NationStates Jolt Archive

Plea for freedom loving nations around the NS-world(Radio broadcast)

Situation in Rubberduckistan has become intolerable. Duckche-Party has betrayed it´s own principles, and is mockery of the original people´s democracy it was supposed to be.

Only solution that remains for all the freedom loving Rubberduckistanis is insurrection, but we are short of money, training, weapons, safe-havens.
Party and State Security Directorate monitor people and their lives so throughly that building effective resistance army in Rubberduckistan is almost impossible, and striking with terror-tactics only alienate the very people we wish to liberate. Help us in FreeDuckistan at Quackmail.net or any other me.....*Transmission drowns in static as Rubberduckistani radio-listening post jams it*

(OOC: This is the start of the resistance movement in Rubberduckistan, so feel free to jump in with TG or just participating.)

"They found us!" one resistance man yelled. "Get out by the tunnel. They´ll be here any minute. I´ll cover you."

"Yevno, theý will kill you. We all go, or we all stay."

"Little Katjuska" Yevno took his paternal tone "They heard mans voice, and if they find me, there is a chance they think I did it alone. You´ll have better chance to escape."

Two girls and three boys climbed down the basement trapdoor and crawled into tunnel hidden behind sacks of potatoes. Yevno closed the panel and covered it with sacks again. He heard the helicopter approaching. He took his fathers old TT-pistol, and sighed. He did not even have ammunition for it, but it would as well. He had to die, lest he betrays the revolution.

"This is the police! Come out with your hands up. Any attempt of resistance is met with lethal force. This is your one and only warning" loudspeaker blared.

Yevno felt strange calm coming over him as he stepped out of the with Tokarev in hand. He did not take have time to take second step.....

The dark-suited agent walked the streets of Rubberduckistan. He was one of the top 10 agents of the AGAFIA anti-fascist agency, and had been listening to the radio when the transmission had been recieved.
I must find the resistance...Perhaps I can provide some help.

He had been wandering the streets for a while now. He decided to return to the apartment the agency had purchased for the purpose of basing a resistance movement within the nation. He had arranged to have other agents out there, looking for the resistance, telling them where to go, but he had little hope of finding the resistance fighters before the government finished off the movement.
Goddamnit...This was a bad idea.
He felt the desert eagle nestled in the holster under his jacket. Naturally, hundreds of small kevlar scales were fitted inside the jacket, making it protective, comfortable, and concealed.
I hate waiting...
He sat in an armchair in front of the fireplace. It was a large apartment. The agency had bought several apartments, then converted them into one. They also fited hidden compartments behind wall panelling. Guns could be hidden there. If he could find the resistance.Officially he was part of a diplomatic team sent in to see if it was possible to get trade with Rubberduckistan, so he had diplomatic immunity. He just hoped the government didn't just ignore it and shoot him if they found out what was in his apartment.He stared at the fire, at his suitcase, filled with local currency (courtesy of a local bank-robbing group, now deceased), at the ceremonial swords, mounted above the fireplace. He had all he needed.All the things except people.

Katja dodged into back-alley in silent streets of the city, to avoid passing police-apc with troops looking suspiciously around. http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v433/drStraydog/motorrifle3.jpg
She was cold and hungry, as she dared not to go home, fearing that police might be waiting there. Two days she had wandered Grampustads streets, just dozing off in some remote corner.

"Damn Yevno, and his stupid idea. What do we know about revolutions and toppling goverments? And now he is probably dead....Before they even had chance to really fight. When will be my turn?" She looked at fancy looking apartmenthouse."They probably don´t bother to look me in there. (OOC: Ankh, that would be your house. Hope you like it.) http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v433/drStraydog/FassaadS.jpg

Duckzhynski Square 13, Headquarters of the State Security Directorate, Prisoner Hospital-level.

Two grim-looking men looked at Yevno as he laid in hospital bed. Nurse left the room after she had checked the patient.

"Incredible that he is still alive, after being riddled with bullets, he should be dead" colonel Krachenkov noted. "Still, if he ever wakes up, he will wish he had died. Did ltn. Yuchenkov find anything else? His damn report still hasn´t arrived."

"They found radio-transmitter, built part by part handmade. That´s how they got it without any of our informants did not get wind out of it" captain Rokossovski, Krachenkov´s aide answered. "I´ll send men to question the parts dealers in the morning."

The intercom in the apartment clicked.The agent walked over to the box on the wall, and turned on the speaker.
"There's someone at the door. Someone we have a file on."
"An 'F' file?"
"No. An 'R' file. Possible Rubberduckistan Resistance fighter.Do I open up the door?"
"Let them in. We'll see what we can do.If they aren't resistance...Make sure no-one sees them enter."
"Yes sir."
The doors of the apartment swung open, creaking slightly as they did so. External speakers, not loud, just enough to hear clearly switched on.
"Come inside.Third door on the right."

ooc:

I think my sinister dark-suited agent could learn to like it :D

Terms:
'F' file:Fascist agent, enemy of the agency.
'R' file:Possible resistance fighter, possible ally.
'I' file:Informant.Untrustworthy.

Do you use Flashpoint shots a lot?

ooc: can I still join?

Katja almost fainted when she saw agent. "Trap? No, they would not bother to let me in. They´d just drag me to car, and take me to station."

She looked nervously around, when she heard the wail of police siren outside.
"Just who are you people? I don´t want any trouble....."

(Behind the scenes info: The escaped resistance members scattered, and Katja has been on the run for two days. Yevno is in SSD´s custody, in coma, unknown to other members. SSD did not publicize the capture. Current resistance operates in cells of 4-8 members, leader knowing the next contact. What was left out from start, is that Yevno told the others the contacts name.)

