NationStates Jolt Archive

To all Businessmen (ooc: gangsters), Mercenaries, Freedom Fighters, and etc.-

Tired of that same old job? Need some cash? Want the opportunity of a lifetime in a faraway, exotic land, experiencing the world famous Mod Culture of Upper Xen? Want to meet interesting people, and live in the lap of luxury? Want to scratch that trigger finger? Want to meet good-looking Asian ladies?

We have the opportunity for you. The Kabuki-cho Legitimate Businessman's Club is looking for a few good employees to help provide security for its operations, and possibly to fulfill other contracts for us as well. We are looking for those who can use firearms and all kinds of close combat weapons well. Or, if you have any special skills, check us out.

Forward all messages to:

Amanda Kissandhug
PO Box 29
Hong Kong, DX

Johnny Nakamura
Manager
The Kabuki-cho Legitimate Businessman's Club

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As Johnny sat in his office, stufying his plans, he thought to himself. Moving to Hong Kong was hard, but he was able to transfer all of his accounts here, with the help of some friends. Hiring gangers was the hard part-that took the letter he just sent out.

He'd need the new hires- the Triads didn't like him too much, and the Russian Mob was becoming quite territorial. So, with that in mind, he had a plan....

OOC: Kinda crappy, but I wanted to get this started.

IcT was sufing the web when he found a website that happened to be hosting an 'interesting' ad and decided to respond.

To:Amanda Kissandhug*
PO Box 29
Hong Kong, DX

Johnny Nakamura
Manager
The Kabuki-cho Legitimate Businessman's Club

I found your ad interesting and decided to respond. I may have skills that you would finding interesting.

IcT
(mailing address included)
ooc: *Lol

IcT was sufing the web when he found a website that happened to be hosting an 'interesting' ad and decided to respond.

To:Amanda Kissandhug*
PO Box 29
Hong Kong, DX

Johnny Nakamura
Manager
The Kabuki-cho Legitimate Businessman's Club

I found your ad interesting and decided to respond. I may have skills that you would finding interesting.

IcT
(mailing address included)
ooc: *Lol

Very well. I would like to meet you in person, at 35 Nathan Rd, Hong Kong. Ask for the manager.

Johnny Nakamura
Manager
The Kabuki-cho Legitimate Businessman's Club

IcT arrived at the building a few days later. She walked in and headed for the bar. "I'd like a Prairie Fire and to speak to the manager."

IcT arrived at the building a few days later. She walked in and headed for the bar. "I'd like a Prairie Fire and to speak to the manager."

The bar was filled with the sound of R&B music, the smell of cigarettes and illegal substances and the sights of young Mods dancing in what seemed to be a throwback to Swinging London, circa 1964. All you needed was Austin Powers and you were set. A cover band in moptops and mohair suits was playing an imitation of The Who's "I'm The Face," to the tune of wails from the women in the crowd. The club was filled with bright lights, and everything seemed kinda groovy...

In the midst of this, the bartender mixed IcT a Prairie Fire and said, "Hold on, ma'am," in a Cockney accent.

Then, five minutes later, two big men, in British flag suits carrying Austens said, "Step inside please. The Manager is expecting you."

They motioned to a small hallway leading to a solid oak door.

She downed the drink in one gulp and followed after the suits.

Zakharii Iovovich Ziatzev was a retired Imperial Intelligence Service agent, having decided that his skills would be useful in the field of corporate espionage. He was okay with a pistol, but his real talent was blending in with the crowd and having sharp wits. He had stolen many corporate secrets and then dissappeared from that corporation's sight by faking his own death. Plastic surgery had changed his face numerous times, and he was always careful to avoid leaving evidence such as DNA or fingerprints. Zakharii's finer instincts took notice of this Legimate Business Club, and he replied in a heart beat. His spy instincts still active, Zakharii did not give out his name, and the only address he gave was that of an anonymous e-mail address accessable only from an internet cafe.

Amanda Kissandhug
PO Box 29
Hong Kong, DX

Johnny Nakamura
Manager
The Kabuki-cho Legitimate Businessman's Club

Greetings, Mr. Nakamura. Many fine businessmen such as yourself have use for retired spies in many functions, such as security, which, as I recall, you have stated you need. I am such a provider of services, ranging from acquiring weapons for other businessmen to providing my expert opinion on how to secure your operations. I look forward to contacting you.

-Mr. Zaichek

P.S. you may contact me at zaichek@johncafe.fw.com

She downed the drink in one gulp and followed after the suits.

The suits led her to a room with a marble floor and a big mahogany desk and Andy Warhol paintings on the walls. A man was sitting in a velvet chair, with Mod glasses and a mohair suit. He was smoking a cigar, and he had just gotten up from some papers, most likely tax reports.

He said, smiling brightly, "Hello! I am Mr. Nakamura. I am glad to meet you. You are "IcT," yes?"

Zakharii Iovovich Ziatzev was a retired Imperial Intelligence Service agent, having decided that his skills would be useful in the field of corporate espionage. He was okay with a pistol, but his real talent was blending in with the crowd and having sharp wits. He had stolen many corporate secrets and then dissappeared from that corporation's sight by faking his own death. Plastic surgery had changed his face numerous times, and he was always careful to avoid leaving evidence such as DNA or fingerprints. Zakharii's finer instincts took notice of this Legimate Business Club, and he replied in a heart beat. His spy instincts still active, Zakharii did not give out his name, and the only address he gave was that of an anonymous e-mail address accessable only from an internet cafe.

Amanda Kissandhug
PO Box 29
Hong Kong, DX

Johnny Nakamura
Manager
The Kabuki-cho Legitimate Businessman's Club

Greetings, Mr. Nakamura. Many fine businessmen such as yourself have use for retired spies in many functions, such as security, which, as I recall, you have stated you need. I am such a provider of services, ranging from acquiring weapons for other businessmen to providing my expert opinion on how to secure your operations. I look forward to contacting you.

-Mr. Zaichek

P.S. you may contact me at zaichek@johncafe.fw.com


Mr. Zaichek-

So do I. An ex-spy, eh? You may very well be a good guy to hire.

I wonder if you are interested in a face to face meeting at 35 Nathan Rd. If not, I understand.

Mr. Nakamura

"Correct." She replied as she took a seat, "And you are interested in hiring people with unusual talents, correct?"

As i read the ad i thought to myself i thought to myself this should be easy enough there probaly all green.He took out his cell phone and Rung a secret number which quite a few dodgy poeple knew.Hey sire i need a number for Amanda Kissandhug
PO Box 29
Hong Kong, DX
as the number poped up on the cell phone screen he looked at it and hoped it would work he rung *ring* *ring*

"Correct." She replied as she took a seat, "And you are interested in hiring people with unusual talents, correct?"

Johnny said, "But of course. I feel that in these trying times for my group, we must find those with the skills necessary to gain an edge."

He then sat down and pulled out a bottle of whiskey, Suntory brand, 1904 vintage. He then said, "Would you like some?"

"I've never really aquired a taste for brandy, so I'll have to pass." IcT replied

To: Amanda Kissandhug
PO Box 29
Hong Kong, DX

I saw the ad, I might be what You're looking for but are you what I'm looking for, you can contact me at: Anon128k@anon.net (OOC: Not an email Adress I have any RL affiliation with) I await your reply.

-Unsigned

Jothias Sangus was cold. He was tired. He was pissed off at the lack of light and air, and the flight was much longer than he expected. Its the price you pay for having no alternative but to sneak into Upper Xen for some work and having to be stuffed into an uncomfortable, ableit quite spacious, suitcase. It was uncomfortable from the many lead objects in there to get him past the x-rays, and the landing had shook things up a bit. He had been smuggled from Red Tide 2 by Fujinko, a woman working or the J-Mods who he had asked for work, prior to losing everything.

He heard the cargo bay doors open, and the padding footsteps of someone to move the baggage. A minute later a tall man emerged from the cargo space, adjusting his uniform. Now a different person was in the suitcase, but it wasn't Jothias and it certainly wasn't concious.

He got onto the tarmac and spotted Fujinko, coming off the plane. He headed to the airport and waited for her outside the tunnel.
"Here are your labels" he said to her, passing Fujinko everything that could link her with the suitcase and the unconcious employee.

As i read the ad i thought to myself i thought to myself this should be easy enough there probaly all green.He took out his cell phone and Rung a secret number which quite a few dodgy poeple knew.Hey sire i need a number for Amanda Kissandhug
PO Box 29
Hong Kong, DX
as the number poped up on the cell phone screen he looked at it and hoped it would work he rung *ring* *ring*

The number traced back to a house, owned by a woman. Her name was Amanda, but her last name was Asakura, not Kissandhug.

Amanda was in the shower at the time, whistling "Dixie." But her phone rang, and she yelled "Motherf**ker!"

She stormed out in a robe, and she picked up the phone and said, with a smidgen of restrained anger, "Who is it?"

As the phone picked up he thought ahh screw it ill walk as he arived on the scene to the loud music.the women.the bar.The possiblilities.He took a seat at the bar and asked for a long bay and any alternatives and winked
Also asked about the job

Jothias Sangus was cold. He was tired. He was pissed off at the lack of light and air, and the flight was much longer than he expected. Its the price you pay for having no alternative but to sneak into Upper Xen for some work and having to be stuffed into an uncomfortable, ableit quite spacious, suitcase. It was uncomfortable from the many lead objects in there to get him past the x-rays, and the landing had shook things up a bit. He had been smuggled from Red Tide 2 by Fujinko, a woman working or the J-Mods who he had asked for work, prior to losing everything.

He heard the cargo bay doors open, and the padding footsteps of someone to move the baggage. A minute later a tall man emerged from the cargo space, adjusting his uniform. Now a different person was in the suitcase, but it wasn't Jothias and it certainly wasn't concious.

He got onto the tarmac and spotted Fujinko, coming off the plane. He headed to the airport and waited for her outside the tunnel.
"Here are your labels" he said to her, passing Fujinko everything that could link her with the suitcase and the unconcious employee.

Fujiko said, "Good...let's go. National Police get really pissy when undocumented guys like you come in."

She led him outside to a Cadillac CTS-V in the lot, after getting her stuff. She opened the trunk, which revealed an Austen and some clips. She put in the luggage, and shut the trunk.

