Lachenburg
08-01-2005, 03:29
Vienna, Austria
General Johann Albertung stood with beer in hand, wishing he would have ordered a scotch. But after all, this was a formal meeting, not a dark saloon. This black-tie meeting was the highlight of his day, centered around a old three-story town house on the east side of Vienna. The first floor dining room was lightly populated by a few guests, most of them high-ranking officals and former-politicans, all recruited here for a central reason.
Over the past several years, the governments of Austria and Switzerland had become increasingly weak, as the grip of radical left-wing parties controlled the states. Over time, the proud militaries of both nations had crumbled into a heaping un-organized mass of individuals without motive or proper leadership. Even the great banking economy of Switzerland began to decline, as a movement of isolationism locked the country into an iron cage. Johann’s organization, Executive Desisions was a mercenary group made up of former soliders from the U.S, Britian, South Africa, Germany and even Switzerland itself. All theses individuals were highly trained and highly motivated for the simple goal of overturning the liberal power that crippled these two countries. Now, as the government contiued to weaken, oppritunity reared its head, for now was the time to strike.
Navigating through the activley shifting crowd, the General made his way towards the 1st-floor small office on the far side of the building. Each member, silently looked around at each other, gathering recon on the current situation. In this organization, power can change hands quite rapidly and those who don’t prepare for it will be wiped-out.
Finally, the wooden door was within reach and Johann grasped the brass handle. Pushing the door open, he noticed tow figures: the rather short, balding Hans Fiezter and the old wise Swiss man, Jaques Frock. Both of them now headed Executive Decisions and reevolutionized the way in which it worked. Over the past three years, they had added 2 dozen more sleeper cells all across Switzerland, Austria and Leichenstein, all gathering intellegence and waiting for the moment to get called into duty. Once activated, their mission would be to systematically take control of all three countries by attacking various targets of oppurunity. These men had been train for this job for 6 years and they did not intend to fail.
Promptly spinning around, Hans was surprised by the General’s suprise visit and was curious to know why he had pay them a visit in the first place.
“ Johann, greetings my friend, how is the party?” Hans gruffly said, a hint of both annoyance and suprise within his deep, full voice.
“ We need to talk.” Johann quietly said, falling back into one of the assorted leather chairs, scattered throught the office.
“Why? Whats going on?” Has replied, his voice changing to a tone of concern.
“Our sources in the field have told me that military redeployments are occurring across the map. Austria and Switzerland both are moving war materials all around the country. Many of them are going to the scrap yard. They suggest that now would be the perfect time to strike. About half of the enemies total forces are on rails tonight, many of those rails have been rigged with explosives. If we attacked tonight, the enemy would not be able to respond very quickly, when the majority of their forces are unable to fight. If we play our cards right, this could go over quite smoothly.”
By now the room was dead silent. Both Hans and Jaques stood straight as an arrow, their faces now a slight-shade of pale. No one ever thought that the take over would occur this soon. But now, oppurtunity was knocking at the door and they couldn’t possibly refuse.
“Alright, are all of the cells in place and ready to move?” Hans said, as he began to pace the room.
“Yes, all forces are prepped and ready to move. All major targets are in the cross-hairs and we are ready to go active. Also, we have confirmed that several Swiss and Austrian Divisions have agreed to defect to our side. Two of those Divisions are right outside Graz and the other four are scattered about Switzerland. In a matter of 14 hours, I believe that we could take almost every major city in the region. Yes, most resistance forces will scatter themselves throught the countryside, but we will have the upper hand.”
Johann now stood up and prepared to leave the room.
“Alright, Johann. We’ll give you the word once everything is ready.” Jaques said, his eyes fixed on the General’s firm gaze.
“I’ll be waiting”
Six hours and four cups of coffee later, the rather fatigued General recived the word. Grabbing the reciver on his STU-3, he dailed a number and waited for a few moments, adreniline filling his veins.
“Yeah.”
“The words out, mobilize now. Operation: Winter’s Fury is now active.”
“...Alright, were on it.”
Within moments 5 dozen cells and 35,000 well-armed soliders went active and began their campaign of destruction. Previously planted explosives, planted at Field Headquarters, Supply Depots, Rail yards and places of government went off, sending both countries into chaos. Johann looked out the thick pained window of his HQ to see fireballs lighting up the dark sky.
