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OOC: Need someone to play the terrorists

IC: "In the largest attack on Siapian territory since the revolution, a group of terrorists bombed a small base belonging to the Siapian Army. The blast killed several hundred military and civilian personnel and did severe damage to several military vehicles. In addition to the explosion, the terrorists seized 500 AK-47s which were going to be sent to the Empire of Necoroth. On the wall of the warehouse where the AKs were stored was a message addressed to the Chancellor spraypainted on the wall: 'Michael Lombard, you are a rat! Stop supporting dictators. Leave office now!' In response to the attacks, Lombard had to say, 'I refuse to buckle under the threat of these worms! They are the true threat. I fail to see why my leading this nation from an isolationism to a flourishing nation with many friends abroad attracts so much protest. We must unite as a people to eradicate these terrorists!' After this speech, a group of protestors marched on the Chancellor's mansion, protesting his foreign policy. I am Emily Smith, and this was a report from the Siapian Broadcasting Group."

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OOC: Sup i wouldn't mind rping with u. Just go easy im some what new.

IC: The flames of chaos rose above the sky as 800 men dashed across the open fields undetected. There they met the boarder lines of a forest that seemed to be the last parts of the remaining forest. For hours the mens sweat dropped from there faces as a small lucky drops struck the ground. The clanging of the newly stolen weapons were slightly heard through the group as they tireless ran. In the far outskirts of the forest laid a small incampment. Trailer trucks entered the camp as several people help remove food and fuel. Tents were all around as the tall forest gave them cover from the fierce air force. The men stacked the stolen goods ontop of tables as they returned to there tents for rest. A tall blond man stood in the middle examining reports of daily supplies and personal issues. The man was muscler and had a pacular russian accent. "Comrade general..." Said one of the officers cover in sweat. His vest was covered in wires as several men removed the explosive vest. "We were able to obtain the weapons that the rebels wanted."

The tall man turned around as his dog tag waved below carrying his name 'Peter Bushivek'. "The Necoroth rebels requested 1000... and my reports were that you only obtained 500..." Said Peter with disgust. "Make sure you obtain more in your next raid Cobalt..." The sweaty man slowly backed off as he headed of to his tent. Land buggies were mounted with machine guns as did with several pickup trucks. Peter walked over to one of the enginers doing a daily mantanice. "Are these ready to be shiped to the Necoroth rebels?" Asked Peter. The enginer gave the general a thumbs up from underneath as he continued with his work. I just hope those rebels dont send any letters to these nation leader... thought Peter as he headed back to his qaurters. The last thing this black market needs is a war against a nation...

OOC: Check "The Beauties of Evil" Thread and "When Evil is an Art". That should give you some context on the situation. Feel free to join in on "The Beauties of Evil", as that one is currently active.

IC: Lombard paced across his office, a glass of scotch on his desk. He knew that he had trouble. His alliance with the Empire of Necoroth, in addition to the war it brought, it did plenty to attract media attention. In addition to that, some maniacs made off with a couple hundred rifles, especially bad in a nation that outlawed guns. All this, plus the elections were coming up soon, and he had just been diagnosed with a cyst in his left kidney, which meant regular visits from doctors and soon surgery would follow, where there was blood, there were reporters...

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As the days pass the new shippments of machine gun mounted buggys entered the camp. The stafts enginers hurried along to set the final mantanince before shipment. The team of renagades began to prepare another siege of weaponries. "This time, it will be a fast strike... send in the moter cyclest in first as they blow up the main gates. Then have in the assassins up to the snipers nest. There on the remaining troops will head in and retreave the goods. At this time the decoys will set an explotion in the city at the city hall. Any questions?" The group stayed silent as there general ordered them off. The moters could be heard as 800 motercyclest dashed out of the forest line. It wasn't long until they reached the next military fortrest that held more amuntion and guns. Now all they had to do was wait for the decoy as 50 explosive motercyclest dashed into the city. Each one in a black trench coat and there helmets marked with a demonic dog. Some police had noticed them as they persued do to the fact of them speed 80 in a 40 lane. It wasn't long until the group crashed in for a magnifiecnt fireworks in the middle of the city.

