NationStates Jolt Archive


The Final Walter

Farmina
01-04-2005, 02:37
Professor Walter had never been so afraid in his life. He had never been so sad in his life. After the brutal end his family recieved he was sure his enemies would not be deterred by the Shah's forces to getting him. With all these thoughts and those of his family, Walter began to pace the room the Shah had provided.

OOC: Now Parthia could post some description of the situation, while any assassin nations to post their attempts to enter into Parthia.
The Parthians
01-04-2005, 03:31
The room was in a bunker, 50 feet below the Ali-Qapu palace of Esfahan. Outside an M1-A2 from the civil guard was stationed out front. Crowds of Persians passed through the main square from one shop nearby to another. In the main room of the palace 30 Immortals stood by, with their guns drawn out and scanning the area. Snipers were on the balcony and OH-6 gunships were flying overhead. In the bunker system, 150 more Immortals patrolled around.

No one could easily get to the professor.

OOC: The Palace

http://i1.trekearth.com/photos/2545/dscf0118p.jpg
The Scarecrows
01-04-2005, 08:22
Two kilometres away, at a ventilation system that had been ignored, (Too many new developments, too many upgrades, newer ventilation etc) a man dressed in a navy green jumpsuit quickly, methodically unscrewed the vent covers, breathing through Silent Operations and Tactics Ventilator Mask.

He wouldn't show up on motion sensors, the suit he wore foxed them into believing there was nothing there, and it provided a sort of stealth, absorbing certain parts of the visible spectrum associated with lasers and tripwires of that sort.

Finishing his aforementioned job, the man swung the heavy cover effortlessly away from the ventilation shaft, and pointed his chunky machine pistol down into the darkness below. The weapon light cut an arc of brightness that barely illuminated the walls of the grimy, unused shaft. He paused, wondering if anyone had given thought to actually block the shaft off...

He shrugged and remembered that he had hardware to deal specifically with this problem. He leapt in and fumbled with the strap, sliding down into the darkness, making nary a sound.

(('Gram for Pathia!))
The Scarecrows
02-04-2005, 04:18
The chitter of low level communications buzzed overhead as he gradually, carefully, slowly, slid down the shaft, searching with the NV filters and his hands for an opening to the shaft that led to the bunker, the shaft he was in led to an underground river, probably the reason the cool, humid air roared up around his body, futzing with any sonar nearby.

The sound profile was much too large, and noone would notice the buffeted figure within that cacophany... He hoped.

He slowed down and felt the seam of a cement seal - smooth contrasting with the sharp and jagged shaft he was in.

Got you. Thought he, mentally alert and dangerously close to his goal. He placed the Thumper charge onto the cement, and moved away, trailing the Detonator wire behind him.

He knew the charge made a low level 'Thud' noise as it went off, barely enough to scare a mouse, but if the guards within were worth their salt they'd notice the sudden noise, totally out of place within the palace...

He'd have to move quickly.

The thumb went down.

THUD.

A cubic metre of concrete vaporized, the sound swallowed up by the roar of the river below. He climbed through and found himself in a much more modern shaft, hewn out of rock but smoothed and smelling faintly of humans and incense...

He was aware that he didn't have the other shaft's natural baffles to hide his presence from the guards, so he moved quickly, but extremely quietly.
Farmina
02-04-2005, 04:25
OOC: I'm going to have to end this thread. Sorry for wasting your time.