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THIS HAS BECOME MORE THAN A STORE FRONT. THE REAL RP STARTS ON PAGE THREE.


Now offering a 25% Discount on the next 3 purchases

"If you want two hearts, three brains, or just a larger penis. Jaquess International has you covered."

Today, the Jarridian based company of Jaquess International, has decided to begin the outsourcing of jobs to the citizens of Jurrik and other undisclosed nations. We are no longer offering them monetary compensation; instead, we are taking them from their homes and bringing them to the surgical wing of our corporation. Here they are quickly dismembered, some alive, some under anesthesia.

All organs will be quickly extracted and preserved until an order has been requested and the need to be fulfilled. JI will be offering these organs at low low prices, which are the following:

Organs

Heart - $100
Brain - $150
Kidneys - $50 ea.
Urinary Tract - $280 (Included Bladder)
Male Genitalia - $400
Female Genitalia - $500
Stomach - $75
Large Intestine - $560
Small Intestine - $480
Esophagus - $300
Arteries and Veins - Depends on segment
Liver - $890
Ovaries & Uterus - $960
Eyes - $345
Ears (includes Middle and Inner) - $455
Bones - Depends on what is ordered
Nerves - Depends on Segment
Prostate - $175
Other Portions of the Male and Female Reproductive Systems - Depends on Order

Limbs

Arm - $500 (ea.)
Leg - $675 (ea.)
Toe - $45 (ea.)
Finger - $50 (ea.)

Tissues

Skin - $145 per pound
Ligaments $575 (ea.)
Tendons - $560 (ea.)
Muscle - $200 - $890 (Depends on Muscle type)
Cartilage - $675 per pound
Heart/Digestive/Other Valves - $200 (ea.)

If there is something that you desire, and do not find it on the list above, please let is know and we will do what we can to get it for you. Thank you.

OOC and IC: The Jarridian Government and general populous have nothing to do with this companies actions. Thank you.

TAG (I'm about to run out the door for college... though they've got comps, so I'll make my post when I got a chance there since it's to much to type in about 2 minutes time)

The current majority shareholder of Omicron Alpha Government Incorporated would like to personally congratulate the management team of Jaquess International for having the sense to enter such a potentially profitable market, and hopes their marketing team has success. He reminds Jaquess International that all companies are welcome here, and that no taxes are gathered from any. You may find, however, that you face fierce competition from MediCare Ltd, already based in OA, who offer a similar service at similar prices and already has an established customer base.

One things that perks our accountant's interest, however, is how you are able to make any profit of this venture; buying organs for tens of thousands of International Dollars only to sell them at mere hundreds of dollars? Where are you making up these costs? Advertising, government donations, other related services you have not mentioned here, or something else?

Secret IC: In answer to OA's question, little do our donators know, but they money they are promised is usually much less that what we offer. The Jarridian government, along with the Jarridian states, charge a large tax on the money that would come from these ventures, and lots of the money gets taken away through an export tax with has been placed on these practices by the Jarridian Government. In short, its a bunch of promises the company has not, and will not fulfill. Only those who are donating organs and etc. don't know it, and usually dismiss their lack of funds that go to their families as to be that they were not health donors.

Secret IC: In answer to OA's question, little do our donators know, but they money they are promised is usually much less that what we offer. The Jarridian government, along with the Jarridian states, charge a large tax on the money that would come from these ventures, and lots of the money gets taken away through an export tax with has been placed on these practices by the Jarridian Government. In short, its a bunch of promises the company has not, and will not fulfill. Only those who are donating organs and etc. don't know it, and usually dismiss their lack of funds that go to their families as to be that they were not health donors.

Secret IC:

Ah, excellent exploitation tactics. Exploitation worthy of an Omicronian, in fact. You didn't study at Haven Business University, did you?

Good job. We wish you success. And don't worry, we know of the need for secrecy with 'certain' aspects of business.

The Director
Omicron Alpha Government Incorporated

OOC: Alright, now that I got the time, here comes my post...
IC:
Ralf Bunson was a father of two and a loving husband. Recently, he was in a major car crash in which he lost both arms and both legs. His wife, Dorresa, currently is a stay-home mother, taking care of their three-month old daughter. The son, a 12 year old, attends school.

He was the only source of income for this family, who is in an extremely bad position. Their church is helping with getting them food, paying the rent, and various other things, but their church can fix everything.

The mother saw an ad in the newspaper about a service that was not common around ViZion, and certainly not cheap. She discussed this over with her husband and his doctor, and agreed to give them the call.

"Hello, yes, I am Dorresa. My husband was recently in a major accident. Yes, he lost both arms and both legs, and, well, we came across your add. We were wondering what could be done?"

bump for Jarridia

Dear Dorresa,

We are sorry to hear of the tragic accident your husband was in. We do specialize in not only the removal of the limbs and organs, but also reusing them. If you would wish this to be done by JI professionals, then please come to Jarridia and we will locate the best donor limbs necessary for your husband. However, if you cannot, then we will do our best to locate and send what is necessary. If you are unable to travel to Jarridia, then we will need you to locate your health care official and get the necessary paperwork. Thank you, and god bless.

-Henry Winkly
Executive of Recievers

Dear Dorresa,

We are sorry to hear of the tragic accident your husband was in. We do specialize in not only the removal of the limbs and organs, but also reusing them. If you would wish this to be done by JI professionals, then please come to Jarridia and we will locate the best donor limbs necessary for your husband. However, if you cannot, then we will do our best to locate and send what is necessary. If you are unable to travel to Jarridia, then we will need you to locate your health care official and get the necessary paperwork. Thank you, and god bless.

-Henry Winkly
Executive of Recievers
Would you be able to offer private transportation? The hospital will not transfer him, and with his condition, we dare not fly on anything ill-equipped for someone in his current condition.

you can just get implants for your willy, no need to buy a whole new one :rolleyes:

In your case, we will be willing to offer you special transportation to Jarridian and to the JI Headquarters. Once again, we thank you for your interest and total costs for his injuries will be around $1,200. More will be discussed upon further communication.

Henry Winkly

Thank you. We can afford this, and look forward to meeting with you in person! We can't wait to have my husband back in full form again!

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Secret IC:

"Hello sirs.....we wish to purchase vast amountssss of parts for testing which would have been covered by the government if they didn't go and ban cloning of humanssss! Always messing with me precious researchessss.. We would like to purchase as much as posssssible if you can fill our orders.... jejejejeje. You will be paid greatly if you can provide us with orders in excess of millions of parts."

Secret IC

To:Tanthan
From: Public Relations of JI
Re: Testing of Parts

We would be more than happy to supply you with all the body parts you need. We do understand the need for secrecy in this cruel and unusual world. We ourselves come under fire from our own government. If you will give us the exact numbers of what you want, then we will be able to extract and deliver what you will need. Thank you.

-John Trapse
Vice President of PR

Secret IC:

You do a great a service to all of humanity with this storefront, on behave of Tanthan's top secret biochem research labs we salute you and request orders of the following 'products'.

Organs

Heart - $100 we need 10,000,000 ($1,000,000,000)
Brain - $150 we need 10,000,000 ($1,500,000,000)
Kidneys - $50 ea. we need 200,000,000 ($10,000,000,000)
Urinary Tract - $280 we need 1,000,000 ($280,000,000)
Male Genitalia - $400 we need......dang girls..... 100,000,000 ($40,000,000,000)
Female Genitalia - $500 we need only 200,000 ($100,000,000)
Stomach - $75 we need 100,000,000 ($7,500,000,000)
Large Intestine - $560 we need 1,000,000 ($560,000,000)
Small Intestine - $480 we need 2,000,000 ($960,000,000)
Esophagus - $300 we need 3,000,000 ($900,000,000)
Liver - $890 we need 10,000,000 ($8,900,000,000)
Ovaries & Uterus - $960 we need 1,000,000 ($960,000,000)
Eyes - $345 - we'll take 10,000,000 eyes ($3,450,000,000)
Ears (includes Middle and Inner) - $455 we need 1,000,000 ($455,000,000)
Prostate - $175 we'll take 10,000,000 ($1,750,000,000)
So far $78.315 billion.