OOC: @Ankh, sometimes. It´s easy to make "combat photos" with OFP to enliven the story, but I don´t have many ready, and staging the photos take some effort if one uses custom animations.

@Theao, sure, just jump in. :)

As the resistance was making thier broadcast a spyplane of Theao was flying over.

secret ic:
"Director"
"Yes agent Smith"
"We have information that Rubberduckistan has a resitance army. The information anaylsist division sees this as a perfect oppertunity to induce chaos in the region."
"Contact the embassy and have them send out an agent or two to aid the resistance."


Having recived the message from HQ the intelligence force at the embassy sent an agent to try to find any members of the resistance.

Katherine Leang, head of the CIA, knew and saw all in the world. That was, after all, her job, as CIA Director, she had to keep watch over any events or persons that threatened Upper Xen, or would give it good press and cleanse its conscience. Least of all, it would give her good points with the next administration, it was close to an election year.

She presisded over the recent audio dispatch from a certain nation called Rubberduckistan, playing the tapes, listening to them on her headphones. A supposed resistance movement had issued a statement asking for aid, pleading for help, like a maiden locked in a tower.

A resistance in Rubberduckistan? If this was real, then supporting this would effictively ensure Upper Xen a stable ally in the future.

She then stopped the tape, took off the heeadphoines, and sat back.

She thought about this long and deep........there had to be some way to get weapons and supplies to them.

She then hit on an idea. The CIA operated a secret airline it used, General Transport. This airline would give aid clandestinely, much like Air America did in Laos, to anybody that would resist oppression, or Communism.

In this case, it was oppression. Leang thought again, decided that this would be a win-win scenario, with democracy being restored, her job secure, and Upper Xen's good name secure, and called her Secretary.

"Jacky? Get the Head of Logistics. Tell him to activate General Transport, and tell their pilots to start memorizing maps of Rubberduckistan. And get some men on the ground. We're going in."

"We are...An agency. We aim to curtail fascist regimes and certain kinds of dictatorial regimes in order to stabilise world events. Our area of operation recently expanded into rubberduckistan. Not even the local government knows who we are. There is some doubt as to wether they even know we are here. We heard your broadcast and thought we could help the resistance by supplying weapons, equipment, money and safehouses. We have all of those things here. You must realise however, that should you be captured we could not help you, and would have to disown the entire operation. The best we could do to help would be to supply you with the means to...Make sure you do not betray your comrades. This offer will stand as long as it has to. In the meantime, this place is being offered as a safehouse to resistance members. You are more or less safe here.Drink?I need to contact the leadership of your resistance movement."

The agent walked around the officedeep in thought, weighing up the different possibilities.

ooc-I can use Half-Life 2 Garrysmod to stage some non combat shotds.Just to look cool. :D

The verious agents were searching the sewers, the slums, any area they could think might house resistance fighters.

As a robust, veteran pilot jumped into his fighter, he immediately engaged his autopilot program and prepared for takeoff. "I am ready to go sir, all weapons are ok, 1 month's worth of ration check, Ammunation for land assualt check and parachute check, sir what are your commands." Commodore Dingo Chavez told the pilot: "Jackson, you got be careful, we don't know where is the resistance hideouts and if you fighter is not careful you will kill the rebels by mistake and we will face a declaration of war by the government. We are the only nation capable of using the don pachi project (don pachi roughly means swarm of bees in japanese), so you got to be careful, attack military bases and if you need to assist the rebels attack on foot, remeber everything I taught you or the rebels and us will face an inevitable death. Good luck" Jackson began to leave the airspace of the countryside and enter the enemy region...

Ankhmetian hideout, Grampustad, Rubberduckistan

"Yevno, our cell-commander, told me how to make contact with higher echelon of our organization. You need to see old woman selling ice-cream in Karamazov Mall" Katja explained while wolfing down hot tea and sandwiches.
"You must say to her: "Uncle Viktor is ill. He´s got high fever." She´ll pass the word and answer. And might I suggest you chance your attire to something more....uh....blending. No offense, but you stick out like some goverment heavy, and our people are not too comfortable if they see someone to talk with them. It usually means informant or trouble."

Red Fox Flight, Routine patrol near the border of Rubberduckistan.

"Red Fox, Sky-Eye Two. We have detected an incoming aircraft. It´s coming in from sector A-12, and is not responding to our calls. No commercial aircraft IFF-signal, and radar signature looks like interceptor, over."

"Red Fox Leader. We´ll fly to intercept it. Keep us informed about it´s route,over."

"Wilco. At present speed you should intercept it at A-24 in three minutes, over."

"That´s a roger, Red Fox out."

"Sky-Eye Two out."

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v433/drStraydog/Airpatrol1.jpg
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v433/drStraydog/Airpatrol2.jpg

"Unidentified aircraft, this is Red Fox Leader! You are violating Rubberduckistani airspace. Identify yourself immeadedly" RF-Leader demanded, while switching on the targeting radar. "Red Fox Two and Three, fire warning shot across it´s path (cannons)."

OOC: Ankh, go ahead and use the shots. :)

"I don't think I can do that.This suit has some use, as well as being stylish. It's armoured, has some cash in the lining, and has a holster in it. Plus, I'm in Section Z of a certain Nation's intelligence agency. I can't take the suit off. It's our unofficial uniform. It helps our image.It's also part of our insertion tactic. Part of our strategy is to look like we are part of the local government.And as for heavy....Do I look like a heavy?"
He is early middle aged, not old but starting the last couple of laps of the aging process. He has a sinister element to the way he looks, but he looks more like a beurocrat than a government thug. He walks over to the door, and opens it. Two men in military-style uniforms with no markings or rank indicators run into the room and start to clean surfaces that have been touched by the agent.
"Fell free to join me in contacting your leadership, or stay here. My...Associates here will make sure this place is not traced."

