Clarke will pay for his crimes."
A week later
Dr. Clarke drove up the Esmund bridge, as cars slowed for traffic. "Damn, I won't hear the end of this Hogsweat sh** at the office." he thought. Suddenly, the bridge rumbled, and all the cars came to a stop. "Holy sh** what the f*** is going on?" He stepped out of his car midst the honking when he felt an immediate stinging in his side. The sensation was accompanied by many more and the warm presence of blood. Traffic on the other side of the bridge was nonexistent (The blast halted all cars in the middle of the bridge) and two cars roared away out of the city.
Excerpt from "Siap Weekly Post"
Dr. Hal Clarke, director of the Siapian Intellegence Network met his unfortunate demise at the hands of the group "Freedom's Hand". Most of the country decries this horrible assasination, but some call it an act of justice. Dr. Clarke was allegedly involved in many conspiracies, and his ties to organized crime are still questioned. He was considered the most controversial director of SIN of his time, when he ended a hostage crisis by giving the terrorists the money they demanded, except that it was counterfeit and coated in an explosive substance. This gave him a reputation as a cold blooded killer, after the blast took the lives of several civilians not involved in the attack. Authorities are still searching for the assasins..."