Limbs

Arm - $500 (ea.) we need 20,000,000 ($10,000,000,000)
Leg - $675 (ea.) we need 10,000,000 ($6,750,000,000)
Toe - $45 (ea.) we need 200,000,000 ($9,000,000,000)
Finger - $50 (ea.) we need 200,000,000 ($10,000,000,000)

Tissues

Skin - $145 per pound, we need 1,000,000 ($145,000,000)
Ligaments $575 (ea.) we need 1,000,000 ($575,000,000)
Tendons - $560 (ea.) we need 1,000,000 ($560,000,000)
Muscle - $200 - $890 (the best ones) we need 1,000,000 ($890,000,000)
Cartilage - $675 per pound we need 1,000,000 ($675,000,000)
Heart/Digestive/Other Valves - $200 (ea.) we'll take 5,000,000 ($1,000,000,000)


The total comes to $117,910,000,000 and will be wired through our secret system upon confirmation of our large order of your 'products'. All of these parts except for many of the male genitals; which our going to be attached to quite a few lucky lesbians, are going to serve a great amount of research for Tanthan. Fields which this order will help out, Bio-mechanics, robotic body parts, medical research, bio-chemical effects research, and 26 other research fields. Funding from the purchase comes from Welfare Spending, Healthcare, Education, Defence, Commerce.

Order confirmed Tanthan. Thank you for your business.

Bump

A small, private hospital in the city of Cora Cora is looking to set up a partnership. Cora Cora Emergency Surrogate Hospital is known to be the hospital in southern ViZion to go to if you are in need of a transpant.

We agree, and shall back this small hospital.

Secret IC: I would like to obtain the following items for Field Marshall Maximus Seville's christmas gift.

1 Heart - $100
1 Kidney - $50
1 Stomach - $75
1 Liver - $890
and
1 Prostate - $175
for a total of $1215

Make sure the organs are from type A positve donors. We would like to keep the transaction confidential and I'll give you 50 bucks if you agree not to keep any record.....

-Sky Marshall Willam Seville

Secret IC: I would like to obtain the following items for Field Marshall Maximus Seville's christmas gift.

1 Heart - $100
1 Kidney - $50
1 Stomach - $75
1 Liver - $890
and
1 Prostate - $175
for a total of $1215

Make sure the organs are from type A positve donors. We would like to keep the transaction confidential and I'll give you 50 bucks if you agree not to keep any record.....

-Sky Marshall Willam Seville

Your offer is being processed......
...
Approved!

Secret IC:
Upon the moment you wire the money, we will send you a Heart, Kidney, Stomach, Liver and a Prostate at the total cost of $1215. All organs will be A positive as requested. As for confidentiality, this is always part of the Jaquess International Contract. No information will be given to any outside party, however...you have requested us not to keep record, and thus we shall not. Thank you for your business.

David Jaquess
CEO

-Tag g2g bye.

Bump

We wish to see our great allies company to succeed, so BUMP!

BUMP... Now offering a 25% discount on the next 5 purchases.

ooc:is it possible to order living people?
if so
secret ic:Our Bioresearch teams would like to order living people for experimintation.
Please transmit the price so we calculate how many we may purchase.
Dircetor of BioSciences

Secret IC:

Yes, it is possible to order living people, however we prefer them to be dead because of liability purposes. As long as you do not divulge out company name, we will sell you living beings. 100,000 dollars per person.

secret ic:
We would like 300 people for 30000000 but with the discount it is 22500000$.
The money will be wire upon confermation of the order and we will provide all transportation and funds in complete secracy as well as completely untraceable to either of us agreed?
Director of BioSciences

Initial calculations by members of the diplomatic mission in your capitol has found your prices to be of much greater value than domestic alternatives. The government of WPHD would like to announce it's intention to buy 1,000 full suits of spare parts on a trial basis; should they be found satisfactory by WPHD medical personal further orders are expected to ammount to 100,000 full suits at the least. Many speculate that funding will be from the proceeds of weapons sales (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=396996).
-WPHD

payment ammounting to $1,000,000,000 will be wired at the soonest possible occasion

secret ic:
We would like 300 people for 30000000 but with the discount it is 22500000$.
The money will be wire upon confermation of the order and we will provide all transportation and funds in complete secracy as well as completely untraceable to either of us agreed?
Director of BioSciences

Your order has been confirmed and shipment will be made your transportation has been arranged. As per your request, this will be in complete secrecy. Thank you for your business.

D. Jaquess
Director


Initial calculations by members of the diplomatic mission in your capitol has found your prices to be of much greater value than domestic alternatives. The government of WPHD would like to announce it's intention to buy 1,000 full suits of spare parts on a trial basis; should they be found satisfactory by WPHD medical personal further orders are expected to ammount to 100,000 full suits at the least. Many speculate that funding will be from the proceeds of weapons sales (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=396996).
-WPHD

payment ammounting to $1,000,000,000 will be wired at the soonest possible occasion

Your order has been confirmed and will be shipped once payment is recieved. Thank you for your business.

D. Jaquess
Director

BUMP

Thought I should ressurrect this. I rather enjoyed it.

*Sent with discretion*

We are curious how you manage to sell your organs for such low prices. Also, would it be possible to purchase live test subjects?

-CX Representative.

Secret IC to Cruxgard:

Hello, and thank you for your interest in our products.

We manage to keep our prices low through 3rd Party, Government fund for medical attention, and because of contracts we have for shipping to other countries. There is a high tax for this kind of consumer product.

We do over test subjects in a variety of colors, shapes, sizes and anything else. If you are looking for something in particular, or just test subjects, we would be more than happy to do so. Whatever you need, we can cover.

Also keep in mind, that Jarridians are not harmed in this expedition. We take citizens from certain other countries and give their families a modest pay.

David Jaquess
CEO

Bump

ViZion World Corp is interested in a joint-venture with your company to help build a new super soldier that our two companies can sell. Let us know if you're interested.

We're NOW Offering a 25% Discount to the next 3 Purchasers. Please see the first post to view whats available...or make a request. Thanks.

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Official Message from Alexander Kirillovich Kazansky

I will pay 50 million dollars to whichever person provides information, or takes action leading to the closing of this corporation. I will also pay an additional prize of 10 million dollars for the head of its CEO, 20 more million dollars if he is delivered to me alive.

Cease and Desist from the USSPP

We of the USSPP find your profiteering disgusting, and your lack of morals a shame to human life. As such, if you do not cease business immediately, we will be forced to dispatch forces to shut you down. We have determined your location through computerized tracking of the purchase orders. You will cease business immediately, or pay the price.

To Alexander Kirillovich Kazansky and the USSPP
Hello, I am President Barry Gio, the newly elected official from ViZion. It is unfortunate that this would happen to be our first topic we speak of.

First, let it be known that I personally gravely disagree with such a business. It's a business that demonstrates poor judgment and very little moral sensibility. However, with that said, it is a private firm within the nation of Jarridia, a country in which does not have state-run companies. It is that companies choice to continue business.

In addition, to the USSPP, a threat against a company within another nations borders can be construed as a threat against that nation itself. We would highly suggest backing off of your threat of taking action against a foreign nations company. Note that we do have very strong relations with Jarridia, and if it came down to a choice between the two of you, I can promise you - we would not chose to support you in any military actions taken.

Thank you,

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Official Response from Alexander Kirillovich Kazansky

As a President of the United States, I cannot, and did not, make any threat against the company in question. My nation, as yours, is allied with Jarriddia. Yet to kidnap people for their organs is a grave violation of human rights and the CSS Charter, to which Jariddia is a signatory. Surely something must be done!

Official Response from Alexander Kirillovich Kazansky

As a President of the United States, I cannot, and did not, make any threat against the company in question. My nation, as yours, is allied with Jarriddia. Yet to kidnap people for their organs is a grave violation of human rights and the CSS Charter, to which Jariddia is a signatory. Surely something must be done!
To Alexander Kirillovich Kazansky

We realize you did not make a threat, but rather the USSPP made a threat, to which that part was directed at them. Keep in mind that if Jarridia is not part of the kidnapping, and the kidnapping does not take place knowingly within their land, but rather in other areas, than it is not in Jarridia's power to legally stop something from happening when they have no involvement in it, nor should the kidnapping take place in another country.

I do realize we are both allies, and I do think this will be handled in proper fashion, and I do not know you to be one who would turn and attack an ally over something that they may not even have legal grounds to control.

Thank you again,

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To whom it may concern:
We of the USSPP have a very strong sense of rights. Any threat made was not made at the country, but rather at the company itself. As a member of the WA, we are prepared to send troops to stop this atrocity. Collateral damage will be nonexistant on our part if troops are indeed sent.

To the Government of the USSPP;

Do understand that should you do anything that includes encroaching upon Jarridian land, water, airspace, or harming any Jarridian national, we will react swiftly, no matter your 'righteous' intentions. The issue is being dealt with, but do know you will face extensive punishment should you make a move.