He walks out of the door, swiftly.

Lieutenant Anton Staros of the Altaeian Special Branch (ASB) watchfully scanned the vast, barren landscape of Rubberduckistan, clutching his binoculors in his quivering palms. Breathing heavily, he hastily signalled to his squad:

"Move out", he hissed

In unison, his squad rose and followed him to a small, yet complex rock formation, the dull thud of their military-grade boots echoing across the ground with an uncomfortable ease.

Staros was here on a veiled mission assigned to him by President Kurtos himself. As commanding officer of Eagle Squad, the most fiercely dedicated, committed and versatile of all outfits within the ASB, Kurtos had had no hesitation in turning to Staros this time around. Each soldier in the squad wore the ASB insignia on his sleeve with pride, and to all, it was the utmost form of symbolic inspiration. On what Staros knew was the most perilous and high-risk mission his men would ever face (the mission was assigned security-clearance level 5 - the highest possible), inspiration from any quarter - even from a piece of patterned embroidery - was most welcome.

The ASB had been the brainchild of the recently-elected President, whose headstrong idealism was often in conflict with a region renowned for it's propensity to destabilise - not to mention some of the older, more pragmatic members of his cabinet. Even Staros himself, an admirer of the President's unwavering conviction to the exporting and establishment of democratic institutions and political justice, could not help but feel the hubristic overtones in Kurtos' enthusiasm. Ten years in the line of duty, first in the Marines and now the ASB, had made him acutely suspicious of a politician's motives - no matter how noble and benevolent they were.

Suddenly, a low, soft voice could be heard from within the rock formation ahead. Glancing at his map, Staros believed this to be the location of a resistance, as pointed out by Colonel Manera of the Altaeian Intelligence Bureau (AIB).

He lowered his hand slowly, ordering his men to crouch. With their ASB-A9 rifles raised, they advanced warily ...

Secret IC-info
-Number of "active" members: 200 or so, organized in cells of 4-8.
-Support/Sympathisers: Estimated 4000.
-Level of current activity: Minor sabotage of police and military equipment,
distribution of insurrectionary material, spraying of slogans, bickering amonst
themselves.
-Location: 99% found in urban environment, being mainly drawn from
students.
-Level of competence: Washouts from national service and draft dodgers.
Pose no immediate threat as military force.
-Final analysis: Mostly harmless.

State Security Department. Threat Analysis Memo-2197.

As Jackon Detected the Red Fox Squadron he immediately headed into combat mode and his fighter quickly unleashed the beam cannon upon the fighters, generally his fighters can endure several shots from the missiles since the metal alloys extracted from his country is generally blast resistant. He Also decided to destroy the airfield nearby to disrupt supply and transport attempts...

Grampustad, Karamazov Mall.

Katja let the Ankhian agent cover the area, in case their shadowers had found them again. Agent had spotted two men following them, but they had managed to lost them.

"Uncle Viktor is ill. He´s got high fever" she said to ice-cream lady. "I´m sure he could use some help."

"I´ve heard that Icon of Holy Mother of Citadel can work miracles. I think poor old Viktor will need it´s help now. But do go there day after tomorrow, so the church is not so packed."

Having been unable to find anything one of the agents had stopped to get an ice cream and had notice someone who appeared to move like an intelligence agent having a converstion about a victor and a meeting at a holy citadel the day after tomorrow. He thus decided to show up on the appointed day outside the church.

Secret Information on Ankhmeti AGAFIA Operations in Rubberduckistan
To be disclosed only to Rubberduckistan Resistance

OPERATION:POISON

Agents:2
Agent Codenames and Activities

Agent:Hector
Activities:Scout out possible hidout locations. Establish hidden armoury. Capture and interrogate police. Execute police and replace captured police with Ankhmeti special forces. Observe agent 'Ajax' until he meets with leadership.

Agent:Ajax
Activities:Locate and contact resistance. Provide resources for local forces. Provide false evidence. Misinformation.

Special Forces Infiltrators:15

Task-Force Alpha
Number of troops:10
Activities:Protect safehouse.

Task-Force Bravo
Number of troops:5
Activities: Capture and interrogation of police units. Infiltration of police.
--------------------

A second agent had been sent in to Rubberduckistan to observe agent Ajax. He had been following him all day, talking to him via an earpiece. At the worst, anyone who saw him would think he was with the Government, and stay clear. Or try and quietly kill him. But that would be a stupid thing to do.
"Ajax, this is Hector. I have a contact. He seems to be listening in on you. Moving to intercept."
He had spotted the Thaeo agent.of course, he had no idea who he really was. Could have been a pickpocket.
Ajax heard this.He turned to Katja. He whispered in her ear:
"We may be being followed. take an indirect route to the safehouse. There's a cellar entrance at the West side. There is a keypad code. The code is 434521. Make sure no-one follows you. Once you're in, security will hide you.I will meet you there to tell you more about our operation.I suppose I should tell you why my organisation has decided to help undermine local government.Quickly now."
Ajax quickly walked into the nearest group of people, attempting to lose any possible followers.
Hector walked up to the Thae agent.
"Excuse me sir, do you have a light?I'm awfully sorry, I just seem to have lost my lighter."

"Ya" he says as he pats his pockets "somewhere in here." He pulls out a lighter as well as a ton of paper pens and assorted junk "This good?"

"Thank you.Say, do I know you from somewhere?I could have sworn I've seen you before.Am I going crazy?"

"Ya now that I think about it you look familiar too. I can't say from where thought. This is going to bother me all day now until I can place you." he said as he took off his fedora and scratched his head.

"Come around to my place. It would be like paying back the favour , and then we could find out where we seem to know each other from...The name's Hector, by the way."

"Sure lets go, oh and my name is Jason."