Fujiko opened the back door with a great fanfare and said, motioning to him to enter, "If you please" with a smile.

"Thanks" He replied, rubbing his head. The sooner he got some guns, the better. He felt vunerable without them, although 14 years of mixed martial arts was a good-enough alternative.
"I need a good arms dealer, someone independant and trustworthy. Someone skilled as well, who knows what their doing and how they do it. Any ideas?"

As he waited for the replie from the bar tender he slowly sipped his drink and wounder what type of work it was or if it was what he was used to

As he waited for the replie from the bar tender he slowly sipped his drink and wounder what type of work it was or if it was what he was used to

The bartender said, "Sir? Are you okay?"

This dude seemed awful suspicious. If he was here about the job, then the boss was busy. So, the bartender told him this.

Fuzhou, 2:32 a.m:

"Everything secure?"

"Yea... we got everything. Now where the fuck are the Ghost Dragons?"

A heavily armed group of Vietcong soldiers were crowded around a dozen freight sized shipping containers sitting on the dock. Dressed in black body armor, urban combat BDU pants, combat boots, and carrying a variety of heavy weapons, they were an intimidating sight. Unfortunately, being intimidating wasn't exactly useful if there was no one around.

A soldier climbed on top of a harbor crane and looked around with the thermal scope on his rifle. No one yet. Those bastards better get here soon with the proper payment.... The harbormaster was waiting for his bribe, and the Viets didn't have any money on them...

He glanced at the bartender and asked how long he would and also askd if it was alright to smoke inside.

"Thanks" He replied, rubbing his head. The sooner he got some guns, the better. He felt vunerable without them, although 14 years of mixed martial arts was a good-enough alternative.
"I need a good arms dealer, someone independant and trustworthy. Someone skilled as well, who knows what their doing and how they do it. Any ideas?"

Fujiko said, as she started the car and was greeted by the Who's "Who Are You?":

"Hm.......I think we should try Gerry Caulfield's. He runs an Irish pub in Central Freeman, but he deals in guns out back. Gerry's a nice guy, kinda shifty though. Hopefully, we can get him at a good time."

Fujiko began driving to Caulfield's, sure enough. She parked the car when they got there, and she walked up to the door.

Stepping inside, she was greeted by Irish music, drunken Korean Auxiliaries in off-duty kilts with pints of Guiness, and Old Caulfield working the bar, in the midst of smoke from cheap cigarettes and dim lights. He looked like Sean Connery, and was slightly ornerier.

She sat at the bar, and said, "Evenin', Gerry."

Gerry said, "Fujiko? It's been a while since you waltzed in here? You want some Guiness, or another Saturday Night Special for your Mod thug buddies?"

Fujiko said, "Real cute, Gerry. I have a friend, not a Mod, he's from Concremo, he needs a connection. You think you can do it?"

Gerry said, angrily and happily at the same time in an odd contradiction: "Of course, missy. But not out here, where bloody National Police can hear me! Bring him out back. Lemme send Elaine to the bar, okay?"

Fujiko said, "Whatever you say, Chief."

Gerry then, as he walked to fetch Elaine, said, "Don't call me chief! Elaine!"

"What!?"

"Take over the bar. I have some friends to meet."

Elaine came over and took over. Gerry said, "Well, don't stand there."

Fujiko nodded, and walked to her car. She opened the door and said: "Jothias, come with me. The meet's on."

ooc: I've responded and awaiting response, Post 13

Fuzhou, 2:32 a.m:

"Everything secure?"

"Yea... we got everything. Now where the fuck are the Ghost Dragons?"

A heavily armed group of Vietcong soldiers were crowded around a dozen freight sized shipping containers sitting on the dock. Dressed in black body armor, urban combat BDU pants, combat boots, and carrying a variety of heavy weapons, they were an intimidating sight. Unfortunately, being intimidating wasn't exactly useful if there was no one around.

A soldier climbed on top of a harbor crane and looked around with the thermal scope on his rifle. No one yet. Those bastards better get here soon with the proper payment.... The harbormaster was waiting for his bribe, and the Viets didn't have any money on them...

The Ghost Dragons pulled up in Cadillac Escalades. Out stepped a gang of young toughs in leather jackets with dragons emblazed on the back and a platoon of well-dressed men. All were carrying some kinda weapon. The toughs had G3's, the well-dressed men AK-47s and everyone had a few Pwnage SMG-7s.

A man stepped up with sunglasses on. He was one of the well-dressed men. He came with a suitcase, and extended his hand.

"Dragon Chang. Ghost Dragons. Nice to meet you boys. You must be the Cong."

"I've never really aquired a taste for brandy, so I'll have to pass." IcT replied

Nakamura put the brandy down. He smiled and said, "Very well. Perhaps then, we should get to brass tacks. What is that voodoo that you do so well?"

00c:still waiting as well.

"I'm an acceptable marksman, but my greatest skills lie in the fields of computers." IcT replied

He glanced at the bartender and asked how long he would and also askd if it was alright to smoke inside.

The bartender laughed and said, "Of course man, light up. But the boss is done when he is. He's with another applicant now."

"I'm an acceptable marksman, but my greatest skills lie in the fields of computers." IcT replied

Nakamura chuckled, "A hacker, huh? Nice. I like hackers, of course, the Russian Mob seems to get most of 'em. I like your style."

He then got serious. He then pulled a swanky new laptop out, and wired it up to a wireless internet hub and a DSL line, and placed it on a cooling pad.

He then said, "I wanna do a little test. If you can hack into the Russian Mob bank account and take at least USD$100,000 without getting caught, you're hired, m'kay?"

"Two questions, can I use my own system, and is there a time limit?" IcT asked

As he pulled out a small glass pipe he looked around then took out a small plastic bagged fulled with what looked like salt and took a littlw bit and started to smoke it.he inhaled the fumes of the drug curently knowin as ice meths which is very hard to come by.The drug instantly had efects on his body.he felt light and nimble and more centrated.He then smiled and looked up at the bartender and blew the hair out of his face and oferd some to the bartender.
"Would you like some?"
"I heard its hard to come by around here?"

"Two questions, can I use my own system, and is there a time limit?" IcT asked

Nakamura said, "Hmmm.....I'll allow it. As for a time limit, no."

As he pulled out a small glass pipe he looked around then took out a small plastic bagged fulled with what looked like salt and took a littlw bit and started to smoke it.he inhaled the fumes of the drug curently knowin as ice meths which is very hard to come by.The drug instantly had efects on his body.he felt light and nimble and more centrated.He then smiled and looked up at the bartender and blew the hair out of his face and oferd some to the bartender.
"Would you like some?"
"I heard its hard to come by around here?"

The bartender said, "Sorry, not my bag. I'm a whisky man."

He then said, "Take it from me, that is definetly hard to come by, a little matter of demand and supply. National Police has everything all choked up here, and people here like LSD and hash anyway. They don't know what they're missing."

"Alright," She pulled out an odd looking laptop. She plugged in the cable, flipped a couple switches. "What bank are they storing the money at, and where do you want it sent?"

"Wow must be pritty tight here"
"Treat yourself to a few whiskeys as he pulled out an envelope fulled with 100 dollar bills"
"If its supply and demand i sapose you have to buy it from the docks in large amounts"
"If you know anybody im intrested i cant seem to get enough when i want it"
He streched and took another few drags from the pipe"

"Alright," She pulled out an odd looking laptop. She plugged in the cable, flipped a couple switches. "What bank are they storing the money at, and where do you want it sent?"

"They have it at the National Bank Of Upper Xen. As for the cash, send it to Mitsui Bank. I wanna see this."

Nakamura said this with relish. He knew this was a risk, but it was one he was happy to take.

"Wow must be pritty tight here"
"Treat yourself to a few whiskeys as he pulled out an envelope fulled with 100 dollar bills"
"If its supply and demand i sapose you have to buy it from the docks in large amounts"
"If you know anybody im intrested i cant seem to get enough when i want it"
He streched and took another few drags from the pipe"

The bartender said, "Well, I serve the drinks, I don't have hem till later. Thanks though."

He stuffed the cash in his pocket, and said, "Well, I might know some dudes....there's a dealer, over there, Freddy Leung. He deals in that kinda stuff. He might be busy though, and when he says he's busy, you'd better listen-he don't like 'interlopers' as he calls 'em."

He pointed to a man in a pimp hat, and a white suit that was impeccably clean, surrounded by a bevy of nice girls.

As he stood up confident he walked over to the table and asked if it was ok to sit down
"I heard you come by certin stufe and i was woundering if your able to sell to me id be happy to buy in large amounts?"
"If you are selling is it good and how much are you willing to sell at one time?"

As he stood up confident he walked over to the table and asked if it was ok to sit down
"I heard you come by certin stufe and i was woundering if your able to sell to me id be happy to buy in large amounts?"
"If you are selling is it good and how much are you willing to sell at one time?"

Freddy sat up and said to one of the girls, "'Scuse me, baby."

He then said, surprised and looking up at him through tinted sunglasses, "Look here, son. I can't do this right now, mind waiting till I can get these ladies home?"

Freddy then told the ladies, "Scram."

They left, and soon, he said, "Sit down, my son. Who sent you, what do you need?"

He grew cold, first. "Are you a cop?" he said, pulling a Python out slowly under the table.

"Haha i aint no cop do i look like a cop as he pulled out a magnum revolver under the table"
"The barkeeper said you come by certin things and i was woundering if you had that certin thing And if you do have it how much you got and how much will it cost me?"
"Is it a grade stufe?"
"want a drink?"

"Haha i aint no cop do i look like a cop as he pulled out a magnum revolver under the table"
"The barkeeper said you come by certin things and i was woundering if you had that certin thing And if you do have it how much you got and how much will it cost me?"
"Is it a grade stufe?"
"want a drink?"

Freddy said, "Now wait here, son. Slow down. Where you come from, may be different, but we do things a tad slower. As for a drink, I got one."

He leaned forward, and said in a calming, reassuring voice, "Well, as a matter of fact, first of all, I do come by certain things. Illegal software, drugs. Only the best. Name the drug, I'll say if I have it, and give you a rate. How about that?"

"Anyone you want to blame?" IcT asked as she began tapping out codes.