Thank you,

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President of the Constitutional Federal Republic of ViZion

I would suggest having a third party purchase an order, and than tracking it so we can find out which routes out of the country they are using. If we blockade these routes, they will be forced under.

To: Esteemed Leaders of the USSPP
From: Her Presidency of the Pure Democracy of Jarridia

Leadership of USSPP

Although I can understand the concerns of any nation viewing potential genocidal actions, I must strongly question your allegations against the Jarridian corporation, Jaquess International. The alleged actions that this company has undertaken are severe, and from what I can tell you are completely unwarranted. Jaquess International (JI) has been a Jarridian mainstay and economic stimulant for the world for centuries. We have heard no complaints of illegal activities, nor have any such allegations been made against them in the past

Now to a more serious matter. You have threatened military action against my sovereign land. Jarridians do not take kindly to threats, nor will I stand by and allow you to make them. Should you send even one man with a bomb strapped to him in a tiny dingy I will see it as an act of war and swiftly move to send a response that your nation will not forget. Do not take my words without a grain of salt. We are a peaceful nation, and I seek diplomacy over all else. But I cannot tolerate your threats against me and my people. Consider yourself warned.

Please think carefully about your actions, I would hate for this to turn into some unnecessary war with only more death and destruction in its wake.

Sincerely

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President of the Pure Democracy of Jarridia

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To: His Presidency of Allanea

Dearest Alex,

Your concerns are completely understandable, but your allegations are unnecessary. Jaquess International has been a grand asset to Jarridia, and we have had no complaints about them until now. I hold the Mr. David Jaquess, CEO of Jaquess International, in the highest regards as he has become one of my closest friends during my political career.

With that said, if you are indeed concerned about the direction of the company and the well-being of Jarridian Nation I will have them investigated. I’m sure David would not hesitate to clear these claims from his name.

Yours truly

Michelle

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Later...

Presidential Palace; Shelbin, Jarridia

Michelle sits at her desk, leaning forward against her clasped hands. Her eyes are closed, and a slight grin crosses her face as she things about several choice events over the past few days. Her eyes open and she reaches over for the glass of wine to her right. The evening sun pouring in through the large, multi-floor windows of her office as it normally does this time of year in Shelbin. Summertime…such a beautiful season in Jarridia. Of course when is the weather not perfect in this nation? She takes a sip of the Syrah grown in the mountains surrounding Shelbin. ”Now that is good” she says to herself as she swallows it.

Suddenly the phone to her left beeps softly. Michelle sets the glass of wine down and reaches over to press the intercom, ”Yes, Kris. What is it?” she says in her typical gentle way.

Kris responds, “Ms. President, Mr. Jaquess is here to see you.”

A smile comes across Michelle’s face. She and David had been friends for some time. Ever since she first came to Shelbin as a Representative from Kiakor. ”Yes, send him in please!” She jumps from her seat to greet him as the door opens and he enters.

She smiles at him sweetly, ”David it is so good to see you. Would you care for some wi…” He cuts her off and bypasses shaking her hand.

”This is not a social event, Michelle. Your hospitality is not welcome.” he says sternly turning away.

”David, I don’t understa…” he cuts her off again.

”Did you think I wouldn’t find out? I know what you’re up to and it’s a disgrace. I know EVERYTHING this nation does. And for you to be so naïve, so dense…so…so fucking stupid, amazes me. I built this nation. My GREAT GRANDFATHER built this nation. I will not let you destroy everything they built.” his voice escalating through the entire rant.

Michelle reaches over to grab his shoulder, ”I’m not trying to damage your reputation, or the company. I have supported you in all your endeavors, and will continue to do so. However, there are international concerns now.”

”International concerns?!” he shouts, frightening Michelle a little as he approaches her. ”Look at you. Scared of the world. What happened to the President that wanted to change things, live in the shoes of President Branam, God rest his soul! YOU ARE NOTHING”

Michelle, taking it all in, attempting to figure out what was going on, ”David…if you’re doing this kind of business it is not too late. You can change it, we can fix it. And no one has to know, but continue on this path and I’m afraid I won’t be able to help you…if it is true, you will strictly be going against Jarridian laws.”

David steps towards her, his eyes blazing, ”You no longer matter, Michelle. We will see how Jarridia survives when the people are starving in the streets, economy in ruin, and your military no longer has the supplies to continue. We shall see the day when our enemies clamor at the borders to invade and no one will stop them. That will be your legacy. Your treachery will be the end of Jarridia. I will personally pull everything out. This country is as good as dead. Good evening, Michelle” He turns and walks out the door.
Michelle falls back on her desk. Extremely perplexed. Her face demonstrating her mind's want to sort everything out. She reaches for the phone, presses the intercom, ”Kris…get Emily on the line. I’m afraid we’ve made an internal enemy.”

Michelle clicks the intercom button off, gently walks around her desk to the window. She looks up at the glistening Shelbin skyline. The beautiful glass towers reflecting the sinking sunlight. The sun still shining on her face, she takes another drink of her wine, watches the traffic flow, and a little smirk comes back to her mouth as she says, "We'll be okay. Jarridia is always okay."

OOC: This has been discussed with Jariddia over MSN. He confirmed I could assassinate several Jaquess personnel

IC:

An 'undisclosed' third-world nation, Karain

It is a place otherwise unnotable – a third-world village. No running water. No electricity. No phone. Most of the locals do not know how to read and write. Therefore, it is this sort of place that is used by the Jaquess Corporation to harvest the subjects for their medical 'business'. They arrive in these villages under the guise of benevolent charitable doctors, from the civilized world, and then kidnap locals – sturdy men and women, chosen for their physical health – to be dismembered and resold as 'spare parts' in Jariddia.

It is night. It is the third day that a 'humanitarian' convoy by he Jaquess Corporation has been here, giving out worthless placebo 'vaccinations' – but in reality, surveilling the locals and picking out targets. Now, they are pulling them out – muscular male 'nurses' and doctors breaking into houses, using tazers and chlorophorm to subdue their prey – five men and three women. Most are caught in their sleep, and all that remains is to drag their bodies towards the white trucks, marked prominently with the Red Cross.

What they do not know, however, is that they are not alone with their prey. Even as they move back towards their trucks, they see shadows moving between the vehicles. Six men, armed with AY-144 bullpup rifles.

With a single, coordinated motion, the Confederate Special Operations troops heft their rifles to their shoulders – and instead of a ear-shattering roar of rifle rounds, the cracking of suppressed .308 disturbs the calm of the village. Six men fall immediately. Another – a doctor – tries to shield himself with his victim.

A seventh shadow appears behind his back. Without a sound, the ethnic Vaultian special operations sergeant slashes the doctor's throat. Around him, the survivors of the medical convoy drop their gear and scatter. There is no point.

The rifles clatter once more, and now one survivor is left, still hiding behind a sedated local woman. He reaches out for a scalpel, trying to press it to the woman's throat.

Now he's done it.

The Confederate sergeant is angry now.

FOR THE FIELDMARSHAL! – he roars like an angry lion, closing the distance between them in a single jump, grabbing the medic's wrist. There is a horrendous crack as the humerus gives way.

By morning, the villagers will be safely in their beds. The trucks and gear will be left in the village, for the locals to use as they will… as for the doctors, nurses, and other men of the convoy, they will not be granted a proper burial. They will be flayed precisely, and their skins mailed to the Jaquess Corporation. There will not be a marking for a return address on the packages. It shall bear only two words.

Postage Due.


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There is a single man in Jariddia who does not exist.

His name… his name is mutable. In Jariddian immigration records, he is alternatively Simon Francis, Ippolyte Yates, and Samuel Goering. He also holds a Dersconi citizenship on the name of Pyotr Kowalchuk. In Allanean records, he is Sergeant Mohammed Benson, of Khristian heritage, of Team Dagger – a professional assassin, that is.

Right now, he's knocking on the door of Nathaniel Grose, M.D. A respected man in medicine, with a wife and two children – though the children are at school now, and the wife is at work.

"Who's there?"

"Cable service." – it's a good thing he had the good doctor's phone tapped, it seems. He knows the doctor called the cable company – as you expect people to do after you cut off their cable. Which is what Mohammed did – cut off Dr. Grose's TV cable. With a knife.

Now he's wearing the cable company's uniform and a name tag that says "LARRY". After all, Mohammed Benson does have a sense of humor.