Hector walked up to a block of apartments. He moved up the elevator to a mid-level apartment, not too large but with the shutters on all the windows closed.
As soon as Jason walked in he has a look which says 'now I know...', but kept quiet.
"Would you like something to drink?"

"Do you have water? Walking about on the street can get to be very thirsty work. What do you do by the way?"

"Sure. Not too sure about the water supply here, we seem to have some kind of calcium buildup in the pipes.Makes the water hard. I work as a photographer here. Not much work, mostly a middle class family wants a photo done of the family every so often, but it's work.You?"
He handed the glass of water to Jason. He knew that he just had to keep tabs on this person.

"Thanks for the water. I'm gofer. Basically I do odd jobs for people (find this, deliver that, locate people ect..) it's not great work but I get by."

"I saw you were listening on someone at that ice cream place. Must have been interesting. Or where you just ogling the young lady?"
He grinned, and got a beer out of a grimy looking fridge in the corner.He reached into the inner pocket of his jacket.He looked uneasily at Jason.
"Or have I just signed my own death warrant?"

"A little of both really. I did hear something about a church that sounded intresting. On my next 'break' ,which is the day after tommorrow, I thought I'd check it out. Did you hear that radio broadcast a few days ago about some rebels or somesuch. What did you think about it?" he said as he drank the water.


ooc: was the death warrent thing a thought or out loud

if outloud
ic: "It depends who you work for."

"Bad stuff. That can get you killed too easily around here. I must admit I am a little interested."
He pulled a handgun from his pocket and dropped it on to a table behind him.
"Always carry it around. just in case. For a second I thought you were secret police. Almost shot you through my jacket.No offense, of course.That still doesn't solve the quesiton of why you seem familiar."

ooc:scratch that, it's out loud.

"It depends who you work for. If your a duck then yes your in trouble otherwise maybe not. Also have I seen you near the Ankhmet embassy? If I didn't see you there maybe at the ESTA?" As he took out his pistol as well.

"Ah, yes. I went to photograph the ambassador.Wonderful person.And I don't know anything about any 'ESTA'. What is it?And I'm not a 'duck'."
He slipped a piece of paper, the size of a business card into Jason's pocket. And hoped he didn't notice.

________________________________________
Ankhmeti Global Anti Fascist Intelligence Agency
The Ankhmeti Embassy
Rubberduckistan
Room 13, ask for Ajax
________________________________________

He then quickly tapped the top of the table, then alternated the tapping with the edge, to make an interesting 'tune'.

"The ESTA is a special training program. It's very good you arn't a 'duck', last duck that bothered me ended up in the oven." he said as he holstered his gun. I'll be going know if you don't mind. It was nice talking to you though and thanks for the water." As he left Hector noticed a slip of paper were Jason was sitting.

As he walked out he slip the paper out of his pocket a went for ice cream.

------
Theao Intelligence
Theao Embassy
talk to the guard about trout
------

Hector chuckled.He turned to a corner of the room, making sure Jason was well out of hearing range and said, quite clearly:
"Watch him Ajax.He's crafty."
He then walked in the direction of the Theao Embassy.

After getting a chocolate cone for a vendor he set out on a round about path which ended up at the Anhkmet embassy. As he sat by the fountain finishing his cone he watched the embassy for a while before going up to the guard and asked
"Could you direct me to a man named Ajax. I belive he is in an unlucky room."

The guard pulled a tazer out and zapped Jason on the back of the neck. As soon as he was conscious, a man appearing to be exactly the same as Hector greeted him.
"Hello.I am Ajax.This is my 'unlucky room'.How do you do?"


ooc:Have to go.Sleep.Need.2:48 AM.

"Except for a very sore neck not really that bad. I do happen to feel a few pounds lighter though." He said as he got up to stretch and rub his neck. "If this turns out beneficial will I get my weight back?"

ooc:I'm 4 hours behind you

Lieutenant Anton Staros of the Altaeian Special Branch (ASB) watchfully scanned the vast, barren landscape of Rubberduckistan, clutching his binoculors in his quivering palms. Breathing heavily, he hastily signalled to his squad:

"Move out", he hissed

In unison, his squad rose and followed him to a small, yet complex rock formation, the dull thud of their military-grade boots echoing across the ground with an uncomfortable ease.

Staros was here on a veiled mission assigned to him by President Kurtos himself. As commanding officer of Eagle Squad, the most fiercely dedicated, committed and versatile of all outfits within the ASB, Kurtos had had no hesitation in turning to Staros this time around. Each soldier in the squad wore the ASB insignia on his sleeve with pride, and to all, it was the utmost form of symbolic inspiration. On what Staros knew was the most perilous and high-risk mission his men would ever face (the mission was assigned security-clearance level 5 - the highest possible), inspiration from any quarter - even from a piece of patterned embroidery - was most welcome.

The ASB had been the brainchild of the recently-elected President, whose headstrong idealism was often in conflict with a region renowned for it's propensity to destabilise - not to mention some of the older, more pragmatic members of his cabinet. Even Staros himself, an admirer of the President's unwavering conviction to the exporting and establishment of democratic institutions and political justice, could not help but feel the hubristic overtones in Kurtos' enthusiasm. Ten years in the line of duty, first in the Marines and now the ASB, had made him acutely suspicious of a politician's motives - no matter how noble and benevolent they were.

Suddenly, a low, soft voice could be heard from within the rock formation ahead. Glancing at his map, Staros believed this to be the location of a resistance, as pointed out by Colonel Manera of the Altaeian Intelligence Bureau (AIB).