"As he leaned across the table he whisperd back"
"Im looking for A grade ice meths the shit like i can barely feel my fingers let alone the chick im doing type"
"Im looking for at least 3 ounces"
"I can also pay in hard cash none of that bank job shit there to risky for my likeing"

"Anyone you want to blame?" IcT asked as she began tapping out codes.

Nakamura said, "Try the Yukisugo-dono Yakuza gang."

"As he leaned across the table he whisperd back"
"Im looking for A grade ice meths the shit like i can barely feel my fingers let alone the chick im doing type"
"Im looking for at least 3 ounces"
"I can also pay in hard cash none of that bank job shit there to risky for my likeing"

Freddy said, "Hmmm....hard to get here. It is in demand though. I know a few guys that make the stuff.....they make a good kind here, called Spike."

He leaned back, and sipped a Cuba Libre. "I can get you some. It'll cost you. Try USD$240 for three ounces."

"Holy crap thats cheap youre kidding me?"
"If its that cheap rekon you could find me 13 ounces?"
"God where i came from one ounce is like 11 grand but the quality is damn good"
Takes the envelope out of his pocket and drops a few thousand on the table then pulls out an extra 2 grand and slips it in freddys pocket
"For the deal"

"Alright," She slid a pair of headphone over her ears, slid a CD into a CD player, and got to work. After a while during which she'd been humming in time to Ride of the Valkyrie, punctuated by odd acronyms and statments, she said "So they have someone on, hack," followed by a chuckle as she continued tapping out codes and commands. About twelve minutes after she started she hit the final code, "And done." IcT said as she pulled off the headphones.

"Alright," She slid a pair of headphone over her ears, slid a CD into a CD player, and got to work. After a while during which she'd been humming in time to Ride of the Valkyrie, punctuated by odd acronyms and statments, she said "So they have someone on, hack," followed by a chuckle as she continued tapping out codes and commands. About twelve minutes after she started she hit the final code, "And done." IcT said as she pulled off the headphones.

Nakamura checked his bank account. He smiled, and said, "Bravo."

He then got up, and said to one of the burly guards in the room: "See that! Huh!? Now that's talent."

He turned to IcT, and said, "Ma'am, you're with us now."

"Holy crap thats cheap youre kidding me?"
"If its that cheap rekon you could find me 13 ounces?"
"God where i came from one ounce is like 11 grand but the quality is damn good"
Takes the envelope out of his pocket and drops a few thousand on the table then pulls out an extra 2 grand and slips it in freddys pocket
"For the deal"

Freddy said, "Ah....I'll contact them. I usually don't get things this cheap, see. But you'll get your goods soon."

He then said, "Say....you're a man of the world. I work for Mr. Nakamura here. You wanna join his group? He can offer you damn near anything you want, just do good."

"Heck that was the reason i was here"
"Sitha Demo man at your service"
"Shit it must be my luky day or sum crap"
He sits there with a smile on his face and takes a cigerette out of his pocket and lights it with a zippo lighter atached to his pocket takes a long stress relieving drag and blows smoke rings which hit the ceiling and distort

"Heck that was the reason i was here"
"Sitha Demo man at your service"
"Shit it must be my luky day or sum crap"
He sits there with a smile on his face and takes a cigerette out of his pocket and lights it with a zippo lighter atached to his pocket takes a long stress relieving drag and blows smoke rings which hit the ceiling and distort

Freddy said, "Follow me, my son."

He led Sitha to the same solid oak door IcT had gone through before. He knocked.

One of the guards came out and said, "Oh...it's you. Dude, don't be a drag-he's in a meeting."

Freddy said, "Look, buddy, this is damned important. This here's an applicant."

The guard said, "Fine. Come in."

Nakamura was still congratualting IcT when he said to her "Excuse me, I must handle this."

He said to Sitha, "So...you must be another applicant. I'm Mr. Nakamura. Please sit here and wait."

He waved to a man, who brought up a nice chair.

"sitha sat on a chair and crossed his legs and his face sudenly turned serious he hadnt had a aplication in a while he had just left another squad"
"He waited for Mr Nakamura to fisnish with IcT"
"As he waited he thought to himself he was going to be making a shit load of money and doing a shit load of drugs"
"He then smiled violently"

"So what's going to be happening now?" She asked as she began storing the computer.

35 Nathan Rd. Yes, that was it. Zakharii sent a quick message to the Club that he would indeed meet, and he himself walked down to 35 Nathan Rd. He dressed in a modest, yet obviously expensive, business suit, complete with a cheap leather briefcase. It was meant to show that he was no modest man to a potential employer, but it was modest enough not to attract too much attention from ordinary citizens. Some underling of Mr. Nakamura was what Zakharii expected. No "legimate businessman" told where he was to some unknown stranger, especially an ex-spy. And so Zakharii Iovevich Zaitzev waited.

35 Nathan Rd. Yes, that was it. Zakharii sent a quick message to the Club that he would indeed meet, and he himself walked down to 35 Nathan Rd. He dressed in a modest, yet obviously expensive, business suit, complete with a cheap leather briefcase. It was meant to show that he was no modest man to a potential employer, but it was modest enough not to attract too much attention from ordinary citizens. Some underling of Mr. Nakamura was what Zakharii expected. No "legimate businessman" told where he was to some unknown stranger, especially an ex-spy. And so Zakharii Iovevich Zaitzev waited.

A woman, dressed in a Piet Mondrian dress, sauntered up to Nakamura and said: "'Scuse me, but another hire has come in. Looks kinda funny."

Nakamura said, "Jenny, greet him, say Mr. Nakamura is busy, but ask him what he does."

Jenny nodded, and she walked up to Zakharii. She sat next to him and said, "Mr. Nakamura is busy, but he did wonder what your speciality as a spy was."

"So what's going to be happening now?" She asked as she began storing the computer.

Nakamura said, "Well, I do believe that USD$100,000 will now be your first paycheck. As for employment..."

He leaned onto his desk, and folded his hands. "...you'll be provided with a cushy penthouse suite above the club, as well as parts and security, and we'll move you if the situation demands it. We can move some mainframes in for you if you like, but we prefer it if you customized your gear."

He then opened the whiskey bottle, and poured himself a shot and drank it. "What do you think of getting, say, 60% of what you make from any sort of job. We'd get 40%. We can negotiate this, if you wish."

"I wouldn't mind 40/60 actually, providing I can do freelance missions, should I wish to." IcT replied

"I wouldn't mind 40/60 actually, providing I can do freelance missions, should I wish to." IcT replied

Nakamura said, "Fine by me."

"Could you get one of your personnel to show me to my quarters?" IcT asked

*BUMP*
"Ahhh excuse me sir?"
"I was just woundering what exactly our missions might be?"
"What your rules are?"
"Who's above us?"
"Whos under us?"
"Who are we allied with and why?"
"And what do you want us for?"

How the hell did a guy who worked at a bar get this much shit!? A large shed outside was absoulutely filled with weapons, good ones too. He was quite relaxed for your average arms dealer, but not relaxed enough to make Jothias uncomfortable.

"I know exactly what i want." He said, "and if i dont get it here i go elsewhere; I want two FNP-9s (http://www.freewebs.com/concremo/handgun.htm), with all the customization you can give me, chambered in .45 ACP, and two detatchable silencers; one MP9 (http://www.freewebs.com/concremo/mp9.htm) with scope, flashlight, red dot and silencer, no shoulderstock; one Benelli Nova (http://www.freewebs.com/concremo/benellinova.htm) with extended underbarrel magazine and one FN SCAR-L (http://www.freewebs.com/concremo/scar.htm), CQC variant with scope, vertical foregrip, red dot and chambered in 7.62x39mm."

((OOC: Hope you don't mind a Psychic Ghost exercising catgirl wondering into the middle of all this.))


Areis (http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y245/Beta_Solution/NekoThing.jpg) was completely and utterly lost in every sense of the word. Not only was she no where near her home nation, but the spirit she had been following from Gnufasur to Upper Xen(Or Hong Kong, whichever applies) had abruptly vanished. "Oh... Bugger it all."

She fumed, straightening out her light red Muna Preistess uniform as she sat on the curb on Nathan Road, in Hong Kong, just outside a building with the sign reading 'The Kabuki-cho Legitimate Businessman's Club.' Folding her hands and resting her chin on it, she let out a pained sigh. "Just grand. That's the last time I follow a spirit I don't know somewhere."

You said that last time... Her spirit guide pipped in, a yellow-ish ghost feline which acted as her guide to the world of Sprirts. Areis stuck her tongue out at it, "Well, this time I mean it."

He's here! Quick, I need you to see him! Came a strong, male voice suddenly from behind Aries, causing her to jump. "DON'T do that!" She exclaimed, then shook her head, walking into the gentleman's club. Hmmm... Bartenders know everything!

Completely oblivious to the looks she was drawing with both her feline ears and tail, as well as her... Unusual uniform, she strode right up to the bartender. "Umh... Hi. I'm here to see a..." She looked off to one side, as if she were listening to someone only she could see and hear. "... A Mr. Johnny Nakamura."

She nods as she speaks the name. While the name meant nothing to her, it obviously meant a great deal to the Spirit she was following...


((OOC2: Blue italics represent communications from Areis's Spirit Guide. Red italics represent communications from hostile or otherwise malevolent spirits. And, finally, Gray italics represent communications from Non-Hostile or otherwise benign spirits. :D
As a Muna Preistess, Areis acts as a medium for the recently departed, and when the occassion calls for it, exercises hostile spirits by sealing their essence within a slip of 'Spirit Paper.' She can hear and see them(The dead), and usually relays messages from them to living loved ones. Also, occassionally, one will lead her somewhere, most usually to where their body lay so it can be buried properly and the spirit can pass on.
Also, please note that the spirit Areis is currently following is communicating in red italics. Meaning it's a hostile or otherwise malevolent spirit. I'm pretty sure he isn't Johnny Nakamura's grandfather... :P))

((OOC: Hope you don't mind a Psychic Ghost exercising catgirl wondering into the middle of all this.))


Areis (http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y245/Beta_Solution/NekoThing.jpg) was completely and utterly lost in every sense of the word. Not only was she no where near her home nation, but the spirit she had been following from Gnufasur to Upper Xen(Or Hong Kong, whichever applies) had abruptly vanished. "Oh... Bugger it all."