The doctor opens the door. He is a respectable, elderly man – it is difficult to imagine that he rips people's hearts out against their will for profit. It is also difficult to imagine kneeing such a respectable, elderly man in the groin, then grabbing him by his ears and kneeing him in the face.

Yet this is what "Larry" does. As the doctor collapses on the floor of his luxury home, the Sergeant kicks him again.

"I would have brought a gun to kill you, you worthless scumbag," – the assassin steps on the doctor's hand as he tries to reach for a weapon. – "But you're not worth that. By the way, you made…"

He slams the doctor's head into the floor.

"Two mistakes. One, you dropped your guard. When you heard "cable service" you went into Condition White immediately. Had you asked for my company ID, you might have survived – at least, if I were an ordinary robber."

He sits on the defenseless man's chest, punching him in the face several times. Blood now drips from Dr. Grose's broken nose and shattered lips.

"Which is where we come to your second mistake."

The Khristian grabs Grose by his head and slams into the floor again.

"Which is choosing to make profit from the murder and dismemberment of innocent human beings. That's why I'm killing you. Because you're a worthless excuse for a human fucking being. Rot in hell."

With a single, devastating blow, Sergeant Benson crushes the surgeon's trachea and grins as he watches his target choke to death.

Three hours later, he has discarded the clothing and globes he wore during the murder, and has switched to a different (and completely legit) set of IDs. Six hours later he walks into an airport and boards a corporate jet to Vault Ten with five other men like him.

Five other similar assassinations of Jaquess Corporation personnel involved with the dismemberings are carried out the same day. A nurse is blown up with her car, two surgeons are shot in an elevator with a silenced Equinox pistol, a hospital janitor is found strangled in a closet, an anesthesiologist dies from an overdose of his own drugs. There is no known motive, nor a common thread to the killings – except for identity of the victims.

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Dear Michelle!

I have confirmed reports that Jaquess Corporation personnel have been found to be attempting kidnapping (for organs) of locals at a third-world village. I have for you video testimony of the villagers on that regard.

My experts tell me that Jaquess Corporation is the lifeblood of Jariddia itself. If the investigation proceeds, it can well be expected that the stock of that company will take a reduction in value and that they will attempt to put pressure on you by cutting military supplies. However, I believe I can help.

You see, I wear more than one hat. Apart from being President of the United States, I am also the director of the Confederate Bank and General-Secretary of the Confederacy (which enjoys a 3-trillion budget surplus), and have connections in the Allanean, Dersconi, Knootian and Pacitalian business community, and own several major companies in all these nations. I can point out to my friends just how attractive Jariddia is as an investment market, and direct vast amounts of public and private funding.

However, for now, we must play a dangerous gambit.

Let us press Jaquess harder!

Should he attempt to put pressure on you, he will reveal his hand. Then it will be revealed that you have a hidden asset he's not aware of – me, that is.

And then, with his crimes revealed – at least to us – we will be able to act and destroy him without pulling the carpet from under Jariddia.

Sincerely yours,

Alex

P.S. I suggest that you should start having updates of Jaquess stock delivered into your office. Better yet, sign up to one of those computer tickers. You want front seats to this one.

Jaquess International Headquarters; Shelbin, Jarridia

Jaquess International (JI) was and is the pinnacle of world corporations. With well over 150 ‘headquarters’ and countless other smaller firms this corporation reached far out from Jarridia and the old nations of the WWA, and became a major player in the world’s economy. But on a smaller scale, they basically owned most of Jarridia. Sure, the government was still in charge, but JI outfitted the military, provided food stuffs, and kept the infrastructure at perfection for a fraction of the price it charged other nations.

JI was Jarridian born, back when the partnership was forged between Oliason Jaquess and President Jarrod Branam. One could say JI is a grand reason to why Jarridia had become so strong, and sat atop the world as a powerhouse. It is for this reason that the crown jewel of JI is centered 15 blocks (Each street named after a Jarridian state) due South from the Presidential Palace. The central headquarter’s building is the tallest building in Shelbin, and one of the tallest in the world. Between the Presidential Palace and JI Headquarters is Azelian Avenue (lovingly called Power Lane in many Jarridian households).

It is here, on the 145th floor that David Jaquess operates. It is here that he continued the organ program put together by his grandfather. And it is here that he prepares to pull everything out of Jarridia. His anger unchecked, he stares down towards the Presidential Palace. Sure the organ program had lost its way. It had good intentions at first, but the people in the third world, heck even the second world, were completely worthless and a scar on this perfect world in David’s mind. The negative reports coming out of the team in Karain, and the tragic death of Dr. Nathaniel Grose brought all his anger to a head.

”She’s gone too far this time,” he muttered to himself ”That whorish bitch.” He takes the last swig of his scotch and throws the glass to the corner. He waves his hand in front of the window and a display comes up. Motioning to a dialogue box, a voice emerges.

”Good evening David. Gory stuff these murders. What can I help you with?” says the voice in a strong ViZionarian accent.

David squints his eyes, and touches a file marker to his left. ”Code Blue Three, Sam. You are to do Protocol Five point Nine Twenty. Pull it all out. ALL OF IT.”

The voice on the otherside is silent for a few moments, ”You think it’s all Jarridian doing, sir?”

”I know it is, Sam. That bitch has wronged us for the last time. Wire it all to the account in Zen” replies David.

”It’s done sir. Have a good eve…” gunshots interrupt Sam.

David clicks the applications closed, ”Sam, you were a good man. Sorry I had to kill you,” David says to himself. He grabs his jacket from his closet and his favorite bottle of scotch and proceeds to his helipad. His hopes of Jarridia immediately bursting into flames has not happened, but he knows it is only a matter of time. The helicopter travels off into the morning sky.

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Jarridian Statesman Priority Release

Economic Crisis and Problems at Jaquess International

Shelbin, JR – Panic in the market district earlier today has led to a 65% drop in Jaquess International stock in the past 4 hours. This comes on the heels of several brutal murders of JI employees and the reception of a package shipped from foreign entities of dismembered JI officials doing humanitarian work in Karain. Many Jarridians are outraged that someone would brutally murder doctors trying to help the world’s needy. No word yet on who was the culprit of these attacks, but it is clear that they are targeting JI employees.

Beyond the murders, it has become evident that all funds JI had invested in Jarridia, including the treasury, have been withdrawn. An estimated 16 Trillion dollars has been diverted, creating an early shock to consumers. We have had few answers to questions as of yet, and will get more to you as it occurs.

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MEANWHILE…

Presidential Palace; Shelbin, Jarridia

Michelle sits on her balcony overlooking the hustle and bustle of downtown Shelbin. Down Azelian Avenue she can see Jaquess International. She is still shaken from her evening encounter with David, someone who had seemingly been her friend. Even after reading the letter from Alex in Allanea, she still can’t quite grasp the situation. The sun shines brightly down upon her in the early afternoon. The sky is crystal clear and a gentle breeze rustles through the trees. Two people approach from behind her, one a young lady with dark red hair and glasses, Secretary of State Emily Vaclavik, the other a rugged looking General, Secretary of Defense Christopher Mesnard.

”Miss President,” Emily says with a slight curtsy.

Michelle stands up and turns around, ”Thanks for coming you two. We have some issues to sort out.”

”I assume you’re referring to the gruesome murders of JI Humanitarian Officials in Karain and here at home, scoffs Christopher.

”That and more,” replies Michelle. ”International concern has pointed to JI being involved in genocidal acts in third world nations. This includes kidnapping of civilians and bringing them here to be dismembered and their body parts sold on the black market.”

Emily looks horrified at the thought, ”Do we have any proof that they have contributed to these acts?”

Michelle shakes her head, ”None at the moment. That is why I’ve called you both in. Chris, I need you to go into JI, detain, question, and find out as much as you can. But I cannot have this getting to the media. You must be as silent and precise as possible. I have been in contact with Gary Frump at the Jarridian Bureau of Investigation. They are working with intelligence and can get you schematics of the building, ways to get in, and high priority places to look for answers.” Michelle changes her focus to Emily and takes a quick breath, ”Emily, I need you to order a full cabinet meeting. I mean everyone. I know Secretary of Economics and Commerce is gone, but he should be back tonight. Let’s put something on the books for early tomorrow so we can assess dama…”

Sarah Milnoff, Michelle’s personal Media Advisor, runs into the office interrupting Michelle’s conversation with Emily, ”Sorry to interrupt Miss President, but we have an economic crisis beyond compare going on.”