He lowered his hand slowly, ordering his men to crouch. With their ASB-A9 rifles raised, they advanced warily ...
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v433/drStraydog/Ambush4.jpg
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v433/drStraydog/Ambush5.jpg
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v433/drStraydog/Ambush3.jpg
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v433/drStraydog/Ambush6.jpg

"Do not try fight, or we *will* kill you right where you stand" voice called from the woods. "One wrong move and you turn into a sieve."

"Great! We just entered to country, and walk straight into ambush."Stratos thought. "Don´t try anything, we´ll figure this out..." he continued as two snow-camosuited men approached with AK´s pointing.

"We will cover your eyes. You may keep your weapons, but I´d advice you to leave them into APC that´s coming to pick you. In case some informant sees you, we can say you were prisoners."

(Secret ooc info: AIB got it right that there is a resistance base there, but what they did not get, was the fact that it´s a borderguard base, which helps resistance by looking certain things other way. So the spec op guys are in good hands, though they may not understand it yet.)

Prime minister Slocum was watching the battle in the sky with binoculars. "Interesting armament in that plane, wonder what country it's coming from. Well no matter, soon half the Rubberduckistan air force is shooting at it and it will come down. I just hope it lands on OUR side of the border..."

Head of Janikstan secret police, mr. Grampus, arrives: "You wanted to see me prime minister?" "Yes.There seems to be some idiots on the Rubberduckistan side thinking they are freedom fighters. We don't want dangerous and misguided ideas like that spreading here. Start doing random raids. No matter where, just make the people know where they stand." "I'll get right on it Prime Minister."

With the AK-47 jammed against his spine, Staros trudged dejectedly behind the lead border guard, cursing his own misfortune in addition to the incompetence of Colonel Manera.

"And a warm thank you goes out to the Altaeian Intelligence Bureau, gentlemen", he mused sarcastically.

***************************************

In the Presidential Wing of the Executive's Office in Cracos, the capital of the Democratic Republic of Altaeia, President Josef Kurtos paced uncomfortably up and down, the eyes of Defence Minister Kurela following his every move.

"Mr. President, there's been no word from Eagle Squad for four hours now."

Kurtos continued to pace back and forth ...

"... perhaps we should send in reinforcements ..."

"... and risk the operation being revealed to the world! This mission is an enormous risk at best, and if it leaks, those brassheads on the Tri-Services Committee would clamour even more fervently for the disbanding of the ASB. Are you prepared to risk that?"

"Of course not."

"General Kandor still believes Staros and his men are conducting an excersise on the Altaeia-Rubberduckistan border in infiltration techniques. That's how it's going to stay, Kurela. Got it?"

"Absolutely."

Kurtos sighed heavily and slumped into his chair, his head resting in his palms. In his own mind, he knew that the legacy of his Presidency rested upon the success or failure of this mission. The tiniest error would resonate in the annals of history for generations - with his name beside it. He was determined not to let that happen. However, he was even more determined to see the end of the illiberal, draconian and destabilising Rubberduckistani regime. Regional stability, he knew, lay in the hands of the scattered pro-democracy resistance ... and he was not going to stand by and watch from the sidelines. His duty demanded action.

Ajax ignored Jason, and started to question him.
"Who are you and who do you work for?Why are you here?Do you have any contacts?Answer these questions and I don't shoot you for breaking and entering the Ankhmeti embassy."
He grinned, and waited.

ooc: I don't know wether to :) or :( in response to that comment.It means you're in a much better place as far as weather goes :D

"As to my name 'what's in a name a rose by any other would still smell as sweet'. As to who I work for I work for the one that signs my paycheck. I'm here because I was tasered in the neck and brought here. Also I don't have any contacts because I have flawless vision." Jason said with a smirk "If you wish simpler answers then I'm afraid you will have to cut the 3rd degree."

112th Borderguard Battalion garrison. 15km of Rubberduckistani border.
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v433/drStraydog/Base1.jpg
MT-LBv rumbled inside the base, screeching to halt in front of the spartan headquarters building. Rest of the squad, who had been towed behind the APC with skis, fanned out to cover the doors.

"Out, and no tricks!" Guards hustled the Staros and his men inside. Guns were locked away. "You. Captain wants to talk with you" sergeant called and directed Staros to office. Rest of the men were put into barrack room, with two man staying outside.

"I am captain Pavel Petrovitch Kaitsenkov" short, muscular middle-aged man greeted Staros. His easy smile contadicted with his cold gray eyes, giving the picture of man who could cut your throat while telling funny joke at the same time, and you´d die laughing. "Oh yes, the formalities. I know, you don´t tell me anything but name, rank, serial-number, right? Altaeian? We were informed about some movements across the border, but not so close. Are you *lost* I wonder? Terrible snowstorm, and you wandered across the border, missing all the zone markings? Or perhaps something else entirely....?"

The Citadel, Cathedral of Holy Mother.
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v433/drStraydog/41253.jpg
"Katja walked calmly towards the miracle working icon, and kneeled. She felt the cloth at altar, and found mini-disc case hidden there. She palmed it quickly.

After exiting the cathedral, she walked briskly towards the railway station, so she could go back to Grampustad. At station her heart almost stopped.
It was surrounded by police-APC´s, and troops were conducting searches to passengers. Few were even stripsearched in plain sight. she thought about leaving, but the she noticed troops blocking the path back also. Were they looking for her?

Heart pounding, she took her place in the line. Then her turn came.

"Papers, please" police demanded. In any other situation Katja would have thought him good looking, especially in uniform, but now she was close to fainting.

"Your purpose of the visit here, comrade Ivanova?"

"My uncle is very ill, and I had to get medicine to him. I also prayed for him in the cathedral."

"May I see your bag?" It was more of an order than question, so Katja gave the her handbag.

"They did not have it" she blurted before policeman even opened the bag.
"It was out, but they promised to send it by mail as soon as they get it."

"Just what ilness your uncle has?"