She fumed, straightening out her light red Muna Preistess uniform as she sat on the curb on Nathan Road, in Hong Kong, just outside a building with the sign reading 'The Kabuki-cho Legitimate Businessman's Club.' Folding her hands and resting her chin on it, she let out a pained sigh. "Just grand. That's the last time I follow a spirit I don't know somewhere."

You said that last time... Her spirit guide pipped in, a yellow-ish ghost feline which acted as her guide to the world of Sprirts. Areis stuck her tongue out at it, "Well, this time I mean it."

He's here! Quick, I need you to see him! Came a strong, male voice suddenly from behind Aries, causing her to jump. "DON'T do that!" She exclaimed, then shook her head, walking into the gentleman's club. Hmmm... Bartenders know everything!

Completely oblivious to the looks she was drawing with both her feline ears and tail, as well as her... Unusual uniform, she strode right up to the bartender. "Umh... Hi. I'm here to see a..." She looked off to one side, as if she were listening to someone only she could see and hear. "... A Mr. Johnny Nakamura."

She nods as she speaks the name. While the name meant nothing to her, it obviously meant a great deal to the Spirit she was following...


((OOC2: Blue italics represent communications from Areis's Spirit Guide. Red italics represent communications from hostile or otherwise malevolent spirits. And, finally, Gray italics represent communications from Non-Hostile or otherwise benign spirits. :D
As a Muna Preistess, Areis acts as a medium for the recently departed, and when the occassion calls for it, exercises hostile spirits by sealing their essence within a slip of 'Spirit Paper.' She can hear and see them(The dead), and usually relays messages from them to living loved ones. Also, occassionally, one will lead her somewhere, most usually to where their body lay so it can be buried properly and the spirit can pass on.
Also, please note that the spirit Areis is currently following is communicating in red italics. Meaning it's a hostile or otherwise malevolent spirit. I'm pretty sure he isn't Johnny Nakamura's grandfather... :P))

The bartender looked at her in a funny manner. She seemed like one of those cosplayer ladies that stopped in every so often, and danced to the tune of the in-house blues tunes that blared 24/7. But that wasn't the odd part-those cat ears were NOT fake, that was the funny part. And, she was acting kinda funny like, like a baglady or something.

The bartender said, "Look lady, you seem kinda...agitated. Have a drink, on general principle."

He poured her a shot of Suntory whisky, 1905 vintage, and said, "You here about the job? I can get you in, but you might wanna explain why you're talkin' to yourself."

OOC: He's doesn't know about the whole priestess thing, so bear with me.

The Ghost Dragons pulled up in Cadillac Escalades. Out stepped a gang of young toughs in leather jackets with dragons emblazed on the back and a platoon of well-dressed men. All were carrying some kinda weapon. The toughs had G3's, the well-dressed men AK-47s and everyone had a few Pwnage SMG-7s.

A man stepped up with sunglasses on. He was one of the well-dressed men. He came with a suitcase, and extended his hand.

"Dragon Chang. Ghost Dragons. Nice to meet you boys. You must be the Cong."

"Boys? Didn't your mother teach you to never assume?"

A young, raven haired woman in Vietcong uniform stepped out of the shadows. The Vietcong had always been gender inclusive, they had started out with local prostitutes feeding information they gathered from American soldiers after all.

"Name's Xuan An, nice to meet you too...." She shook Dragon's hand and smiled.

Xuan turned to the containers then to Dragon's briefcase.

"Would you like to take a look at some of our goods?"

A woman, dressed in a Piet Mondrian dress, sauntered up to Nakamura and said: "'Scuse me, but another hire has come in. Looks kinda funny."

Nakamura said, "Jenny, greet him, say Mr. Nakamura is busy, but ask him what he does."

Jenny nodded, and she walked up to Zakharii. She sat next to him and said, "Mr. Nakamura is busy, but he did wonder what your speciality as a spy was."

"Ah, yes ma'am. I worked to recruit and run agents and, when they were burned, to devise and execute operations to get them out of their home country by covert means. In the end I decided that the pay wasn't quite good enough, and the...uh...private sector, yes, private sector, has more than compensated for that deficiency. What this means to your employer is that I can help him eliminate, by planning operations, and spy upon his opposition. Also, a few experiences with terrorists has left connections that can be called upon should the situation require that no one know your employer was involved."

"Boys? Didn't your mother teach you to never assume?"

A young, raven haired woman in Vietcong uniform stepped out of the shadows. The Vietcong had always been gender inclusive, they had started out with local prostitutes feeding information they gathered from American soldiers after all.

"Name's Xuan An, nice to meet you too...." She shook Dragon's hand and smiled.

Xuan turned to the containers then to Dragon's briefcase.

"Would you like to take a look at some of our goods?"

Dragon Chang smiled and said, "Sure. Why not?"

He was not the least bit surprised at the female leader, the VC always did include women in their ranks; he heard tales from old Auxiliaries and Vietnam Vets that they couldn't trust the women. Not a normal Triad custom, but who was he to argue?

He put down the case, and opened it up to reveal USD$10,000,000 worth of cash, in crisp, clean $10 and $20 bills, non sequential.

He then smiled and said, "What'll this get me?"

"Could you get one of your personnel to show me to my quarters?" IcT asked

Nakamura waved, and a girl in a Japanese schoolgirl outfit with a Jackie Kennedy pillbox hat walked up to IcT.

She bowed, and said, "Good day....I will show you to your room."

The girl waved to IcT, and motioned for her to follow. She led her to a room that was very comfy, with a 1950s Modern look that was surprisingly tasteful. It was largish, and had a big mahogany desk in it, and some art items.

She bowed, and said, "Your room."

*BUMP*
"Ahhh excuse me sir?"
"I was just woundering what exactly our missions might be?"
"What your rules are?"
"Who's above us?"
"Whos under us?"
"Who are we allied with and why?"
"And what do you want us for?"

Nakamura said, "Slow down, Sitha. I will explain, as soon as I can adjust myself."

He sat up, and said, "Well, your what is your area of expertise? Whatever it may be, I will use you to help me settle some accounts with a few Russian Mobsters and some Triads. I am above you, and I manage some underlings. My will is generally law, though I have 2 rules. One: you don't snitch. 2: Have fun."

"Thank you." IcT pulled out a hundred dollar bill((USD) or local equivilent) and hands it to the girl. "This is for your troubles."

"Thank you." IcT pulled out a hundred dollar bill((USD) or local equivilent) and hands it to the girl. "This is for your troubles."

The girl bowed, and left.

ooc: A fucking goldmine son... :p

"A lump sum payment. Let's see what this will buy you."

Xuan motioned for 4-5 of her underlings to open the container. She then walked into the open container.

"Here, we got your standard BR-1 assault rifle, 8x60mm, with a 1-4x scope, optional night scopes, and a 5 shot harmonica mag grenade launcher."

Xuan put down the BR-1 and picked up a BR-2 Carbine. "Same gun and whatnot, just a bit of a shorter barrel."

"Here's is SMG-7, I'm sure you're familiar with it. And of course, the BR-3 Comapny Support Machine Gun with 10 shot drum mag grenade launcher."

2 people picked up the 50 pound machine gun and put it on the ground.

"Now here, we have both FireEater infantry ATGMs and Blowtorch anti-vehicle ATGMs. We also have a few lighter AT-05 RPGs for your pleasure."

"In that same vein, we brought along a few SG-05 shoulder launched missiles. We've tested them against New Empire's police dropships, they work perfectly."

"We have some other things, like S-49s and some accessories too.... if you want them. The price list is taped to the wall."

ooc: Price list comes tommorow, i must leave.

IcT unpacked her backpack of everything save the laptop, before heading down and picking up her other bags from the car she rented. Once she had unpacked she headed down to the bar.

IcT unpacked her backpack of everything save the laptop, before heading down and picking up her other bags from the car she rented. Once she had unpacked she headed down to the bar.

Downstairs, the party was still going. A group of girls in schoolgirl outfits got on stage, and began singing, accompanied by the in-house band. The kids kept on dancing, the dealers kept on pushing, and the liquor flowed as heavy as ever.

Then, a crash was heard. A gang of men in leather Fonzie jackets, do-rags and SPAS shotguns ran into the club. The clubgoers ran to and fro, and thr men fired into the ceiling.

One of them screamed in a Russian accent: "We want to see Mr. Nakamura!"

A few of the Mod guards waltzed up to them, standing tall in their Saville Row and Union Jack suits. They brandished Austens and MAC-10s, and screamed, "Listun yew asshole, Misti. nak is chokka. Yew wanna play rough?"

They cocked their guns and raised them to emphasize the point.

The men with the jackets said, "Okay, well tell him this, pretty boy. The Vakhulinchuk Boys are getting really tired of your goddamn arrogance. Tell him to stop screwing with our shit, and we won't f**k with you. You know what I mean."

"What do yew saddy, blt?" the Mod screamed.

The toughest Russian Mobster waltzed up to the Mod and said, angrily: "We know about your stunt. We know you took money from us. We roughed up the Yakuzas, but they didn't have damn thing to do with it. You wanna steal from us like men, or do us Real Thieves have to instruct you with a wooden strap?"

The Mod poked his gun into the man's belly. "You'd scutty kettle yew cakehole, punchy. We dun take kindly ter threats e'yer. Ay 'uv nah scewby what de f**k yew saddy."

The Russian said, "Don't patronize me. I'll deal with you later-THIS IS YOUR ONLY WARNING!"

The Russians left, and soon shoved a bouncer angrily out of the way as they left.

How the hell did a guy who worked at a bar get this much shit!? A large shed outside was absoulutely filled with weapons, good ones too. He was quite relaxed for your average arms dealer, but not relaxed enough to make Jothias uncomfortable.

"I know exactly what i want." He said, "and if i dont get it here i go elsewhere; I want two FNP-9s (http://www.freewebs.com/concremo/handgun.htm), with all the customization you can give me, chambered in .45 ACP, and two detatchable silencers; one MP9 (http://www.freewebs.com/concremo/mp9.htm) with scope, flashlight, red dot and silencer, no shoulderstock; one Benelli Nova (http://www.freewebs.com/concremo/benellinova.htm) with extended underbarrel magazine and one FN SCAR-L (http://www.freewebs.com/concremo/scar.htm), CQC variant with scope, vertical foregrip, red dot and chambered in 7.62x39mm."