Lombard paced around anxiously. His stomach gurgled as he sipped his tea. No food 12 hours before the surgery. That was the rule. he thought anxiously. He looked at his copy of the "Siap Tribune" which showed the explosions caused by the terrorists. 24 dead, 17 wounded He thought. Those bastards He picked up the phone and pushed a few keys. "This is Clarke, director, SIN (Siapian Intelligence network)."
"Dr. Clarke? I need your help. I'm due for my surgery soon and I couldn't trust my Secretary of state or senior undersecretary to handle the contents of a bag of peanuts. I am officialy, transferring control of the matters of state in Necoroth and here to you."
"I'm flattered, but I always knew your cabinet wasn't worth there weight in horseshit."
"Clarke, I can see why you never went out for public office."
"Sorry, I'm allergic to bullshit. Gives me hives."
"Alright. Take care of my problems."
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At the press conference, Dr. Everret Clarke of SIN stood grinding his teeth. In a perfect world, all these papparazis would be in the labor camps by now. "Yes. It is true that the current Chancellor nominated me to run the current affairs of the country and no, I cannot answer any of your questions, however, my first act will be to issue Executive Order 421, that a state of emergency exists and the writ of habeas Corpus does not apply to suspected enemies of the state. That will be all." He stormed out the back of the room with reporters shouting questions, snapping photographs and flooding the podium, before guards came to restrain them.

Clarke sat in the back of his executive limo, talking in a calm, but calculating manner. "Listen. I have an idea on how to deal a blow to these guys. There's an ammo train that was sent to clean out the armories in the surrounding areas of the attacks. The train will collect all the equipment we have stored in these areas. It will collect all the ammo from these bases, make a sprint through the western forest, yes, I know thats where...No, we don't know if they are there. The train will sprint and I want an extra company of men onboard. It will go to the military depot at Fort Homer, and from there it will be lifted to Esmund Airfield, which is on the opposite side of the country. Besides, no one in their right mind would hit Esmund airfield, considering the current troop presence there with the war in Necoroth. Relay that to every base in the country NOW!."

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ooc: sorry connor i had things to do so these is a late post.

IC: Police sirens and light could be heard through out the city as the Shadow Dogs made there final plans. As the motor cyclest soon reached deep into General Peter and his men carrifully awaited at the outskirts of the base. The squad leader had a clear design of a dark dog on the back of her trench coat. Soon the group split into sixteen groups with three members in each group. The police persuid them but with little sucess in catching up. The black lens on there helmet shimmered in the sunlight as the group soon targeted several valuable sorces. "Remember, if we spot anything of the unusal happens commince with project chaos." Redioed Peter as all the members awaited anchiously.

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Location: SIN Building 23th floor. 10:30 A.M.

A regular day in siaps most important intel network as the office workers hurry on to carrying various information. "Hey Jeff!" Said Ralf who had been working in international communaction translation sector. "You got like a few more days till you retire right?" Jeff looks at his partner as he takes another sip from his coffe mug. "Thats right Ralf... Its been three years and already im ready to retire..." Replied Jeff as he headed back to his cubacle. As Jeff entered his cubical a slight flash of a tatoo on his neck appeared.

Location: Soda industry of mountian dooby. 10:31 A.M.