It was going to be one long night in the Alps...
General Johann Albertung stood with beer in hand, wishing he would have ordered a scotch. But after all, this was a formal meeting, not a dark saloon. This black-tie meeting was the highlight of his day, centered around a old three-story town house on the east side of Vienna. The first floor dining room was lightly populated by a few guests, most of them high-ranking officals and former-politicans, all recruited here for a central reason.
Over the past several years, the governments of Austria and Switzerland had become increasingly weak, as the grip of radical left-wing parties controlled the states. Over time, the proud militaries of both nations had crumbled into a heaping un-organized mass of individuals without motive or proper leadership. Even the great banking economy of Switzerland began to decline, as a movement of isolationism locked the country into an iron cage. Johann’s organization, Executive Desisions was a mercenary group made up of former soliders from the U.S, Britian, South Africa, Germany and even Switzerland itself. All theses individuals were highly trained and highly motivated for the simple goal of overturning the liberal power that crippled these two countries. Now, as the government contiued to weaken, oppritunity reared its head, for now was the time to strike.
Navigating through the activley shifting crowd, the General made his way towards the 1st-floor small office on the far side of the building. Each member, silently looked around at each other, gathering recon on the current situation. In this organization, power can change hands quite rapidly and those who don’t prepare for it will be wiped-out.
Finally, the wooden door was within reach and Johann grasped the brass handle. Pushing the door open, he noticed tow figures: the rather short, balding Hans Fiezter and the old wise Swiss man, Jaques Frock. Both of them now headed Executive Decisions and reevolutionized the way in which it worked. Over the past three years, they had added 2 dozen more sleeper cells all across Switzerland, Austria and Leichenstein, all gathering intellegence and waiting for the moment to get called into duty. Once activated, their mission would be to systematically take control of all three countries by attacking various targets of oppurunity. These men had been train for this job for 6 years and they did not intend to fail.
Promptly spinning around, Hans was surprised by the General’s suprise visit and was curious to know why he had pay them a visit in the first place.
“ Johann, greetings my friend, how is the party?” Hans gruffly said, a hint of both annoyance and suprise within his deep, full voice.
“ We need to talk.” Johann quietly said, falling back into one of the assorted leather chairs, scattered throught the office.
“Why? Whats going on?” Has replied, his voice changing to a tone of concern.
“Our sources in the field have told me that military redeployments are occurring across the map. Austria and Switzerland both are moving war materials all around the country. Many of them are going to the scrap yard. They suggest that now would be the perfect time to strike. About half of the enemies total forces are on rails tonight, many of those rails have been rigged with explosives. If we attacked tonight, the enemy would not be able to respond very quickly, when the majority of their forces are unable to fight. If we play our cards right, this could go over quite smoothly.”
By now the room was dead silent. Both Hans and Jaques stood straight as an arrow, their faces now a slight-shade of pale. No one ever thought that the take over would occur this soon. But now, oppurtunity was knocking at the door and they couldn’t possibly refuse.
“Alright, are all of the cells in place and ready to move?” Hans said, as he began to pace the room.
“Yes, all forces are prepped and ready to move. All major targets are in the cross-hairs and we are ready to go active. Also, we have confirmed that several Swiss and Austrian Divisions have agreed to defect to our side. Two of those Divisions are right outside Graz and the other four are scattered about Switzerland. In a matter of 14 hours, I believe that we could take almost every major city in the region. Yes, most resistance forces will scatter themselves throught the countryside, but we will have the upper hand.”
Johann now stood up and prepared to leave the room.
“Alright, Johann. We’ll give you the word once everything is ready.” Jaques said, his eyes fixed on the General’s firm gaze.
“I’ll be waiting”
Six hours and four cups of coffee later, the rather fatigued General recived the word. Grabbing the reciver on his STU-3, he dailed a number and waited for a few moments, adreniline filling his veins.
“Yeah.”
“The words out, mobilize now. Operation: Winter’s Fury is now active.”
“...Alright, were on it.”
Within moments 5 dozen cells and 35,000 well-armed soliders went active and began their campaign of destruction. Previously planted explosives, planted at Field Headquarters, Supply Depots, Rail yards and places of government went off, sending both countries into chaos. Johann looked out the thick pained window of his HQ to see fireballs lighting up the dark sky.
It was going to be one long night in the Alps...