Gerry thought for a moment, and said: "Well....you want only the best, eh? Well, old Gerry is one of the best. At least that's what I say."

He thought for a moment, and said, "Okay, it'll cost you. $750 American each for the FNP-9s, you get half off of the accessories, thanks to Fujiko here, so its $50 American for the silencers. I can get you beveled grips, tritium sights, a laser sight, anything you like. As for the MP9, that's a bit rare around here, I say $2500-4500 for it, maybe higher, but because I'm nice, I'll throw everything in as part of the price."

He then said, "As for the Nova, $3000. The FN SCAR-L, well...I'll have to wait for that. I can get that, but it will really cost you. Say, $6000? Parts are half off, that'll be an extra USD$200 altogether, I know some guys."

In Tsuen Wan, the crew returned to a safehouse angry and despondent. The leader threw his gun down, and screamed: "Suki!"

He slammed his fists onto the table and said, "Damn, those Mods have balls. They really are too stupid for their own good. Somebody's gotta hit them back into shape."

One of the other Russians said, "Vasily, we must be careful. What will the boss do when he hears that they will not admit their guilt?"

Vasily turned and said, "You preconventional fool. He will obviously not blame us. He will make war on the Mods. Just as well-those drug-crazed shits have been keeping us out for too long."

He then called the Boss in Kyoto, Boss Klimenti Vakhulinchuk. He had fled there since the Reds had assumed control of Harbin, only to see it the subject of a siege and firebombing.

He then said, "Boss....this is Vasily. The Mods will not back down. They refuse to hand over the cash."

An angry voice replied, in a voice that gradually got louder and more angered: "Then you know what to do, right? F**k them up. Kill them. Burn their houses, abuse their women, smoke their drugs, and kill their families! I want them to pay!"

A slamming was heard and the line was dead.

Vasily said, "Okay boys...it's war."

"Interesting, those hacks might be better than I gave them credit for." IcT said to herself as she sat down at the bar, "Could I get a BlackJack?"

im a top-knotch mercinary specializing in explosives and sniping :gundge: :sniper:

"Excellent", He said, "Call it $1,000 each for the handguns, and $4,500 for the SCAR. I have the $15,700 here, in cash. As for the SCAR, deliver it to the Mod HQ when you get it."

00C:this is the best rp ive been in and i seem to be ok not as good as the rest but doing ok!!! man this rps fun awesome rping 2*not sucking up its tru check my post history :(

IC
"Well im a demo man i can make a bomb out of a ball point pen a coke bottle nitro geoliom and a little bit of synthetic oil and a plastic bag get my drift?"
"Id say i could destroy a rather large 5 star hotel in about 20 minutes if i had the right equipment"
"Btw i could set up a bomb for an example if you wanted blow up some restraunt or sum shit?"
"Could u introduce me to the rest of the team?"
"Id like to know how they operate"

"Ah, yes ma'am. I worked to recruit and run agents and, when they were burned, to devise and execute operations to get them out of their home country by covert means. In the end I decided that the pay wasn't quite good enough, and the...uh...private sector, yes, private sector, has more than compensated for that deficiency. What this means to your employer is that I can help him eliminate, by planning operations, and spy upon his opposition. Also, a few experiences with terrorists has left connections that can be called upon should the situation require that no one know your employer was involved."

OOC: Respond, please. Sorry if I am mistaken and you did reply.

Price List:

Light Weapons:
TR-177 Side by Side Sawed off Shotgun: $400
L-21 10x32mm Pistol: $650
L-22 9mm Compact Pistol: $400
PSD-800 10 Gauge Tactical Pump Action Shotgun: $600
SMG-7: $1300
SMG-7Micro: $1500

Assault Weapons:
BR-1 Assault Rifle With G/L and Digital Scope: $2500
BR-2 Carbine with same accessories: $2200
BR-3 Company Support Machine Gun: $8000
SSW-190 Squad Automatic Weapon: $5500
S-49 Automatic Shotgun: $2000

Machine Guns:
HMG-1 18x121mm Machine Gun: $10,000
LMG-1 9x90mm Machine Gun: $8,000

Sniper Rifles:
RCR-41 Semiautomatic Sniper Rifle With Digital Scope: $6000
RCR-41 Beta AMR: $12000
Anti-Life Form Rifle: $13000
TCR-45 Bolt Action Collector's Edition: $15,000

RPGs:
AT-05 105mm: $7,000
RPG-7VL ('Nam Surplus): $100

ATGMs:
Blowtorch ATGM with Launcher: $50,000 (w/o: $20,000)
FireEater ATGM: $18,000

Shoulder Launched AA Missiles:
SG-05: $50,000

Melee:
Combat Knife:$50
Machete: $100
Nanocrystalline Tungsten Folding Filleting Knife: $200
Chinese Sword (great for symbolically challenging Yakuzas): $850

Protection:
Level 8 light buckyplastic bulletproof vest: $4,000

Other:
*C4: $100 a kilo
*C4 Middle East Grade: 10 cents a kilo
*Bomb making electronics: $20 a kit.

Drugs:
*Cocaine: $20 a kilo and 30% cut (1 time deal, 5 kilos only)
*Heroin $40 a kilo and 30% cut (1 time dea, 5 kilos only l)

As sitha wounderd to himself how much c4 he would be needing and if he should bother with weapons considering he was in a team who might be watching his ass for him.He proded down several grand investing in as much c4 and acesories as he could get body armour just in case and a sawed off and if youve got it a blow torch plus welding glasses.A small ball of nylon wire would do nicely as well.Hmmm what else hair clips A few H.E.+Smoke grenades a small riot shiled and a gas mask if that isnt to much to ask for!!!
"hmmm that should be enough ?"
"Keep the change pal"

"Ah, yes ma'am. I worked to recruit and run agents and, when they were burned, to devise and execute operations to get them out of their home country by covert means. In the end I decided that the pay wasn't quite good enough, and the...uh...private sector, yes, private sector, has more than compensated for that deficiency. What this means to your employer is that I can help him eliminate, by planning operations, and spy upon his opposition. Also, a few experiences with terrorists has left connections that can be called upon should the situation require that no one know your employer was involved."

She then said, "Hmmm...Mr. Nakamura may be interested in hearing this. Please follow me."

She led him to the same office where Nakamura was. He said, "Hello, Mr. Zaitzev!"

He said, "Whiskey?"

"Interesting, those hacks might be better than I gave them credit for." IcT said to herself as she sat down at the bar, "Could I get a BlackJack?"

The bartender said, "Sure, ma'am." He poured her the drink, and then asked, "Hate to pry-you did that?"

"Yes, I was playing in those ruskies system, it was surprisingly easy. Whoever's in charge to cybersec is a piker." IcT replied

00C:this is the best rp ive been in and i seem to be ok not as good as the rest but doing ok!!! man this rps fun awesome rping 2*not sucking up its tru check my post history :(

IC
"Well im a demo man i can make a bomb out of a ball point pen a coke bottle nitro geoliom and a little bit of synthetic oil and a plastic bag get my drift?"
"Id say i could destroy a rather large 5 star hotel in about 20 minutes if i had the right equipment"
"Btw i could set up a bomb for an example if you wanted blow up some restraunt or sum shit?"
"Could u introduce me to the rest of the team?"
"Id like to know how they operate"

Nakamura said, "Very well. IcT is outside, she's our hacker. Mr. Zaitzev is our spy-a go-to guy. And we have one more man coming up...."

OOC: A suggestion- don't need to use quotation marks when typing responses, unless a character is talking. And I'm not gonna lie, if English is not your first language, I apologize, but I do suggest watching your grammar and using spellchecker.

"Yes, I was playing in those ruskies system, it was surprisingly easy. Whoever's in charge to cybersec is a piker." IcT replied

The bartender said, "Piker? Now you got me. I just serve drinks, and occasionally do medical work. But my knowledge of that stuff is limited, to say the least."

"Excellent", He said, "Call it $1,000 each for the handguns, and $4,500 for the SCAR. I have the $15,700 here, in cash. As for the SCAR, deliver it to the Mod HQ when you get it."

Gerry took the money, and said, "Good man."

He went into a shed, and came back with two new FNP-9s and the Nova, and their accessories, in cases. He then said, "The other stuff...I'll drop it off at the Mod HQ, ok? I'll have to order that stuff out from a few friends."

00C:im half asian english is my second languge lol sorry
sitha slumps down on a bar stool next to IcT

So i heard about that escapade on that little computer of yours?
Did u really take that much?
Jezuz christ if you did.
Nice work but now we gonna have russians on our ass for awhile.
So that should be good for work.
Get what i mean?
Anyway where did you learn all that shit?
god im scared anough as it is to go within 5 meters of a atm machine.
Whant a drink by the way?

Sitha slips out a packet of ciggys and a lighter

Mind if i smoke?

"Think someone just out of a three hour bartending course, compared to a professional, the three hour dude would be a piker." IcT replied as she took a sip of her drink.

00C:Hey i was woundering how many people u need befor starting stufe?

"And you are?" She asked the guy who sat down beside her.

"Well im sitha i just got a job here to if you know what i mean?"
Accept i wasnt able to pull off any crazy ass stunt like that shit
Word of warning i hope u are able to defend yourself because i doubt the russians gonna be happy.
Barmen a drink for what did you say your name was?

00C:Hey i was woundering how many people u need befor starting stufe?

OOC: Well, technically, stuff is starting now.

IC:

The bartender said, "Hmm...I get it now. I tell you this much; sounds like a tough business, hacking. I'm Ronaldo."

"If your good at it, it's easy. I can protect myself if necessary. As to my name it's IcT." IcT replied

Offers hand to IcT
"Nice to meet you"
"How did you wind up here anyway?"

"An ad caught my eye." IcT replied as she shakes the man's hand.

"Haha i ended up ringing the adress and got *Confronted*? by a very frustrated voice"
Hmmm im woundering what Mr Nakamura is gonna make us do first im guessing it will be some shit easy test "or" just maybe hell chuck us in the deep end?
What do you rekon?