"Umm.....malaria. He´s got really high fever, and I fear he might die."

"Malaria? Are you kidding me? Here, in Rubberduckistan?"

"Umm...yes. He worked in Black Marsh drainage canal. Got bitten by mosquito." (Only are in Southern Rubberduckistan, where there still is malaria.)

"I´m sorry. Hope they get the medicine in time....hey what this? GUN! GET DOWN!"

One nerdy looking man had drawn crude machine-pistol, and started spraying
bullets towards the police. "Death to opressors!" he screamed as bullets hit police and bystanders. Everyone on vicinity dived for cover, mothers protecting their children with their bodies. Police avoided returning fire, in fear of hitting the bystanders, until one covering sniper got the man in sight.
He pumped five bullets to mans torso, and three more to his head with HK94, before gunman fell.

Katja slipped away in chaos, and was soon sitting in the train. She had now six hours travel to Grampustad.

112th Borderguard Battalion garrison. 15km of Rubberduckistani border.
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v433/drStraydog/Base1.jpg
MT-LBv rumbled inside the base, screeching to halt in front of the spartan headquarters building. Rest of the squad, who had been towed behind the APC with skis, fanned out to cover the doors.

"Out, and no tricks!" Guards hustled the Staros and his men inside. Guns were locked away. "You. Captain wants to talk with you" sergeant called and directed Staros to office. Rest of the men were put into barrack room, with two man staying outside.

"I am captain Pavel Petrovitch Kaitsenkov" short, muscular middle-aged man greeted Staros. His easy smile contadicted with his cold gray eyes, giving the picture of man who could cut your throat while telling funny joke at the same time, and you´d die laughing. "Oh yes, the formalities. I know, you don´t tell me anything but name, rank, serial-number, right? Altaeian? We were informed about some movements across the border, but not so close. Are you *lost* I wonder? Terrible snowstorm, and you wandered across the border, missing all the zone markings? Or perhaps something else entirely....?"

Staros curled his lips into wry smile as the Captain spoke, casually folding his arms and leaning back in his chair.

"Lost?", he replied to the Captain's mock question ...

"... well, orienteering was never my strong point in High School, see."

Staros continued to sit in a relaxed posture, lips pursed, staring vacantly at the Captain. He was a short, stocky man with thin, greying hair and a bitingly cold, grey stare - textbook interrogator. Staros had been through this mill on a multitude of occasions in training and in reality.

"Well", he continued, "seeing as you asked for standard protocol ..."

"... Anton Staros, First Lieutenant, 54007595."

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v433/drStraydog/bghq.jpg
"Well, starshii leitnant (senior lieutenant, RD version of 1st lt.) Staros, what would you say....This is completely hypothetical of course, since you have entered into our territory, armed and all that, so it would be my solemn duty to inform about you, and send you to be interrogated by our wonderful comrades in State Security Directorate." Captain sipped some vodka to clear the dryness, for next thing he intended to say would amount treason, and therefore firing squad "Good thing Susanne had the sense to divorce me. Maybe they don´t go after her and kids, if all this comes to light. Let´s assume I send you to our regional headquarters, and delay the informing them about two hours. Routine case, these border violations, no need to rush. Must do all the paperwork et cetera. Now should there, by accident, become necessary to stop. Engine malfunction, or something like that, and your guards should be distracted, you would not try to jump them and try to escape? Not to mention the said truck is also transporting some skis, for maintainance in RHQ-depot, you would not be such cad and steal them?"

Captain rose from his chair and walked to the door. Nobody eavesdropping there. He bent closer to Staros and whispered "The man who would like to see you lives in farm, grid HG23. It´s the only lived farm in there. My boys will let you escape about 20 kilometers from it. You´ll get three hours headstart, then I have to report you, since there might be informants here.
His name is Janos Kuznetzov, codename "Näätä" (Weasel). Tell him "Ahma" (Wolverine) sent you. He is my old war-comrade, and leader of the local band of, what you might call, resistance. Just don´t hurt my men too bad. They are just doing their two year national service, and are doing just what they are told."

"Well, starshii leitnant (senior lieutenant, RD version of 1st lt.) Staros, what would you say....This is completely hypothetical of course, since you have entered into our territory, armed and all that, so it would be my solemn duty to inform about you, and send you to be interrogated by our wonderful comrades in State Security Directorate." Captain sipped some vodka to clear the dryness, for next thing he intended to say would amount treason, and therefore firing squad "Good thing Susanne had the sense to divorce me. Maybe they don´t go after her and kids, if all this comes to light. Let´s assume I send you to our regional headquarters, and delay the informing them about two hours. Routine case, these border violations, no need to rush. Must do all the paperwork et cetera. Now should there, by accident, become necessary to stop. Engine malfunction, or something like that, and your guards should be distracted, you would not try to jump them and try to escape? Not to mention the said truck is also transporting some skis, for maintainance in RHQ-depot, you would not be such cad and steal them?"

Captain rose from his chair and walked to the door. Nobody eavesdropping there. He bent closer to Staros and whispered "The man who would like to see you lives in farm, grid HG23. It´s the only lived farm in there. My boys will let you escape about 20 kilometers from it. You´ll get three hours headstart, then I have to report you, since there might be informants here.
His name is Janos Kuznetzov, codename "Näätä" (Weasel). Tell him "Ahma" (Wolverine) sent you. He is my old war-comrade, and leader of the local band of, what you might call, resistance. Just don´t hurt my men too bad. They are just doing their two year national service, and are doing just what they are told."

Staros maintained what was now a facade of smugness about his exterior. He understood completely the seriousness of the situation into which he had just been catapulted. A small band of specialists in the ASB had now become a lynchpin in a complex resistance movement that transcended civilian and military boundaries, and had clearly infiltrated the upper echelons of the Rubbderduckistani Armed Forces. For the sake of the mission and Rubberduckistan, he wished for the information he had just received to be true ...

