The Real ALM
06-02-2005, 23:51
Somewhere outside of Kosnov, Novaya Russia, 600 ZULU
The mood was tense in the city. The nation itself had gone to war with the powers of Roman Republic and Fascist Italia, now, everybody was watchful, on a state of alert.
Yet despite this, there were a few things missing, and overlooked. Like the Novayan Russian army truck that was driving into the station outside of the capital.
In the truck, concealed inside several supply crates filled with rations and ammo, several men and crates of food and supplies rigged with C4. They had XM8 rifles, and some additional C4 on them as well. They were dressed like Novayan Russian soldiers.
They had made it this far, having been parachuted into a remote part of Novaya Russia, made up with their contacts in the area and stolen a truck. Now, they had a job to do, pray hard if they screwed up.
The guards out front let them in, they searched the truck, good for the RALMers inside they noticed only the crates. They let them in, and soon the truck drove into the motor pool.
After some furious work, they managed to sneak out into the complex. The various guards went to work, dropping off the tainted crates in the kitchen, and in the barracks and the supply dump. The men who dropped off the rigged crates even took some sugar.
These men soon put the sugar to work, dumping it inside some of the tanks and trucks, and rigging others with C4.
They did not go unnoticed, a few persons found their suspicious behavior, after all, what were grunt doing dropping off supplies? Well, their answer was a blow to the head and a trip to the broom closet.
Then, they got back on the truck, and began driving out. The guards let them out, they had not seen what had happened.
As they were leaving, one of the men inside the truck pullled out a detonator. He flipped the arming switch and pushed the red, ominous button that said "DETONATE."
The last thing one of the cooks saw was as he came in to make dinner was a blinding flash of light.......and soon, the base went up in flames.
OOC: How's this?
The mood was tense in the city. The nation itself had gone to war with the powers of Roman Republic and Fascist Italia, now, everybody was watchful, on a state of alert.
Yet despite this, there were a few things missing, and overlooked. Like the Novayan Russian army truck that was driving into the station outside of the capital.
In the truck, concealed inside several supply crates filled with rations and ammo, several men and crates of food and supplies rigged with C4. They had XM8 rifles, and some additional C4 on them as well. They were dressed like Novayan Russian soldiers.
They had made it this far, having been parachuted into a remote part of Novaya Russia, made up with their contacts in the area and stolen a truck. Now, they had a job to do, pray hard if they screwed up.
The guards out front let them in, they searched the truck, good for the RALMers inside they noticed only the crates. They let them in, and soon the truck drove into the motor pool.
After some furious work, they managed to sneak out into the complex. The various guards went to work, dropping off the tainted crates in the kitchen, and in the barracks and the supply dump. The men who dropped off the rigged crates even took some sugar.
These men soon put the sugar to work, dumping it inside some of the tanks and trucks, and rigging others with C4.
They did not go unnoticed, a few persons found their suspicious behavior, after all, what were grunt doing dropping off supplies? Well, their answer was a blow to the head and a trip to the broom closet.
Then, they got back on the truck, and began driving out. The guards let them out, they had not seen what had happened.
As they were leaving, one of the men inside the truck pullled out a detonator. He flipped the arming switch and pushed the red, ominous button that said "DETONATE."
The last thing one of the cooks saw was as he came in to make dinner was a blinding flash of light.......and soon, the base went up in flames.
OOC: How's this?