"As to what tests, he already tested my skills." IcT replied as she finished her drink. "Could I get a Friar's Luck?" She asked the bartender.

"My shout on the friars luck and i ment as a team i mean why would he hire all of us if we dont work well in teams?"
Hands over a few hundred dollar bills for sithas bar tab

"Who knows." IcT replied

"Haha certinly not me what about you Ronaldo gonna give us a clue?"
Mind passing me an ash tray as well mate?
Lights ciggerete and takes quite a few drags befor putting down the lighter

((OOC: Sorry I'm so late in posting! >_< Here goes, everything from my last post to present.))

Event: Aries is offered a drink by the bartender.

"No thanks. As a Priestess, it's forbidden for me to consume alcohol. And umh..." She tilts her head to one side, listening again to the voices only she can hear. "Hmm, yeah. I'm here for the 'job.' I think Nakamura could use a woman of my specality..." Then under her breath, "This place is loaded with haunts. Could use a thorough exercism, or two."

She blinks as he asks her why she was talking to herself... "Umh... Talking to myself? I wasn't... Ohh... Heehee." She flashes him a sheepish grin. "Guess you've never seen my uniform before?" She does a quick little spin for him, to show off the whole uniform, her tail swishing with a mind of its own. "I'm a Muna Priestess. We specailize in..."

But, before she could finish, the Russian mobsters bust in, brandishing shotguns. What have you walked into this time, Areis? Her Spirit Guide hissed at her, more annoyed then anything else as it circled her, the catgirl hiding behind a barstool under the bar. (Not behind the bar, under in front of it)

"I really don't know. Let's hope everything turns out okay." She said to her Spirit Guide, watching as the J-mods stood up to the mobsters, then made them go away. "Wow. That was close... Umh? Where did he go? Oh bother..." She shook her head as she lost sight of the spirit she had followed, moving from her hiding spot to stand again. "Umh. Yeah. That was fun? Heehee. Mebbe, the sooner I can see Mr. Nakamura, the better." She said, more to her Spirit Guide and herself then anyone.

Two more people come, one from upstairs, a woman. The other from an unmarked door flanked by guards, this one a male. The woman sits first, and chats with the bartender, Areis watching but not saying anything. Then, the man sits and these two start talking. Hmmm... I wonder what they're talking? She eases a few steps closer to them, not intending to evesdrop but doing so out of excessive curosity.

*As sitha checked around the room he saw a young girl wearing a strange uniform of some sort he motiond for her to sit.He wounderd if she was here to meet Mr Nakamura*
"Hey have a seat want a lemonade or something?"
"You sure your in the right place btw i mean they dont exactly serve the friendlist of people here"
"Your not lost are you?"
"You kind of look like you dont know where you are sort of confused or something?"
"And ummm whats um with the costume?"


00C:Sorry sorry sorry big mistake on my part =(

ooc: two things, one I'm pretty sure Gnufasur was retroconing
two could you do something to differentiat between conversation post and action post.

00C:Sorry im still noob
*Action*
"Speach"

ooc: you would be a newb not a noob
A newb, is someone new/inexperinced
A noob is an asshat or being dilbertly irritating.
Everyone is a newb at some point, unless they decide to be a noob.

00C:ohh god i hate the people hu run around and flame for no reason

((OOC: It's okay. I'm not mad, or anything. :D I'm glad we were able to work it out. ^_^ Also, HERE (http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y245/Beta_Solution/NekoThing.jpg) is what Areis looks like. IC post forth-coming!))

00C:BIG SORRY
honest mistake sorry
edited the post

Areis blinks as the man offers her to sit. She smiles and does so, taking a seat.

"No, but thank you." She declines his offer of a lemonade.

She clears her throat, folding her hands in her lap as she speaks, "No, I'm not lost. I'm just... Well, a bit unfamailar with this area." She offers him a small smile.

She giggles as he mentions her uniform. "Like it? I'm a Muna Priestess." She giggles again behind her hand.

00C:Its seems when sume one is online others arnet so does anyone have msn? to work out kinks in the rp? if we find any?

"It does look quite stunning"
"Tell me what exactly is a muna priestes?"
"Its a long way from any temple out here"
*Sitha lits another ciggeret and blows the smoke into the stale air of the bar*
"How are you conected to all of this it seems a little strange for a priest to be all the way out here by herself"

((OOC: We're all just on at different times. Can't be helped, I'm afraid... >_>))

Areis giggles. "Well, isn't it perfectly obvious? I speak to..." She grins widely, then says in a not so spooky voice, "The dead. WoOoOOoo!" Another giggle, "Seriously. I'm basically a psychic who can speak to and see the spirits of the recently departed. As a Muna Preistess, I help lost spirits find their way to the Light, or relay messages to loved ones. S'why I'm here."

Are you sure it's okay to be talking to this guy? Her Spirit Guide questioned, whirling around Areis. The catgirl sighs, speaking to the feline spirit which only she could hear or see. "Don't start with me, okay?"

She gives Sitha a reassuring smile. "Don't mind that. Sometimes, I can hear the Spirits, but they don't shut up."

*Sitha blows smoke into the direction she was speaking to try and aknoledge or see this ghost*
"Why do i not see it i mean i belive in it but i still dont see?"
"Youll have to teach me how if its possible"
*Sitha looks away as if he isnt able to look at Areis*
"Sure you dont want a drink? something to eat?"

IcT got her drink and turned to watch the interaction between the 'psychic' and Sitha.

ooc: the '' around psychic stand for "You've got to be kidding me."

00C:Wait i dont get it?

Areis shrugs. "I'm not sure. But, to hear my Mentor put it. It's harder for adults to see ghosts, because their brains have been trained by socity to believe that ghosts aren't real." She sighs. "That's why the Muna Preisthood trains only young children to be Priests and Priestesses. It's because their minds are still open to learn and believe new things. Have you ever heard of the Boogieman? All kids have, and some swear to have seen it. But, it's not a monster, or anything like that. It's almost always a restless spirit who's frustrated by his or her own death. A quick exercism usually solves Boogieman cases."

She blinks as she sees him looking the other way, then blushes. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bore you. Next time, if I'm rambling on and on, just tell me to be quiet, yeah?"

IcT let out a short laught at the 'boogieman' reference. "Boogiemen, please, I've never heard anything so rediculous."

*Sitha turns around*

"Its not that im just remembering some one close to me who died along time ago i never got to say goodbye i never got to tell them ......."

*Sitha takes out a glass pipe and fills the end with what looks like salt and burns it very slowly and looks away from aeris*

"Barkeep could i please have several vodkas?"
"sure you dont want anything aeris?"

"IcT i belive in shit all but ive seen a whole lot of screwed things"
"and id have to say this is pritty easy to belive in"
"But then again i dunno what to belive in"

Areis looks towards IcT. "Well, you are, as always, allowed to believe what you want. I won't force my views upon you, and ask only the same respect from you. Thank you."

She blinks as Sitha tells ehr about the lost loved one. "I'm sorry to hear that. Perhaps, if I am contacted by this one whom you have lost, then I'll try to get into contact with you and relay his or her message."

She smiles and shakes her head. "No, I'm quite alright... Well, on second thought... Barkeeper? May I have a glass of milk?"

"Id rather not talk about it eh"
"So IcT u belive in any higher form of life like god or like sum shit?"
"What makes you want to live what do you live for?"

*Sitha butts out his ciggerret on his tounge and slurps down the shot of warm vodka*

"Thanks," Jothias said to Gerry, he turned to Fujinko, "I'll make my own way back. See you at the club, i got the adress from an advert back there." He pointed to a sheet of paper stuck to the window of a shop. For a bit more he got a thick black sports bag for his equipment and a combat knife. Because he was still dressed as an Airport technician he decided to make a detour to a nearby clothes shop. Finding one, he bought a dark grey jacket, a white T-Shirt and some thick black baggy trousers with large pockets. He slung the bag over his shoulder and set off towards the J-Mod club, instinctively raising a hand to cover his face from a bus full of tourists and their cameras. Jothias made a quick stop at a legal gun store, buying a harness for his handguns and a small maintenance kit.

He found the club without trouble, taking note of three shifty-looking men in suits waiting at the corner, talking with thick Russian accents. A large bulge in ones jacket hinted at a shotgun or SMG, and Jothias could only assume they were from the Mob. As he entered he saw the bright dance-floor and numerous shadowed people talking and drinking.
He heard the bartender say "Hey, you here for the Job?"

"Nope, no gods or any similars. As to what I live for, I live for life, it's more enjoyable that way." IcT replied

Areis looks towards IcT. "Well, you are, as always, allowed to believe what you want. I won't force my views upon you, and ask only the same respect from you. Thank you."

She blinks as Sitha tells ehr about the lost loved one. "I'm sorry to hear that. Perhaps, if I am contacted by this one whom you have lost, then I'll try to get into contact with you and relay his or her message."

She smiles and shakes her head. "No, I'm quite alright... Well, on second thought... Barkeeper? May I have a glass of milk?"

Ronaldo poured a glass of milk for Areis, and presented it to her. "Here you go...one glass of milk."

He then poured a Friars' Luck for both IcT and Sitha, and said to both: "Me...I'm an American-Xenizen Baptist. Soul Freedom is one of our tenets, we're quite liberal, so we accept many views-we're a very personal religion. I personally think somebody up there made us, and that a man named Jesus turned water into wine and came to save our poor souls-but hey-I just serve the drinks."

He then said, "As for the Boogieman-that's not my bag. I don't so fantasy. Though I am surprised that Ms. Aeris here is a real catgirl-here, they're the stuff of animes, of which I am a big fan of."
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Meanwhile, off to the side, Fujiko walked inside, and bellied up to the bar. She ordered a Scotch and Soda, and got it from Ronaldo with a smile and a "Hey, how's it hangin!?" suggesting that Fujiko was a frequent visitor or an employee.

Fujiko sipped her scotch, and looked at the crew. She said, "Well...the Boss assembled quite a crew, didn't he? We've a catgirl, a hacker, and a guy who looks like he has enough bombs to tear North Korea asunder."

She then extended her hands to the group, smiling in a friendly manner. "Hi, name's Fujiko. I was sent by the boss to pick somebody up, the man's here now, he's at the bar."