Michelle, looking past her cabinet members and directly at Sarah, ”Oh? Then I assume it’s been done.”

Sarah nods her head, ”Reports from the treasure indicates it is all gone. Not only has Jaquess International’s stock plummeted, but they have pulled out all of their funds from Jarridia…and David is gone.”

Michelle looks at both the cabinet members before her, then at the ground, and then out to JI Headquarters, ”Then there is no time to lose. Chris, get in there as soon as possible, before they have time to react and destroy their files. Emily, we are in dire need for this meeting. If we can do it this evening, then let’s do it. We need a strategy.” Michelle walks over to her desk and grabs a file from a drawer, ”Come, Sarah. We must ready the jet. I have a brief trip to make.”

…two hours later.

Vampirian City, Jarridia

The old cobblestone streets are dark and damp. It has been raining here for some time, considerably the most dreary weather in the entire country. This medieval city was once a proud nation of its own until it was united with Jarridia for mutual benefit. It has some charm, but pales in comparison to the rest of the Jarridian cities. The residents here are a strange bunch. Some human, others…not. It hasn’t been neglected by the government, per say, just more a non-priority. An unmarked car approaches a darkening alley. Out of the car steps Michelle, her driver holding an umbrella over her head. She walks down the damp alley and is saluted by a Lieutenant of the Jarridian – Vampirian City Joint Force.

”Your presidency. Welcome to Vampirian City.”

”Is she ready, Lieutenant? asks Michelle continuing down steps into a basement.

”As ready as she will ever be, I suppose.” replies the Lieutenant, motioning to the guards to open the door to the rather large and comfortable cell.

The cell has two rooms. A living room with a dining and a bedroom with a bath. It is hidden away deep in this old city and heavily guarded but inconspicuous at the same time. Michelle enters the room and motions that she’d like to go in alone. She approaches the dining table where a woman in her mid to late 20’s sits over an empty plate and empty cup. Her hands are shackled to the ground, but she can move them slightly to reach the food and cup. Her skin has become quite pasty from the lack of frequent sunlight, her blue eyes without sparkle, and her bright blonde hair unkempt. The woman looks up briefly at Michelle, sighs, then looks back at the plate. Michelle pulls a bottle of wine from the cupboard, glances at the label then pours it into the cup. The woman quickly grabs the cup and chugs the contents. The rattle of the chains prompts the lieutenant to enter, but Michelle waves him away.

Michelle kneels next to the woman, the woman’s eyes piercing down into her. Michelle searches her eyes for a glimpse of the girl she used to know. She finally says, ”Janine, it has been some time.”

”THAT is not MY name,” the woman growls giving an evil scowl.

Michelle, not wanting to deal with all of this insanity, finally clears her throat, ”Fine.” Michelle stands up and looks down at her former adversary…indeed, her former niece, ”Angelic Freedom. Where is the money left from the organization.”

To be continued...

OOC: Jarridia is letting me get in on this.

IC:

The Gauntlet, Middle of Theoroshia

The helicopter gracefully curved over the landscape, deliberately flying low so as to avoid detection by ground radar. Had the helicopter been detected, it would have been called a sensor glitch. And, had the technician operating the equipment pursued the anomaly further, he would've been found in a back alley somewhere, a bullet in his brain. Luckily for the technician, the helicopter was never detected.

Below the helicopter, the harsh landscape of rocks and large boulders hid the advanced defensive system of mines and anti-aircraft guns. This area of Theoroshia, called the Gauntlet, was reserved for use by high ranking Party officials and VIP guests. It was also home to the 2nd Theoroshian Mechanized Brigade and the 1st and 9th Theoroshian Motorized Brigades, so the defenses around it were extremely dense.

As the helicopter reached the summit of one of the mountains, the side of the mountain opened, and the true face of the mountain was revealed - the mountain's summit had long ago been demolished, and in it's place stood a huge bunker ringed with machine guns and anti-air missiles. In order to afford this, the government had labeled it an 'Investment into the Research of Oxicidity on Rocks'. It worked well.

The helicopter entered the cavernous bay, and lowered it's landing gear. Safely inside, the helicopter lowered it's landing gear, landed, and shut off it's rotors. A man stepped out, and was met by another man and two armed soldiers. The second man extended his hand in greeting.

"Welcome to Zen, Mr. Jaquess. Everything you have requested has been prepared."

Kazansky grins as he sees the news. All is as planned. He has already made the calls – and engaged in a small amount of insider trading. Now, it is is time for a completely different entity to act.

Allanean Arms. (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=529723) The country's largest export producer of automobiles, the single largest employer within Allanea, the main government contractor – Allanean Arms is, simply put it, huge. It's profits from the sales of automobiles alone constitute over 6.6 trillion dollars per year. In addition, it receives a Confederate Bank grant to the sum of three trillion dollars, matched by a similar grant from the Confederate Government itself and, finally, four trillion from the ample pockets (http://z12.invisionfree.com/Allanea/index.php?showtopic=71) of President Alexander Kazansky himself.

And now, the stock brokers descend onto the stock of Jaquess Incorporated like vultures. It is worth only about a third of its price yesterday – and the Allanean Arms company has enough money to not just buy JI out, but to fix it.

The mysterious death, in the meanwhile, continue. Overnight, a Jarridian surgeon is shot and killed during a medical conference in Allanea. A junior JI CEO goes down with his business plane en route to a meeting in East Karain, shot down by what seems to be the local militias.

Only one man is not sought after. Jaquess himself. Perhaps out of mercy... or perhaps because the President of Allanea still has a plan for him.

…Continuation

Vampirian City, Jarridia Basement Cell of Angelic Freedom

The blonde woman’s face is cold. She glances up briefly at Michelle then back down at the floor. Several seconds pass and Michelle turns and walks towards the wall. She bites her bottom lip, then turns back to the woman. He’s alive you know? Your father…we found him about a year ago…still in his military clothes in Port Said,” Michelle’s voice started off stern but turned softer as she proceeded with her sentence.

The woman looks up at her, hatred filling her eyes, ”You lying bitch. My father is dead…That Branam pig killed him and you are no better than he was,” she spits at the floor.

Michelle shakes her head, kneeling back near the woman again. ”He is alive, Janine. He’s been at home for some time now, asking of you. Here is a picture from the holidays,” she pulls out a picture and lays it before Janine on the table. Humanity somehow managed to show through on Janine’s face…something that had been missing for a long time. Janine’s humanity had been gone, but that is to be expected when you’re the leader of one of the most notable and horrific terror organizations in the history of the planet. A tear rolls down her face, Michelle slides her fingers through Janine’s hair, ”I have had to lie to him. Tell him you were away for schooling. It is tough because he loves you so. However, I cannot release you because of what you’ve done, and should the world find out about you, you’ll be dead in an instant. But, perhaps we can work something out. If you’ll tell me where the funds are, perhaps we can arrange something.”

Janine looks up at her aunt, tears streaming down her face, ”Anything, Michelle…Anything.”

Michelle grins and after a few brief moments she stands up and kisses Janine’s forehead, ”There is hope for you yet, my dear. But it won’t come easy .”

Michelle walks towards the door and she faintly hears Janine whispering, ”I’m sorry for what I’ve done…I am no longer proud of what I have done…”

Michelle heads out the door, receives her salute from the Lieutenants and Guards then proceeds back to the unmarked vehicle. She slips the piece of paper to the gentleman next to her, ”This is what we need to fix the problems. Get it to me as soon as possible.”

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Shelbin, Jarridia; Jaquess International Headquarters

The building is massive. It is hard enough to find a bathroom in it, let alone a single division. There are no warrants for search and seizure, President Thoreson made the executive order to investigate. There are no questions for that. Two teams have been assembled to enter the building, the first ‘Alpha’ will enter through the lower floors to secure the building; meanwhile, Beta will approach from the top and enter through Jaquess’ office. The building itself was dark and empty, except for a handful of guards taking precaution over several locations. With the plummeting stock prices and increasing number of deaths, many employees had been let go early.

The two teams quickly noticed that much of the building had already been emptied. Computers fried, files shredded, entire sectors looking as if a bomb had gone off. If there was no evidence that Jaquess was up to something, there certainly was cause now. On the 55th floor was what looked like a separate building in itself. All that was on the door to this area was ”Operation Jurrik”. Inside what looked like a hospital, was a single piece of paper. Perhaps mistakenly dropped during evacuation, or perhaps simply forgotten. It was a mail order for live human test subjects and countless organs to a nation name that had been censored.