Deep within the industrial compund as loud machincal machines continue on its usual runs. Various works continue there daily lives as the current news cast reported a shocking development in the city. "In the largest attack on Siapian territory since the revolution, a group of terrorists bombed a small base belonging to the Siapian Army. The blast killed several hundred military and civilian personnel and did severe damage to several military vehicles. In addition to the explosion, the terrorists seized 500 AK-47s which were going to be sent to the Empire of Necoroth. On the wall of the warehouse where the AKs were stored was a message addressed to the Chancellor spraypainted on the wall: 'Michael Lombard, you are a rat! Stop supporting dictators. Leave office now!' In response to the attacks, Lombard had to say, 'I refuse to buckle under the threat of these worms! They are the true threat. I fail to see why my leading this nation from an isolationism to a flourishing nation with many friends abroad attracts so much protest. We must unite as a people to eradicate these terrorists!' After this speech, a group of protestors marched on the Chancellor's mansion, protesting his foreign policy. I am Emily Smith, and this was a report from the Siapian Broadcasting Group." A few workers stopped as they listened to unexpected attack. "Just in! Police seems to have persuing renegade bikers that had entered the city. Each one carrying a similar icon of a black wolf or dog on the ends of the trench coats. Police chief believes that the raid could be related to these bikers. Further story later."

A Young looking lady with a workers uniform passed the pausing croud as similar tatoo hanged on her back neck.

Location: Arms manufactor, 10:45 A.M.

"Just in... The unexplained attacks had been targeted military compounds as a mysterious biker gang seemed to be tighted. Current reports that the 50 bikers had splitted into various directions through out the city. City officals still are under hot persuit." The manager quickly closed his windows as he checked on his supplies. Outside his office his secretary sat silently typing on her computer. In her middle finger lay ring baring the shadow dog symbol.

Dr. Clarke sat in the large executive chair in the Chancellors' Residence. Lombard was still recovering from surgery, partially from a complicated procedure and partially through Clarke's arrangings. "Sir!" a colonel burst in. Clarke silenced him by raising a lone finger. Clarke was apparently mesmerized by a large screen that showed video survelience on the streets. "I knew these were a good investment." He said blithely. "He watched the motorcycles easily evading the police patrols." The Colonel stared at the screen. "Uh, sir? Your encryption, its not standard."
"I know. I am not logged in. I hacked it." "Sir?" "Don't worry, I used a double-prime imaginary root factor sequence. My granddad made it himself. No one knows I'm watching." "Sir! The Super 74 Chinooks took off from Esmund Airfield as per your request." "Good Job Colonel!" He was typing on the computer. "I don't know what these bikers are up to, but I'd like to have a little chat with one of them." "Sir?" The colonel asked.
"Colonel, do you know what I was before I went into the intelligence business?" "No." "Colonel, I was a puppet master at the circus. What you have here is the traffic grid, again hacked, and the dots moving are the motorcyclists. We ought not to attract too much attention. And since there is no habeas corpus, there will be no trouble from that stupid Human Rights watch group, right?" "Yes sir!" "Now watch, and arrange me a helicopter to SIN." he said while performing a ballet on the keyboard with his fingers...

Hal Franks sat at the light. "Damn fucking traffic." He searched around for his cup of coffee when the light suddenly turned green. He heard honking around him and he slammed on the gas. Suddenly his left car door exploded into his side and he was surrounded by his car's airbags. One of the motorcyclists flew over him and did a perfect flop on the concrete as a wave of bikers and cop cars sped around Hal's car. As an ambulance came, no one noticed that the biker who crashed was picked up by a man in a dark work suit and was thrown in the back of a pickup truck. The man injected a drug into the Biker's neck, rendering him unconscious again,and then covering the bed of the pickup truck with a tarp. The pickup drove off.

At SIN HQ, the biker slowly regained consciousness. He had none of his gear on and all of his clothes were missing, save a loincloth and a mask over his mouth and nose. He discovered his arms and legs were chained to a table that was currently upright, hanging him uncomfortably. "Good morning my bike-riding friend. Do I have the right to be calling you that?" Clarke's reptillian voice filled the room. A nurse came and gave the biker an injection. "Never mind that." Clarke continued. "Its just a solution of things to, say help you along. It has a pain-enhancer. If you got a paper cut, it would feel like your arm was being sliced off. We also included some nutrients to make sure we don't lose you if we decide to, shall we say, make sure you are cooperating." In front of the biker was a hideous assortment of blades and razors. "Have no fear, we probably won't use those. We can just use those high voltage coils you are attatched to, or..." He pushed a button on a control panel and suddenly the biker noticed that a powerful oppressive gas was filling his lungs. He scrambled in vain for air as his face turned red. Clarke pushed the button again and the gas went away. "Now, were done playing. Kruger, test if the pain-enhancers have taken effect." A large, square-shouldered walked up with a set of brass knuckles on his right fist. He leaned back and his fist exploded into the Biker's Groin...