"Well, yeah, I'll take any work you can give me."
He sat at the far end of the bar, and watched Fujinko enter and shake hands with the people that advert had attracted. Maybe Nakamura has something planned, He thought, Maybe something big...

In another part of Hong Kong-

The J-Mod Vespas were cruising around, filled with guys looking for love in the wrong places. The people inside were typical Mods-Sybarites, looking for fun, sex, drugs, and soem of the old ultraviolence. They didn't know about the whole incident at the club, so they didn't know that their act would help fan the flames of quite a violent war. What they were concerned about was that earlier, a gang of Russians-maybe it was Vasily's crew, maybe it wasn't-had harrased some of their hookers, "tickets" in J-Mod speak. Now, they wanted to teach them a lesson.

The horde soon drove past a Russian restaurant. They parked at the side and waltzed up to it, brandishing their trademark arrogance-bad attitudes, mohair zoot suits, maximum Anglophilia, everything, along with MAC-10s and Austens. They ran up to the back, and broke through a window. They soon began running around, one group looking for a safe to crack, the other looking for the man that roughed up their prostitutes. They found a safe, and soon went to town, trying to jimmy it open. The others-well, here's what happened-

The leader soon found one of Vasily's associates upstairs, counting change and looking over the money taken from the recent shakedowns. On his signal, the Mods burst in, and screamed: "Okay cocksucker, we know you f**ked with our women. You wanna apologize?"

The man pulled out a sawed off shotgun, and shot back, wounding a couple of the Mods. Soon, the Leader, waering a flak vest, opened fire with his Austen, and so did his surviving temmates. The Russian was shot up, and filled with enough 9mm slugs to turn him into Swiss cheese. The men moved out, leaving the room, but not before grabbing a smoldering cigarette, emptying soem lighter fluid, and using the mess to start a fire, and stealing the Russian's gun. They then walked downstairs to join their friends in breaking the safe open. After some random gunfire and crowbar abuse, they opened the safe and took USD$50,000.

They then heard footsteps, and were greeted by Russian AK fire. The Mods fired back with their Austens and MAC-10s, hoping to use massed fire to deal with the gangers. That and the sawed off shotgun that used to belong to their boss. They were able to fight their way out, and killed some four Russians in the attack.

By now, the smoke from the fire alerted the sprinklers, and the restraurant was being evacuated. The Mods ran out, and began to drive away in their Vespas. The Russians gave chase in Harely motorbikes, and another fight broke out, as the two gangs did drive bys on each other.

Eventually, the Mods were able to get away-at the cost of 5 men, and the emnity of the Russian Mob. With one of their associates dead, and over a mistaken, petty argument, things were gonna get messy.....

"Well, yeah, I'll take any work you can give me."
He sat at the far end of the bar, and watched Fujinko enter and shake hands with the people that advert had attracted. Maybe Nakamura has something planned, He thought, Maybe something big...

Jothias didn't know it, but circumstances dictated that Nakamura would have to plan "something big."

Nakamura got the call in his office. He was not amused.

"What!? Chief.....no, I assure you, my boys did not just murder a Russian Mobster, and steal some more cash.....no Chief....."

He lept up, and yelled. "LOOK ASSHOLE! WE HAD A DEAL! YOU'D COVER MY BACK! I'D COVER YOURS! YOU HATE THE DAMN RED MAFIA ANYWAY!"

An angry response from the other line said, "Fine....give me a chance to sort things out...lemme turn in the men responsible, and deal with this matter on my own. I will try to do soemthing to sort this out. Look.....how's an advance on your next paycheck from me, okay? Deal. Fine. Thanks."

He hung up, and began drawing plans for a meet with Vasily Nemerov, the Russian Mob boss in this district. Hopefully, they would be able to persuade the Russians this was a mistake....

ooc:what's dragon buying?

Nakamura then called the Schoolgirl that brought IcT to her room, and said to her in no uncertain terms: "Give that nice lady you brought to her room this note, Kaede. Do that, I'll give you extra pay."

Kaede said, "Hai," and bowed.

She walked up to the bar, and handed IcT the note. The note said:

"IcT-

This is an urgent assignment. I am organizing a meeting with the Russian Mob, to smooth out some disputes. I need you to perform surveillance, if possible.

Mr. Nakamura."

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Vasily fumed, and punched the wall, leaving a hol in it.

"This has gone too far! First, they use the Internet to steal my money! Now, they kill one of my officers in cold blood, and steal more money! Fore what reason!?"

One of his officers said, "None that I can think of."

Vasily snapped back: "Shut up! You're not helping."

He then said, "Okay guys.....I think it's time we settled this matter like the made vor we are. No more cowering. They wish to play in the dark like sissyboys? We will do the same."

He pointed to one of the men, and said, "Nikolai. I want you to go to Mr. Nakamura, tell him that I want to speak with him, and that we will both be unarmed. BOTH. Insist on this. He may bring bodyguards, but no guns."

He then pointed to the others. "Yakov, Ivan-get the shells for the SPAS Shotguns. Antonin-get the C4. We're going to rig the site to blow, and then kill every man who lives and intervenes. F**k the civilians who get in the way."

The men did as told, and Nikolai was soon zooming off to the J-Mod Club.

He waltzed inside. The bouncers were about to shoot him, but he said, "I am here to see Mr. Nakamura..."

He opened his coat, revealing an empty space.

"...I am unarmed. You would not hurt me, eh?"

The bouncers let him in. He then walked up to Mr. Nakamura's door, and pushed his way in. Despite the fact that he was enarly killed by the burly guards in the room, Nikolai then waltzed up to Johnny Nakamura's desk and said, "I wish to speak with you."

Nakamura jumped up and said, "You mind not doing it like this?"

He then saw Nikolai, and cursed, "Typical. What do you want?"

Nikolai said, "Vasily wishes to talk with you, concerning the recent matters. He is a fair man, and he will allow you some room for error if you talk honestly. Meet him at Anton's Russian Foods, Kowloon Tong, at 1am tonight. Bring no guns, he will bring none. You may bring bodyguards, but no guns."

He left as quickly as he came, and Nakamura was left puzzled. He waltzed out to the bar, and was greeted by a cheer from the partygoers. He blew them an air kiss and said, "Good Evening, fellow Xenizens!"

They then went back to their dancing, and he sat at the bar. He began to speak.

"The Russian Mafia has asked me to meet them at Anton's Russian Foods, Kowloon Tong, 1am tonight. IcT, I want you to perform electronic surveillance. That's a change from the notice I had Kaede hand you."

He then saw Aeris, and said, "Well! I see my advertisments reached far and away. You must be....."

Jothias saw Nakamura make his speech, and asked the bartender to arrange a meeting with him. Something wasn't right, he though, Why was Vasily so bothered about no guns, and yet insisted on as many bodyguards as Nakamura wanted? He ordered a still mineral water anddrank it in one. Someone is going to get royally fucked over this one

Price List:

Light Weapons:
TR-177 Side by Side Sawed off Shotgun: $400
L-21 10x32mm Pistol: $650
L-22 9mm Compact Pistol: $400
PSD-800 10 Gauge Tactical Pump Action Shotgun: $600
SMG-7: $1300
SMG-7Micro: $1500

Assault Weapons:
BR-1 Assault Rifle With G/L and Digital Scope: $2500
BR-2 Carbine with same accessories: $2200
BR-3 Company Support Machine Gun: $8000
SSW-190 Squad Automatic Weapon: $5500
S-49 Automatic Shotgun: $2000

Machine Guns:
HMG-1 18x121mm Machine Gun: $10,000
LMG-1 9x90mm Machine Gun: $8,000

Sniper Rifles:
RCR-41 Semiautomatic Sniper Rifle With Digital Scope: $6000
RCR-41 Beta AMR: $12000
Anti-Life Form Rifle: $13000
TCR-45 Bolt Action Collector's Edition: $15,000

RPGs:
AT-05 105mm: $7,000
RPG-7VL ('Nam Surplus): $100

ATGMs:
Blowtorch ATGM with Launcher: $50,000 (w/o: $20,000)
FireEater ATGM: $18,000

Shoulder Launched AA Missiles:
SG-05: $50,000

Melee:
Combat Knife:$50
Machete: $100
Nanocrystalline Tungsten Folding Filleting Knife: $200
Chinese Sword (great for symbolically challenging Yakuzas): $850

Protection:
Level 8 light buckyplastic bulletproof vest: $4,000

Other:
*C4: $100 a kilo
*C4 Middle East Grade: 10 cents a kilo
*Bomb making electronics: $20 a kit.

Drugs:
*Cocaine: $20 a kilo and 30% cut (1 time deal, 5 kilos only)
*Heroin $40 a kilo and 30% cut (1 time dea, 5 kilos only l)

Dragon looked at the list, and thought long and hard, smiling at the prices. A pretty lady selling him top quality guns? These guys knew how to do things!

He then said, "I'll take 650 Bombmaking Kits, about 20 Chinese Swords-I swear those monkeys at the Shinjuku Rounders took ours-20 SG-05s, 20 Blowtorches with launchers, and 45 Anti-Life Form rifles, and 1000 BR-2 carbines and 200 Level 8 vests, and 2000 S-49s. Total is USD$9,615,000."

Jothias saw Nakamura make his speech, and asked the bartender to arrange a meeting with him. Something wasn't right, he though, Why was Vasily so bothered about no guns, and yet insisted on as many bodyguards as Nakamura wanted? He ordered a still mineral water anddrank it in one. Someone is going to get royally fucked over this one

Ronaldo said, "No problem, sir. Mr. Nakamura, this man wishe to talk to you!"

Nakamura walked up to Jothias and sat down in a nearby stool. He then said, "So.....you must be another hire. Tell me, what was it you wished to discuss?"

"Well firstly, i'm pretty much stranded here in Upper Xen, and i need to scrape the money together for some fake passports to get home. I'm looking for any work you can give me, and if you have any accomodation for employees then i'd be gratefull. I've had three years Standard Infantry experience, one year Special Forces before going into policing for two years as a SWAT Captain. On top of that, I've been working for a certain Mercenary Corporation for five years now, and i resigned very recently.
I need a change of pace, and thanks to Fujinko i think i've found a group i can trust."
He sat back in his chair, and akin to most Concremians, no emotion was visible in his eyes.
"And just so you know, two spotters from the Mob are holed up down the road, number 39, They get their dinner from the nearby Itallian Restaurant. I dont trust this Vasily, and you can ask anyone i have ever worked with... you shouldn't trust who i dont trust. I suggest grabbing the guys tomorow evening when they go out to eat, and getting all the information possible about the meet, and what Vasily is really up to."