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Shelbin, Jarridia; Presidential Palace

Michelle had returned from her trip to Vampirian City. She looks slightly exhausted as the activity and stress over the past day and a half had continued to mount. With a small file in hand she approaches the Cabinet Room. She could see that everyone had already arrived and were already discussing varying issues. As she enters the room everyone stands in attention. She approaches her place at the end of the table, places the file on the table in front of her then sits. Everyone follows her lead.

Michelle glances out at her cabinet, moving her eyes from one set to the other. ”Ladies and Gentlemen. We have a crisis on our hands and I want answers. Not answers to what is going on outside, real answers to how we can resolve this quickly. General Mesnard, I understand your team found something at note at JI.”

General Mesnard pulls a file from his side and slides it over to Michelle for her viewing, ”Miss President, we discovered an entire surgical wing within the 55th to 60th floors of JI Headquarters. Much had already been destroyed or taken out, but we did find one order confirmation for live humans and various organs to a nation that had been censored. I have a team working to learn the identity of the censored nation, but no results yet.”

Michelle glances over to him, then back at the documents, ”So it is true. He has been harvesting organs and selling them. Do we know where David is now”?

General Mesnard shakes his head, ”No ma’am. We do have confirmation that his helicopter left at around 11:30 this morning after all the funds had been wired to an account outside Jarridia. But we don’t know where.”

”Then I suggest you continue looking,” Michelle says sharply. A young lady walks into the room; she leans over to Michelle and whispers in her ear, then turns around and leaves. ”Good news everyone. The shortage in the treasury has been fixed…for the time being.”

There is a quick clamor of voices, until only Emily rings through, ”But how, Miss President. We had nothing in reserves.”

Michelle nods, ”Yes, yes. I have used the funds from Angelic Freedom to cover out deficit for the time being. Hopefully things will resolve quickly…”

General Mesnard interrupts her, ”Pardon me, Miss President , but Angelic Freedom is still on the loose, how would we have access to her funds?”

Michelle contemplates an appropriate response for a few moments, ”We have her. In custody. And have for a few years. I would prefer that that stay in this room.”

A hush fell across the room. Some seemed in disbelief, some seeming angered that her capture was not more publicized. Michelle quickly spoke before anyone could say something, ”I would prefer that we discuss that at another time. For right now we have more pressing matters. Our goal should be to find Jaquess and bring him down. Should anyone stand in our way we will meet them with force. The economy has taken a major blow today. I feel that it will only continue to drop. We need to be ready for backlash. Emily, let us have a press conference set for me tomorrow. Also, Donald (Secretary of the Treasury), you’ll be asked where the funds came from and how we made up the deficit. Your answer should be simple. Say that it was a mistake during movement of funds to a new national account and that the glitch has been solved.”

Michelle stood up, as did everyone else. ”Ladies and Gentlemen, we have a long few days ahead. I want to meet here again tomorrow with fresh ideas and good news.”

Transmission to Jarridia:

Our offer of help tracking down these criminals still stands. Our satellite tracked the helicopter for a while before it dropped off the radar, and we have a general idea of where the man might be.

Volgograd, Theoroshia - Premier's Summer Dacha

The Premier was reading through the daily reports he received while drinking a fine coffee. A strike in Kaliningrad, the expansion of rail service in the towns of Lorinovich and Tariska, and all the boring stuff that the Premier had to deal with.

He got up, yawned, and looked outside. It was a beautiful day, with the sun melting what was left of the snow left over by the cold and short spring they had had. He was just about to go for a jog when an orderly knocked on the door and entered quietly. The orderly was new, and therefore didn't use the Premier's first name.

"Comrade? A message for you from the Center of the People's Intelligence."

The Premier's head jerked towards the orderly. "What does it say?"

The orderly, who did not expect such a reaction from the usually calm and laid back Premier, simply replied with the one word the message said: "Dosvedanya."

The Premier stood in silence, shocked. He was glad that only he and the Director of Intelligence knew what that one code word meant, as it would have caused panic among the populace: Case Dosvedanya meant a military coup was going to occur, and that the Premier should get out as fast as possible.

"Pavel, get my helicopter started. Tell no one, except my wife, to get ready. Have her and my dog ready to go in ten minutes."

The orderly, not used to the Premier calling him by his first name, simply nodded. "Yes, comrade." He walked out of the room, going about his task.

The Premier sat down, shaken. He had known the military had disapproved of the way he had handled the Athenorian conflict, but a full blown military coup was nothing he could have imagined.

It couldn't be helped however. It was going to happen, and the only way to save his country was to leave it.

He placed a phone call on his top secret phone, right to the desk of the President of Jarridia. He had nowhere else to go.

Border of Theoroshia / Jarridia

Supply depots that had not existed a week ago were everywhere. Armored vehicles raced over the great plains, the vast hills, the large mountains, and the running streams. The shouts of infantrymen advancing to their positions could be heard if one listened intently for it. Jets soared overhead, heading for air bases in various areas. Missile batteries were towed in, and large artillery pieces were brought in by helicopter.

General Hovloch Dasiliyvich paced in his tent. Under the premise of a training exercise, the Theoroshian military was about to invade it's largest and strongest neighbor, bring the Theoroshian government to it's knees and control a large amount of natural resources in the process.

And he was the man that would make it happen. The coup would begin in a few hours, and nothing could stop the events that would occur.

Transmission to Jarridia:

Our offer of help tracking down these criminals still stands. Our satellite tracked the helicopter for a while before it dropped off the radar, and we have a general idea of where the man might be.

**Encrypted Communique**

Penguin Protection.

Any information about the whereabouts of David Jaquess, CEO of Jaquess International, would be greatly appreciated. Your message said that your satellite was able to track his helicopter. What are his potential locations?

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Shelbin, Jarridia; Presidential Palace

Michelle was currently away at an official Ball in Parilisa; however, Secretary of State, Emily Vaclavik, was left in charge of any non-life threatening situations. Michelle was to only be disturbed if the current situations escalated beyond reasonable control.

The border mass-up along the Jarridian-Theoroshian Border had not gone unnoticed, but since Theoroshia was an ally and free-trading neighbor, the build-up was dismissed as training exercises. This thought suddenly changed when Emily received the phone call from the Theoroshian Premier that it would be necessary for an "extended stay in Jarridia." Though the extent of what was happening was not explained at that time, she felt it was certainly worthy of Michelle's immediate attention. Upon hanging up the phone with the Premier of Theoroshia she called Michelle's personal assistant who was on the plane in Parilisa awaiting the President's return.

"Marilyn, this is Emily. We have a situation on our hands and I need you to get a message to President Thoreson as soon as possible. Tell her that Premier Brant of Theoroshia is on his way to Shelbin with his family for an extended stay and that they Theoroshian Military has established a build-up along our border with them. Can you do that? said Emily, slightly hurried, but remaining calm at the same time.

"Of course, Mrs. Vaclavik." replied Marilyn.

The phone clicked off. Emily jumped from the seat in her office and immediately ran down the hall to General Mesnard's office. It was late afternoon in Jarridia.

Meanwhile in Parilisa it was nighttime, and Marilyn quickly got of the plane and into an S.U.V. to head downtown to the hotel where the Ball was being held.

Jarridian Statesman Special Edition

Economic Downturn Continues Unabated

Shelbin, JR - The woes in the market and financial districts continued today as concerns of issues with Jaquess International spread throughout the nation and indeed the world. For the fourth day in a row JI Employees have been locked out of the headquarters building in central Shelbin and the building appears empty. There have been no definitive answers given, but it seems that the company itself may have collapsed.

Over the past few days the stock has dropped nearly 90% from its average last week and is now worth around 1.45 Maus. This has also led to widespread hysteria across the nation on whether the nation could sustain the closer of its most prosperous corporation, and whether the collapse of JI has anything to do with the announced 14.6 Trillion Dollar shortfall in the National Treasury.

President Thoreson has been unable to comment on the situation as she has been in deep discussion with her cabinet on how to handle the crisis. The Palace has mentioned that she plans to give a public speech to the nation as soon as tomorrow.

We will keep you updated as more of this story unfolds. Until then, the government has asked for everyone to remain calm and assures you that your funds in the banks and markets remain safe.

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Dear Michelle!

I have confirmed reports that Jaquess Corporation personnel have been found to be attempting kidnapping (for organs) of locals at a third-world village. I have for you video testimony of the villagers on that regard.