The pain could be easily expressed by his facial look as the soldier took the blow. Yet he reframed from making any sounds as his genatles were being crushed. After a few deep heavy breaths the soldier spoke, "It's best you kill me because I just follow orders... And for sake... you best leave this building..." He didn't say any more then that as an ery silence loomed across the room.

Mean while in the streets:

Tanya glanced back as she lost one of her bikers getting ever closer to Siap's SIN skyscarpper that held various documents. Afterwards there next target would be SIN's HQ. "Ok any more miss ups and ill deal with all of you personally..." Yelled Tanya as the soliders followed her avoiding all traffic. As they took a sharp turn to the right, Tanya could see the entrance to the SIN'S info bank. It seemed that the police had set up a blockad as she stopped. This is what she had been waiting for as she gave out her final orders, "All units ingadge..." All across the city the a few of the bikers had now surrounded the police and a few were already hiding out around the second target. Tayna smiled as she charged towards the police causing her cycle to pop a wheely. The police opened fired at the single biker as Tanya swerved and avoid the shots. Her silver dueling magnums shine as the suns rays struck them. The police ran to the side to avoid the motor cycle as it was about to hit a police car. Tanya smiled and jumped right off her vehical as it exploded in contact with the car. She rolled on the ground twice as she drew out her pistals. The cops took there postion and prepared to fire but was already too late. Tanya had struck down two cops in the head with her first shots. It didn't take long until the line of police were all dead with bullets in there head. Steam slowly came from the ends of her pistal as her clips fell off.

The three bikers behind her had also taken care of the persuiting police. The Tanya smiled as she walked towards the complex. She signaled two bikers as ran there motor cycles into the building. They quickly jumped off leaving the bikes to ram the intrance causing a bigger explostion. By now news choppers were above the warfare as Tanya and a group of 5 men entered the building. Various chains of explostions began as the bikers had reached there targets and left there vechials to do the job. The Dark raid had begun.

Back in Siap HQ:

The soldier smiled and began to laugh as the building shook with a loud bang. "It's too late... it has begun..."

"What The hell was that!" Clarke had been knocked out of his seat. He lept to his feet, pistol drawn. Two Siapian Special Security Units (SSU) ran to him. "Sir! We must evacuate!" They took him by the arms and dragged him. I'll fucking take them to fucking hell!" He forced his way out of their grip and bolted through the burning hallways to the prison chambers. He came to the prisoner. "You fucking ass! Your could have saved your ass by telling us when this would happen, but no!" He shot the prisoner in the stomach, insuring a slow, painful death. "Sir! Let's get out of here! To the helipad!" The men dragged Dr. Clarke to the helipad. Once he got there he lept into the helicopter with some soldiers. They took off and soon Clarke spotted several motorcycles roaring into the desert. Its them!" He snathced the guards rifle and lept into the gunners seatand began firing on them. "Go low and follow them!" he shouted and began firing berserkly on the bikers. He picked off two, but soon he was being fired upon. He was hit in the chest and a soldier yanked him back in. "Damn fucking shit!" Clarke shouted. The soldier tried to steady Clarke who said "Get off! I'm wearing a bullet-proof vest." "Sir!" The pilot yelled "We should go to Esmund Airfield!" "Good enough." Clarke responded.

Esmund Air Field, Siap
Clarke's helicopter landed. He stormed into the command center. "Talk to me!"
"Sir! They hit a SIN info base and some sensitive docs are missing both from the base and the HQ.
"Shit. Get helicopter group 4 ready."
"Aye-aye chief." The commander then barked into the radio. "They have insiders. Put everyone on the base through a polygraph. If anyone so much as stutters, send them to the labor camps."