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Brother Abu lit up a cigarette as he and the other four members of a GAF black ops division stepped off the plane and on to Nyctonian soil. They'd gotten falsified passports from a neutral country, and donned inconspicuous western clothing, and were almost pale enough to pass for Italian or Spanish. The customs guards didn't even give them a second glance after they'd gotten through.

Br. Abu pulled out his cellphone, and checked an entry in his calendar.

"All right, we're supposed to meet the contact at this address. I've got directions, come on."

The contact turned out to be the member of a fascist organization within Nycton. One operative watched the door, while the rest browsed a cellar full of weapons and explosives.

"All right. We need some pistols, a small, concealable SMG or two, a collapsable rifle, and some C4." Brother Abu commanded the others, who quickly assembled the gear and hid it under clothes in the gym bags they'd brought.

The next morning, the men strolled towards their destination: a police barracks in the center of the city. They'd planted the C4 charges around it during the night, in case the attack should fail, or just to removed evidence if they managed to get away. The men marched in through the front door, and begin their assault on the police barracks with a hail of bullets directed at the front desk.

In a second, the officer at the front desk was hit in the head. Many of the civilians were hit and others jumped behind chairs. Police officers piled into the halls drawing their pistols, reacting to the gun shot. They took covor and returned fire, but the elite force was too strong for them. The officers piled to the 2nd floor and barricaded the door and called in backup...

Civilians Killed: 13
Police Officers Killed: 8
Civilians Wounded 6
Policec Officers Wounded: 9

(OOC: Was this setup beforehand? If not, can I join and help Nycton?)

OOC: Not sure how you'd join, as the entire thing would probably last less than 20 minutes, unless we get a standoff.

As the police retreated up the stairs, a lucky shot blew through one of the operative's chest, and he fell to the floor. The others quickly moved into more covered positions, and waited for all the cops to be gone.

"All right, barricade the front entrance, we don't need anyone coming in from behind." Br. Abu ordered. The three others remaining pushed benches and desks in front of the entrance, and then jammed a flagpole in the door handles to keep them from being opened.

"Now what?"

Br. Abu pondered for awhile.

"All right. Assemble that rifle we got, and attach the grenade launcher. Fire a couple rounds up at their barricades and the rest of us will lay down some SMG fire. I doubt wooden desks can do much to stop bullets."

The men moved into action, and began a barrage of fire against the second floor barricade.

The policeman were agan pushed back with on the defense of the assualt. Splinters of wood were flung from the large whole which was penatrated through the steel doors and through the piled desks and chairs. Many officers lay wounded on the ground in their own small pools of blood. Just as the smoke began to fade noises were heard outside. Out the window, policeman had surrounded thebuilding and the flashing of the squad cars glared off the windows, with the loud, high pitched European style sirens. Normal officers along with heavily armed SWAT units took covor throughout the street. A Marine AH-11 Helichopter flew over as a Styker A1 APC slowed to a stop behind the wall of squad cars and 10 Marines piled out together in urban camoflouge. In the distance, a T1a2 Achilles Tank rolled through the narrow street, moving it's turret toward the Police building.

TO BE CONTINUED AT SCHOOL

The operatives charged up the stairs, and opened fire on any remaining in the room at the top of the stairs. Br. Abu planted the last remaining C4 charge on the bottom of a chair near the stair well on the first floor, and charged up after them. They rebarricaded the entrance, making sure to leave a small crack to see what was going on below. Two of the operatives pushed forward further into the second floor, trying to find the remaining people in the building to be held as hostages.

The Officers moved to the fourth floor, piling countless obsticles in the way, and barricaded the door. At this time the stats look liked this:

Civilians Killed: 17
Police Officers Killed: 25
Civilians Wounded 2
Police Officers Wounded: 15

The Civil Police and the military were arguing about plans to raid the building and finally one was agreed on. No less than 1 hour later, heavily armed Imperial Marines dropped on to the roof by helichopter and moved through the building and began arming the officers with (X)m-8 rifles. The main raid was gearing up with reports came in that 2 bombs have been found placed around the building. Alarms and panic seized the surrounding force and moved back personel and vehicles very far back. SWAT and military began looking around the area for more explosives. Once clear the raid would begin...