My experts tell me that Jaquess Corporation is the lifeblood of Jariddia itself. If the investigation proceeds, it can well be expected that the stock of that company will take a reduction in value and that they will attempt to put pressure on you by cutting military supplies. However, I believe I can help.

You see, I wear more than one hat. Apart from being President of the United States, I am also the director of the Confederate Bank and General-Secretary of the Confederacy (which enjoys a 3-trillion budget surplus), and have connections in the Allanean, Dersconi, Knootian and Pacitalian business community, and own several major companies in all these nations. I can point out to my friends just how attractive Jariddia is as an investment market, and direct vast amounts of public and private funding.

However, for now, we must play a dangerous gambit.

Let us press Jaquess harder!

Should he attempt to put pressure on you, he will reveal his hand. Then it will be revealed that you have a hidden asset he's not aware of – me, that is.

And then, with his crimes revealed – at least to us – we will be able to act and destroy him without pulling the carpet from under Jariddia.

Sincerely yours,

Alex

P.S. I suggest that you should start having updates of Jaquess stock delivered into your office. Better yet, sign up to one of those computer tickers. You want front seats to this one.

Alex,

I have indeed been watching the ticker as the stock for JI have continued in free fall. I have also watched as my treasury sits at near zero and Jarridians begin making their protests outside of my office window and throughout the nation. I have taken it upon myself to correct the budget shortfall, so luckily the coffers will once again be full and it should hold us until tax time.

I have been out of the country for the past few days, but have returned to several more pressing matters. The government of Penguin Protection seem to have potentially located the whereabouts of Mr. Jaquess after he fled Shelbin. I have asked them to share that information with me, and any other information they may have. There is something that is greatly alarming to me. Typically I go about my business in running my nation, but have decided to seek your consul on this one. As I was enjoying myself in Parilisa, I was given a message that the Premier of Theoroshia and his family were coming to Jarridia for an 'extended stay.' He has not arrived, but I expect to sit down with him at once. Of more interest is the recent build-up of Theoroshian military personnel along my border. It may be nothing, but something doesn't seem quite right.

In any case, I will let you know once I have the chance to sit down with Premier Brant.

I believe we should discuss preparations to bring Jaquess International out of this spiral down before all faith is lost among my people. Have you had the opportunity to speak with your business tie-ins?

I do hope all is well in Allanea, and perhaps I will see you soon.

Yours truly

Michelle

OOC: Sorry for the crappyness of this post. I would do more, but I don't know enough about your nation.

IC:
Even as JI stock was beginning to hit rock bottom, the Allanean Arms corporation took action. The sum of money that they raised was now brought to bear as the corporation bought out JI stock wherever it could get it. Everywhere, Allanean Arms agents bought out tiny quantities of stock, rapidly accumulating what they needed – a controlling percentage of the corporate stock. They had invested 16.6 trillion into this program – at the current prices, enough to buy out 166 trillions worth of JI stock.

But this was not everything that the Allaneans did. The nation's largest company had purchased several plots of land in Jariddia, and was already taking out orders to construct gigantic factories in that country. Soon, they would begin constructing vast quantities of automobiles, mainly for export and for sale within Jariddia itself. Advertisement for the cheap DAA-1 (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=12760802&postcount=3) automobile appeared everywhere in the streets, offering citizens a car they could afford at only five to six thousand dollars.

As for the Jariddian national treasury, the process of replenishing it would be fairly simple. In the first year, the Confederate Government would donate 4 trillion dollars to the Jariddians. The Confederate Banking Corporation would match that sum with one and a half trillion dollars in ViZionian currency, two trillion dollars in Praetonian pounds, and three trillion dollars in Confederate Dollars.

What remained was four trillion dollars. Since the Confederate Government had a 4.2-trillion dollar surplus in its budget, it could replenish that the next year – or, if the money transfer was necessary now, the bank could offer a loan at a 3% annual rate, which would then be repaid with future assistance.

And then Kazansky's response came:

Dear Michelle!

These news of Theoroshia's involvement are most concerning. However, first things first. The economy of your nation is currently in a panic. The important thing currently is to restore it. I have been told that Allanean Arms is already investing massively in your country. This is the first thing, and it will assist us in giving Jacquess International a new, ethical system of management. However, this is not enough. We must show the people of Jariddia that their country is developing. Though I have already loaned Allanean Arms almost half of my yearly income, I am fully willing to open up my wallet to various charity and public benefit projects in your country.

I am ready to donate up to six trillion USD of my own money (if your advisors do not trust that I have this much money, I will provide reports of my income to demonstrate) to educational programs in Jariddia, and specifically to have Jariddian children educated for free in Allanean schools and colleges or other programs, as needed by your country.

I suggest that you take this time of troubles to re-evaluate your monetary system. I recommend free banking most, but if it is not politically possible in Jariddia to eliminate central banking altogether, I suggest that you entrust the working of your treasury and currency to the Confederate Banking Corporation. It is the same company that manages the financial affairs of the Confederacy of Sovereign States, and the governments of Wagdog, Alfegos, Xeraph and Mandalore Prime. In Wagdog, the Confederate Bank holds the national central bank charter. In exchange for your gold reserve – which will be invested to fund the transition process and avoid shocks – the Confederate Bank will begin a transition process to stabilize your currency and eventually transfer Jariddia to using the Confederate Dollar as its main currency.

Another move to ensure the confidence of your population: With your permission, Confederate and Allanean military bases will begin to be established in your nation. The spending by off-duty troops and the various maintenance contracts will revitalize the local economy, and the military bases will help secure your nation against Theoroshian aggression.

Furthermore, I will be en route to Jariddia myself to resolve further crises with Theoroshia. As Theoroshia is a member of CSS, I trust I will be able to avoid war.

My jet ( http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=481690) is being prepared.
I will see you sooner than you think.

Yours,
Alex.

Presidential Palace, Shelbin, Jarridia

The transport helicopter, low on fuel and riddled with bullet holes, landed somewhat gracefully on the palace's helipad. The flight from Theoroshia had been...rough. General Dasiliyvich, realizing that the Premier was trying to escape, ordered his men to shoot the aircraft down, claiming that terrorists had kidnapped the President.

The helicopter had narrowly avoided destruction, but no doubt the General had the film edited to show the helicopter going down, with the Premier faithfully fighting his captors to his dying breath. Meanwhile, he would blame the government for the kidnapping of the Premier, and the military would take control of the government in a matter of days.

As the helicopter's rotors winded down, the Premier jumped out of the helicopter, mad as all Hell. His family had been shot at, his friends rounded up and imprisoned (or worse), and the people he owed his Premiership to were now under the rule of a military dictatorship. He needed to talk to Madame Thoreson, and he needed to talk to her soon.

He straightened his coat, got his wife and dog out, told them to stay put, and ran over to the meeting committee that had assembled near the helipad. Not wanting to waste words, the Premier said three simple words: "Where is Thoreson?"

Volgograd, Theoroshia

The Director's of the government, their families, and their friends had all been rounded up. Indeed, it was the Director of Intelligence, the blasted fool, who had alerted the Premier to what the General was up to.

Their deaths would be quick, save for the Director of Intelligence's. His death...well, that would take quite a while. The General smiled. Save for that ass getting away, all was going according to plan.

Encrypted Transmission to Jarridia: If the Helicopter followed the trajectory it was on, we can assume it landed somewhere in Theoroshia, given the limited range.

Shelbin, Jarridia; Presidential Palace

Secretary of State, Emily Vaclavik, was there to meet the Theoroshians as they landed in the Presidential Palace. Though Michelle was still in flight from Parilisa to Jarridia, Emily had been in contact with her and preparations had been made in order to begin discussions on the situation at hand.

Emily took the hand of the Premier and shook it. It was late in the evening. The lights of downtown Shelbin illuminated the sky; the crystalline towers etched with neon lighting gave a multi-colored glow to the environment surrounding them.

”Welcome to Shelbin, Premier Brant. President Thoreson has asked that the palace provide you and your family residence until we can get this situation resolved. Our staff will lead them to those quarters; however , you will need to come with me. President Thoreson is around 30 to 45 minutes outside of Shelbin. Because their descent has begin, communication is not as effective, but we do have satellite feed with her. If you’ll come with me, we can go ahead and get discussions started.”

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Meanwhile…
As mentioned previously, the Theoroshian build-up along the Jarridian border had not gone unnoticed. During the beginning stages of Michelle’s flight she had determined that the best approach was to immediately call upon the National Guard as a precautionary measure. Though the Theoroshians had never shown aggression to Jarridia in the past, there was clearly something askew if Premier Brant was seeking refuge in Jarridia.