... but Staros had been on too many infiltration, subversion and sabotage missions to express such gullibility.

"Now tell me", he began, "why should I place the safety of my men in your hands? Why would a man of your rank risk facing charges of treason and ultimately death? Why should I believe your motivations for aiding the resistance to be genuine?"

Staros paused as the Captain sighed heavily ...

"You do of course understand that I have to ask such questions?"

The Captain nodded in the affirmative, despite a look of mild shock on his face, as if Staros' scepticism was a matter of disbelief. Now it would seem, this not one's 'textbook interrogation'.

Staros leaned closer to the Captain and lowered his voice to a whisper.

"Say you are telling the truth. Say you are genuine and that your men are also in on this little operation. Can you guarantee the safe passage of my men to the resistance safehouse? Now I know you've offered a means of escape ... I just need further confirmation that there are no more guard houses along the route ..."

Staros paused for a moment

"... and of course, we'll need our weapons. Our gear, our maps, everything."

"We know you work for someone, possibly the Rubberduckistan government, but we don't know who. But I can see you aren't going to make this easy for yourself."
Ajax raised his hand. The guard got out a shock baton, not enough to kill or knock out, but enough to hurt.
"Now. Are you going to co-operate or are you going to leave this place in a box full of squishy bits?"

"I'll tell you what you want to know if you tell me what i want to know. I already know you've removed my recorder so what do you say? Otherwise how do I know that you arn't working for my opponents?"

"We could be working for your opponents.Hence the torture threats."

"Ah but therein lies the problem. If you work for my foes than I will not speak, but if our cause are as one I will tell you the answers you seek. Let me ask you do like duck or not?"

Ajax signalled to the guard, who started to swipe away with the shock prod.
"Answer my questions properly, or I'll execute you as a fascist.Slowly."

"And what questions are those. I find I'm short of memory when menaced by a weapon. Also facisim is so very outdated and impractical. Also do you like duck or not?"

Ajax pulled out his pistol and aimed at Jason's knee.
"Answer my questions."

ooc::)

"I can't answer your questions unless you ask me them. So if you want me to answer your questions you must restate them because I simply do not remeber what your questions where and no matter how much violence you threat me with it will not help my memory."

Staros maintained what was now a facade of smugness about his exterior. He understood completely the seriousness of the situation into which he had just been catapulted. A small band of specialists in the ASB had now become a lynchpin in a complex resistance movement that transcended civilian and military boundaries, and had clearly infiltrated the upper echelons of the Rubbderduckistani Armed Forces. For the sake of the mission and Rubberduckistan, he wished for the information he had just received to be true ...

... but Staros had been on too many infiltration, subversion and sabotage missions to express such gullibility.

"Now tell me", he began, "why should I place the safety of my men in your hands? Why would a man of your rank risk facing charges of treason and ultimately death? Why should I believe your motivations for aiding the resistance to be genuine?"

Staros paused as the Captain sighed heavily ...

"You do of course understand that I have to ask such questions?"

The Captain nodded in the affirmative, despite a look of mild shock on his face, as if Staros' scepticism was a matter of disbelief. Now it would seem, this not one's 'textbook interrogation'.

Staros leaned closer to the Captain and lowered his voice to a whisper.

"Say you are telling the truth. Say you are genuine and that your men are also in on this little operation. Can you guarantee the safe passage of my men to the resistance safehouse? Now I know you've offered a means of escape ... I just need further confirmation that there are no more guard houses along the route ..."

Staros paused for a moment

"... and of course, we'll need our weapons. Our gear, our maps, everything."

"Comrade lieutenant, it´s shocking that you doubt my sincerity, but also
affirming, since it proves you are not gullible fool. Your gear goes with you in the truck. We have to send for the inspection of course, and since I´m little short of fuel, we´ll send it with same truck. Locked in the trunk, but the key is with the driver. As for the guarantee of the safe passage...." Captain folded a map out. "There are MVD (Ministry of Interior) Army of Internal Security Troops checkpoints here, here, and here" he continued pointing the maplocations. "I´d suggest you take the route....here. from that forrest, come out to road here, so you can avoid checkpoints and ski quickly as possible, and not risk your tracks be visible, woods there will provide you cover. I´ll manage it so that our "Hunter Units" go to other direction, and my unit combs the area you use. We of course, lose your tracks, so you should be all right. That is the best guarantee I can give you, I´m sorry."

"Who are you and who do you work for?Why are you here?Do you have any contacts?"
To make sure Jason knew Ajax meant business, he gave Jason a smash in the face with the pistol grip.

"Ow...I am Jason, I work for a foreign government that has an intrest in the resitance. I'm here to make contact with members of the resitance. As to contacts you have to be more specific as to what kind of contacts you mean." He said as he rubbed his jaw

"Resistance members, government informants, hell, even handlers."
He pointed the gun back at Jason's knee.

"Those contacts I don't have sorry to disappoint you."

"Wrong answer."
He pulled the trigger, firing a .357 round into Jason's knee.
"You see, I won't kill you.I'll keep you alive, being tortured, for days.Maybe weeks."

"Ow...shit that hurt. Unfourtunatly for you torture is pointless because the question you asked I can't answer. I dont have any contact with my boss except through a computer. Also my job up until now has been withing the blackmarket and criminal organisations. I just receantly got reassigned to the resistance case." he said wincing occasionally as he took out a strip of guase and wrapped it about his knee. "Also if you do procede to torture me as you have stated I hope you use a disposable man and facility."

"Actually, we're going to hand you over to the Rubberduckistani government. You incriminated yourself on tape."
He kneed Jason in the stomach, twice.He motioned to the guard.
"Tell the police we found a resistance fighter."