Br. Abu glanced out the window. There appeared to be a lot of cops combing around the edge of the building.

"Probably found some C4. Oh well."

He nodded to one of the other operatives, and ordered him to lay down some fire on the side of the building, to clear them out. The operative did so, but caught a sniper's bullet in the face as he reloaded. Br. Abu shook his head, and strolled casually into the other room where a couple hostages were being held. He pointed his pistol at one, and motioned him to stand.

"You. Go out on the balcony and read this statement..."

The man marched out onto the balcony, with the statement in hand and began to read:

"This is a statement from those who have attacked the building.

People of Nycton,

This raid is the result of the attack on the sovereign nation of Qassam. We heard of this violation of international law and decided to act on behalf of our brothers in Qassam. We have not been sanctioned by any state or organization, we act as individuals. In anycase, we demand a formal apology from the Nyctonian government, and that we be allowed to leave this country unharmed. We have hostages, and failure to meet our demands will result in the following..."

As the hostage looked up, puzzled, Br. Abu shot him in the back of the head from his position safely inside the building, and watched the body fall lifelessly to the ground below.

"Arm the C4, they won't meet the demands."

All in coordination, in almost every single window of the building, tear gas canisters numbering in the mid to high double digits were fired in the building. The building appeared as it was on fire, so much smoke rose from it. Imperial Commando's from the Nycton Army kicked the door open with their gas masks on, armed with (X)M-8 Compact Rifles and began to file in the main door and the side doors. Flashbands were used in every room. They began to run up the second floor stairs and kicked the door open. Frag genades were thrown in to many of the windows from the outside to the second and third floors.

Br. Abu hugged the floor, as tear gas filled the room. He quickly poured water onto a bandana he had, and wrapped it around his mouth and nose. The others frantically tried to pick up the cans and throw them back outside, but only succeeded in burning their hands on the searing hot metal.

"Fucking hell, where's that C4 detonator!" Br. Abu screamed, choking on the gas. Br. Ahmed, another operative, pulled it from a bag and slid it across the floor to Br. Abu. He slammed his thumb down on the detonation button... and nothing happened. "Sonofa... DID ANYONE ARM THEM?!" The operatives slowly shook their heads. "Oh, for... all right... we're okay, we can do it by remote. Who has it?" One of the operatives looked to the dead brother by the window.

"I think he does.."

Br. Abu crawled over to the dead man, tears streaming down his faces and coughing frantically. He pulled the remote from the man's bag, and felt around for the button. Downstairs, he heard doors being kicked open and boots coming across the floor towards the stairs. He pressed down the button on the remote, and a long, faint beep from the C4 at the base of the stairs confirmed it. He then pulled out the detonator and with a shout of "Allahu akbar!!!" pressed down on the detonator.

A shocking rumble shook downtown Asuuz, Nycton's largest city of 35 million people. The building under the dense smoke, colapsed. Much shrapnal and burning debree was thrown around, many lost their lives in a 4 block area. Within a hour, large convoy's of APC's, full of marines and army troops lined the streets of the city, led my Tanks and Light Assualt Vehicles. Their job was to quarantine the blast area. Hundreds of volenteers flocked to try to aid almost immediatly. Figures were not known almost 6 hours after the blast had gone off even...Imperator Valteen is suppose to comment on the situation shortly.

Official Statement from GAF central command of Qassam:

We are deeply saddened by the recent attack against the nation of Nycton. The hostilities between our nations have ended, and we recognized the nature of their attack on our nation as an accident. We offer peace to our brothers in Nycton, and hope this incident will not further strain the relationship between us. Furthermore, we condemn all acts of terrorism, especially those commited in the name of Qassam and the name of Islam. Salaam, Nyctonian brothers.


Mazzen Agha smirked contentedly as he listened to the statement being read over the radio. None of the operatives could be traced back to Qassam, and they and Qassam had both acknowledged no involvement from Qassam itself. The plan had gone off without a hitch.

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