Several groupings of National Guard divisions had been dispersed to the region; larger ones positioned in the cities of Austin, Cerulean, and Tienson. Both Vampirian City and Vampidia were fully capable of taking care of themselves as most of the Vampirian Guards remained intact after the peaceful merger between Jarridia and Vampirian City. Smaller divisions of the National Guard were placed in smaller communities closest to the border.

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To: Esteemed government of Penguin Protection

I sincerely thank you for your assistance in this matter. Your technological help will not be forgotten. We are currently investigating this more, and can hopefully come away with a bearing on Jaquess’ location.

To: President of Jaquess International

From: Josef Vladenov, Assistant to President of Russo-Armenia

Subject: Organ purchases

Dear President of Jaquess International,

Our most esteemed President is in dire need of several organs and limbs. Just hours ago his vehicle rode by an IED placed on the side of the road, which detonated next to his vehicle. The initial impact caused severe loss of blood, damage to vital organs, and damage to some of his limbs. If he does not get the following limbs in the next two days, our President may loose the battle over his life. We need:

1 Large intestine- $560
1 Liver- $890
A right Eye- $345
1 Right Ring toe, and 1 pinKy toe- $90
1 Left leg (Knee down)- $675
1 Ring finger- $50
Total: 2,610 USD

If your company is willing, a government plane can fly to a desired destination and picK up these body parts. But it is important that once again we get these parts in the next day-two days. I thank you for your companies work and pray that for out Presidents sake, these parts can reach us in time.

Sincerely,
Josef Vladenov,
Personal Assistant to the President of Russo-Armenia

Palace in Jarridia

The Premier nodded. "Then let's do it. Lead me to where you have the feed set up. This information simply cannot wait."

To: President of Jaquess International

From: Josef Vladenov, Assistant to President of Russo-Armenia

Subject: Organ purchases

Dear President of Jaquess International,

Our most esteemed President is in dire need of several organs and limbs. Just hours ago his vehicle rode by an IED placed on the side of the road, which detonated next to his vehicle. The initial impact caused severe loss of blood, damage to vital organs, and damage to some of his limbs. If he does not get the following limbs in the next two days, our President may loose the battle over his life. We need:

1 Large intestine- $560
1 Liver- $890
A right Eye- $345
1 Right Ring toe, and 1 pinKy toe- $90
1 Left leg (Knee down)- $675
1 Ring finger- $50
Total: 2,610 USD

If your company is willing, a government plane can fly to a desired destination and picK up these body parts. But it is important that once again we get these parts in the next day-two days. I thank you for your companies work and pray that for out Presidents sake, these parts can reach us in time.

Sincerely,
Josef Vladenov,
Personal Assistant to the President of Russo-Armenia

Jaquess International: ViZion

Mr. Josef Vladenov

We are currently undergoing an investigation by our swine of a home country, Jarridia. However, we are able to process and fulfill your request from one of our numerous branches.

Your payment information has been confirmed. And your order should be there within the day.

Thank you.

Mark Whitson
ViZion Director

Palace in Jarridia

The Premier nodded. "Then let's do it. Lead me to where you have the feed set up. This information simply cannot wait."

Emily led him to a large conference room with a large LCD display at one end. The long, 16 seat walnut conference table was exquisite. This was where President Thoreson met with her cabinet and 'special' foreign leaders.

Michelle sits in her jet office looking over some briefings that had been dropped on her desk. A camera had been placed in front of her. Still very much in her party attire from the Ball in Parilisa, she was both irked by the fact she had to leave so suddenly, and that she was tired. After all, she had been up for around 24 hours now.

"Miss President, Premier Brant has arrived and is seeking your immediate attention." says Emily as she and the Premier enter the room.

Michelle looks at the monitor to her left, through which she can see the conference room. She smiles and says with a slight hint of sarcasm, "Good evening, Premier Brant. So nice of you to drop by. How can Jarridia be of assistance to you at this hour?

The Premier, after what he had been put through, simply laughed.

"What can you do for me? Dear Michelle, you've no idea what you're up against. In...", the Premier checked the watch on his wrist, "...about 3 hours, my nation is about to attack you. And there's nothing I can do to stop it."

The Premier, under intense pressure and stressed beyond belief, sighed and put his head in his hands.

"Michelle, dear...let's forgo with the formalities. I was just couped. My people won't like it, but by now the damned fascists in the military leadership will have it taken over. They'll put down whatever my people do to revolt, and it won't matter a damn. I...I should've realized this was going to happen. And I apologize for what my damned former comrades are about to do..."

At this, the Premier looked up at the screen, directly at the lady President. "Michelle, I have one favor to ask of you. Take down those damned fascists, and help me restore order to my nation. Please...will you help me?"

"Michelle, I have one favor to ask of you. Take down those damned fascists, and help me restore order to my nation. Please...will you help me?"

There was one thing the Theoroshian had seemingly failed to notice - it was Alexander Kazansky, the President of the United States of Allanea. Seated in a dark corner of the room, dressed in his black uniform, his face shadowed by a wide-brimmed black hat, the President was not a very obvious presence - but now, as he got up, he was difficult not to notice.

He stood by Michelle Thoreson, the ceremonial pistols on his hips and the epaulettes on his shoulders gleaming in gold and silver.

"I will. Because I am the President of the United States of Allanea."

The happiness that had filled Michelle's evening prior to the words from Premier Brant, vanished immediately. The wide, glowing smile that she most commonly wore fell into somewhat of a scowl. She tried to hold back her anger, but she was unable. She wasn't upset at Premier Brant, but the situation as a whole. However, before she could speak she was interrupted by Alex. Who so eloquently and enthusiastically erased the frustration she had fallen into.

She looked back directly into the camera, "Oh how rude of me. Premier Brant, let me introduce you to President Alex Kazansky of Allanea. He has been in Shelbin for the past few hours overseeing the transition of Jaquess International. Alex, I'm glad to see you were able to make it to this meeting and are prepared to help."

She clicked a few things on her computer then flipped open a file on her desk. "If what you're saying is true, Premier Brant, then we have very little time to react. For your own safety I will ask you to stay here within the Palace, however, should things escalate I may have you and your family relocated further South. Emily, we must get the full scope of the military prepared for war. We have little time. The National Guard has been en route and stationed since we first noticed the build-up along the border. The jet will be landing shortly. Get Secretary Mesnard in the board room and lets get moving as quickly as possible. Premier Brant, is your entire military lost, or is there some that are still loyal?"

Kazansky nodded. “I believe I have some tricks up my sleeve. As you know, we have already deployed somewhere around fifteen divisions – ten divisions of Allanean Mechanized Infantry and five divisinos of Confederate Light Infantry. It'll take time to put them in place, but they can help slow down the fascist onslaught. Unofrtunately, I cannot – under law – order any sort of attack on Theoroshia until they actually fire without the permission of Congress. But if you say they're going to attack that soon, that's of little relevance.”

“Further, I believe we can use the airbases in New Kentucky to have the Allanean Air Force render support to the Jarridian government. It's a thousand miles away, but we can at least maintain strategic bomber runs or lob cruise missiles across. We can also lob Starbolts across, but it'll take time to get everything together. The priority must be to hold them up for at least a few hours. If they don't immediately charge crushing into the country, I guarantee you victory. “

The Premier, slightly put off by the appearance of Mr. Kazanksy, simply replied to Michelle in his native tongue, "Da, ah ka..." He stopped himself, realizing his mistake. In plain English, the Premier said, "Yes, they are pretty much all lost. There is my Guards unit, which I ordered to go underground before I left. They'll probably round up as many civilians as possible to lead a partisian movement. Most of the Navy will probably rebel, but the Air Army and Army itself are very anti-myself at the moment."

"It is most unfortunate that this has happened. Make no mistake, Premier Brant, we will do all in our power to insure the safety of your population, but we will not tolerate a violent attack against Jarridia. I am most pleased that you have chosen to come here and alert us. My flight will be landing momentarily. Take a quick break and reunite with your family. Let's all meet again in twenty-five minutes with the rest of the Jarridian staff to discuss our options." Michelle gave a nod at both of them, then acknowledged her staff to cut transmission. Once the feed was dropped her head gently hung. Open warfare on Jarridian soil had been a rare if not nonexistent occurrence. But this time, it seemed without provocation the people of Jarridia would indeed be threatened.

OOC: I'd like to catch ye on MSN before I RP the actual invasion part.