"Actually I never once stated that I was a resistance member or at all affiliate with them. What I did say is that I was looking for them. You infered that I was a member because of my intreste in them. For all you know 'we' seek to eliminate them to prevent the spread of their beliefs."

"For all you know we got a large enough voice sample to fake the rest. Plus I don't think that they'll like a foreign agent operating in their nation anyway. I think we might cut your tongue out, find out who you work for and mail it to them."

"And what kind of benefit do you think you will get for your actions? What would it require for you to change your mind?"

ooc:got to go be back later

"Leverage with the locals. We need to be able to establish real offices here, and this could help them trust us. You can't change my mind.Not unless you threatened to kill a kitten."

"I've always been a dog person so I have nothing against killing a kitten."

That witty comment was followed by a swift backhander.
"Idiot!"

"Then what would you like then?"

"There is nothing you can offer. Nothing but death."
Suddenly, the windows exploded.
A soldier stood at each of the ten windows, brandishing odd,unidentifiable rifles and stun grenades. The grenades rolled in, creating a blinding flash and bang. The soldiers sprayed the room with gunfire, attempting to kill the guard, the prisoner, and Ajax.
When the smoke cleared, Hector walked in.
"Tell Dr. Ra that the job is finished."
He left both Jason and Ajax on the floor. He didn't know wether they were dead, the guard definatley was. He honestly didn't care.

Having been hit twice in the leg and one bullet grazing his forehead he was rendered unconsious for a while when he regained consiousness he grabbed the guards baton and using it as a crutch manage to limp to his embassy for medical treatment.

Ajax was dead. One of the shots fired at him by the cleanup squad blasted through his face. The guard had been hit eight times in the face and neck. The room was a write-off. The embassy released a statement immediately:


'Today, 10 terrorists stormed the Ankhmeti embassy.They entered the Ambassador's archives and shot an archivist, a guard and an unknown person. We have caught and shot these terrorists, and their bodies are already en route to ankhmet for examination. Our thoughts and prayers should be turned to the familiesof those killed. We hope to catch the entire group who did this, but it looks bad.'

"Comrade lieutenant, it´s shocking that you doubt my sincerity, but also
affirming, since it proves you are not gullible fool. Your gear goes with you in the truck. We have to send for the inspection of course, and since I´m little short of fuel, we´ll send it with same truck. Locked in the trunk, but the key is with the driver. As for the guarantee of the safe passage...." Captain folded a map out. "There are MVD (Ministry of Interior) Army of Internal Security Troops checkpoints here, here, and here" he continued pointing the maplocations. "I´d suggest you take the route....here. from that forrest, come out to road here, so you can avoid checkpoints and ski quickly as possible, and not risk your tracks be visible, woods there will provide you cover. I´ll manage it so that our "Hunter Units" go to other direction, and my unit combs the area you use. We of course, lose your tracks, so you should be all right. That is the best guarantee I can give you, I´m sorry."

Staros paused for a moment before giving his answer. On the one hand, this may be an elaborate trap for ensaring himself and his men. On the other, it may very well be the only way to successfully complete the mission with minimum casualties. Intransigence would get him nowhere but a jail cell. He knew what choice to make.

"Very well, Captain", he replied, "I shall run the details over with my men."

The men were at first suspicious, and understandably so.

"This is texbook subversion!", exclaimed First Sergeant Janos Marek.

"You expect me to entrust my safety to a guy who just minutes ago jammed an AK into my spine! Are you insane?"

Staros sighed heavily.

"Insane? Well, we volunteered for this mission, didn't we?"

That comment brought about a wave of silence across the cell.

"ASB Eagle Squad versus a border patrol of the conscript Rubberduckistan army? They would be fools to try anything remotely suspect. If trouble arises, we can deal with it."

Staros accompanied his men to the weapons chamber of the guard house. A small, pale-faced boy, who looked no older than sixteen or seventeen escorted them to the end locker, where their ASB-A9 rifles were kept. Every man in Eagle Squad towered over the quivering boy, who tentatively reached into his pocket and opened the steel door.

"Th-this way", he stuttered, as he escorted the now fully-armed squad to their transport ...

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v433/drStraydog/bghg2.jpgCaptain Kaitsenkov looked after departing Zil-truck, and lit another cigarette. "So what you think about these fellows?" he asked from senior sergeant Protoff, handing him the pack. "Looked pretty cocky to me."

"Oh, they are rather good. Managed to avoid most of our sensors in the Zone. Lucky for them we got the alert, and not the 212th´s patrol. They´d probably be full of holes right now, or getting to know the wonderful world of chemistry, courtesy of SSD. We heard them coming mile away....."

"Mile? Don´t bs me Vasili."

"Ok, maybe not mile, but we got them, didn´t we?"

"Well, I trained you, didn´t I? This old wardog still has few tricks left."

"Why did you put Malinovski transporting them? He is a snitch, you know that."

"So it won´t be a great loss if them happen to kill him. Besides, I´m tired of his get-over artistry. He is always skipping from field exercizes, and if I threathen him with expulsion from the unit, he runs behind his daddy´s party connections." Captain sighed. "Tell boys to prepare themselves. Field- and assaultgear, just in case. No rush, let get chow first. We are going to have long night."

Sergeant switched from fraternal tone back to military. "Presently so, comrade captain."

As soon as each man has assembled in the rear of the truck. Staros held up his hand, indicating that he wished to address them.

"Men", he began ...

" ... this is the most difficult mission you will ever have to accomplish. Use this headstart. Be on the lookout for other patrols. I can guarantee they won't be as amiable as our previous hosts. Once we're off this truck, we have about twenty kilometres before we reach this safehouse. There are skis in the cargo compartment of this truck. Use them."