"Well firstly, i'm pretty much stranded here in Upper Xen, and i need to scrape the money together for some fake passports to get home. I'm looking for any work you can give me, and if you have any accomodation for employees then i'd be gratefull. I've had three years Standard Infantry experience, one year Special Forces before going into policing for two years as a SWAT Captain. On top of that, I've been working for a certain Mercenary Corporation for five years now, and i resigned very recently.
I need a change of pace, and thanks to Fujinko i think i've found a group i can trust."
He sat back in his chair, and akin to most Concremians, no emotion was visible in his eyes.
"And just so you know, two spotters from the Mob are holed up down the road, number 39, They get their dinner from the nearby Itallian Restaurant. I dont trust this Vasily, and you can ask anyone i have ever worked with... you shouldn't trust who i dont trust. I suggest grabbing the guys tomorow evening when they go out to eat, and getting all the information possible about the meet, and what Vasily is really up to."

Nakamura said, "Hmmm....you have a point. Thanks, Jothias. As for you, well, I might need you for a counter raid, if the Russians do decide to play a double cross. I'll get Mr. Zaitzev; he might be able to rustle up something."

Nakamura then walked up to Zaitzev, and asked inside, "Pardon me....it looks like you're hired. I need you to do something for me. Some Russians want to meet me tonight, but one of my men has some second thoughts....perhaps you would be interested in seeing if the Russians have anything planned?"

((I will assume that New Dornilia and Upper Xen are the same person))

"Thanks for your time," he said, "You won't regret it."
He turned to leave, but stopped and said to Nakamara;
"One more thing, I want to be there tonight, 1 AM, covering you and the J-Mods with a decent rifle and a stack of ammo. If anything happens, it'll be Vasily and the Mob that get the pain."

As IcT got the note she excused herself from Sitha and Areis and headed up to Nakamura's office. She then waited outside till he was done what he was doing.

"Good. Now, I'll throw in the drugs we have for free if you can give us a little bit of advice on a good place to start a branch office in. Upper Xen is largely untapped territory for us and we'd like to take advantage of some of the business opportunities here."

Xuan smiled. A decent sale today. If things went smoothly, there would be plenty more in the future...

As IcT got the note she excused herself from Sitha and Areis and headed up to Nakamura's office. She then waited outside till he was done what he was doing.

Nakamura then said, "Thank you Jothias.....you are indeed a true friend."

He bowed, and then left to meet IcT. He then said to her, "Got the message? The Russkies co-opted us; they wish to hold the meet instead."

"Good. Now, I'll throw in the drugs we have for free if you can give us a little bit of advice on a good place to start a branch office in. Upper Xen is largely untapped territory for us and we'd like to take advantage of some of the business opportunities here."

Xuan smiled. A decent sale today. If things went smoothly, there would be plenty more in the future...

Dragon said, "Macau is nice...casinos, women, drugs......perfect place to set up shop; its like Vegas, only Chinese. You won't get much opposition there, except for the occasional Police visit. And, it is only a ferry's ride away from Hong Kong...."

He then said, "Barring that, there's money to be made in war profiteering and Reconstruction, try Wuhan, Shanghai, Tokyo, Sendai, Kagoshima. Or Fuzhou, where the smugglers live."

"Do you know where the meeting is?" IcT asked

"Do you know where the meeting is?" IcT asked

Nakamura said, "Anton's Russian Foods."

"Does it have close-circut camera's or does it have to be wired?" She asked

"Does it have close-circut camera's or does it have to be wired?" She asked

Nakamura thought for a moment and said: "I think they've got closed circuit cameras. I went there for peirogies, saw a camera staring in my face...anyway, they have CCTV."

"I should be able to link to thier system. Do you have any pull with building commisions?" She asked

Jothias left the club with his bag and money, heading towards the Gun Store he stopped at previously and picked up the new body armour on export from Concremo. It was thin, light and meshed with tungsten with the bulk of it as plastic buckyballs and a thin layer of knife-proof kevlar. He knew it wouldn't do much to stop an Anti-Material rifle, or even a large caliber machine gun, but he expected little, if any return fire.
He used his PDA as he walked, having his last paycheque from the AMC wired to a nameless bankaccount in Upper Xen. He drew $30,000 from the next cashpoint, and went off to find Gerry.

Half an our later his bag held an AWM Rifle more, and every free inch was filled with magazines for his various weapons. On his way back he went past the Meet point and found a vantage point where he would be covered by a small wall and a blinding lamp pointed from his position to the designated area.

He then detoured past the Mob spotters, spending a few minutes watching the windows over an unread newspaper. He finally wound up back at the club, and asked the Barkeeper about local accomodation.

"I should be able to link to thier system. Do you have any pull with building commisions?" She asked

Nakamura said, "No, but I know some crooked cops with access to wiretaps and other stuff. Why?"

Xuan thought for a second.

"Given where we're from, I really don't think reconstruction profiteering up north is a good idea. Anyway... Macau seems like a nice place to be, I don't think there as many Italians live there anyway."

"Well, thanks."

Xuan dropped the multiple kilo bricks of drugs at Dragon's feet, then waited for him to disappear (ooc: I assume he's already paid.)

"It would make survailence easier." IcT replied

"It would make survailence easier." IcT replied

Nakamura said, "Excellent."

He called up some of his friends. Sure enough, an exchange occured on the phone, and after five minutes of "Yo!" and "Look buddy..." the deal was made. HE hung up, and told IcT:

"Some boys from HKPD Plainclothes will be at Anton's at about....say 11pm. They'll rig wiretaps and other electronic goodies. Meet them, to coordinate things-Cell Phones are ill-advised for this sort of thing."

Xuan thought for a second.

"Given where we're from, I really don't think reconstruction profiteering up north is a good idea. Anyway... Macau seems like a nice place to be, I don't think there as many Italians live there anyway."

"Well, thanks."

Xuan dropped the multiple kilo bricks of drugs at Dragon's feet, then waited for him to disappear (ooc: I assume he's already paid.)

Dragon collected the goods, and bowed. "Thank you, Ma'am. It was a pleasure doing business."

As the crew left to get in their Caddys to leave, Dragon said, "Need help getting into Macau? Or are you okay? I know some people....."

"I'll be there." IcT replies as she heads down stairs.

ooc: what time is it?

Jothias left the club with his bag and money, heading towards the Gun Store he stopped at previously and picked up the new body armour on export from Concremo. It was thin, light and meshed with tungsten with the bulk of it as plastic buckyballs and a thin layer of knife-proof kevlar. He knew it wouldn't do much to stop an Anti-Material rifle, or even a large caliber machine gun, but he expected little, if any return fire.
He used his PDA as he walked, having his last paycheque from the AMC wired to a nameless bankaccount in Upper Xen. He drew $30,000 from the next cashpoint, and went off to find Gerry.

Half an our later his bag held an AWM Rifle more, and every free inch was filled with magazines for his various weapons. On his way back he went past the Meet point and found a vantage point where he would be covered by a small wall and a blinding lamp pointed from his position to the designated area.

He then detoured past the Mob spotters, spending a few minutes watching the windows over an unread newspaper. He finally wound up back at the club, and asked the Barkeeper about local accomodation.

The Bartender, Ronaldo, said "Well, the Peninsula Hotel is famous....of course it is pricey. So, the nice choice...there is a Hyatt in Wanchai. I'd take care-the Suzie Wong Group rules the roost there, but they kinda like us. Barring that, try the YMCA Hostel in Tsim Sha Tsui."

"I'll be there." IcT replies as she heads down stairs.

ooc: what time is it?

OOC: It is about 10:30.

IC:

Nakamura then went up to his closet, and opened it. He began taking out a sawed off Remington 870, an M4 with an M203 grenade launcher, a L1A1 Suzie Wong Special, a flak vest, and lots of spare clips. Cleaning the guns and loading the clips, he was ensuring everything worked.

Afterwards, he got out, put everything back, and returned to the bar.

She then said, "Hmmm...Mr. Nakamura may be interested in hearing this. Please follow me."

She led him to the same office where Nakamura was. He said, "Hello, Mr. Zaitzev!"

He said, "Whiskey?"

Zakharii sat down with Nakamura and placed his coat in his lap while setting his briefcase on the floor. He cocked his hat and put his full "business" look on his face. "Yes, Mr. Nakamura. I don't drink much, 'specialy when I'm here on business occasions, but what the hell." Zakharii slurped down his glass of whiskey before continuing. "So, Mr Nakamura, I have explained what I am useful for. Let us talk about what is useful to you."

Zakharii sat down with Nakamura and placed his coat in his lap while setting his briefcase on the floor. He cocked his hat and put his full "business" look on his face. "Yes, Mr. Nakamura. I don't drink much, 'specialy when I'm here on business occasions, but what the hell." Zakharii slurped down his glass of whiskey before continuing. "So, Mr Nakamura, I have explained what I am useful for. Let us talk about what is useful to you."

Nakamura then said to Zaitzev, "Perhaps you could help me. This may seem sudden, but the Russians have arranged a meeting that one of my new hires finds....suspicious?"

He then said, "I want to see if you can find out any information about this. All I got was Anton's Russian Foods, Kowloon Tong, and an order for no guns to be brought to the meet. IcT is handling ELINT surveliance-I want you to do HUMINT."

IcT headed down to the store to meet the people.

"I'm fine, thanks for the help..."

Xuan waited for Dragon to leave, then got ready to depart.

~*~*~*~

Macao:

This place was isolated... Nothing much here besides independent pimps, drug dealers and casino strongmen. Xuan sat in the currently empty front, a future stripclub/shady underaged prostitute whorehouse/semi-legal casino/downright illegal drug and arms dealership.

Thugs were moving everything in and technicians were installing things. Business would proceed smoothly... Now to first get rid of some competition.

~*~*~*

The back office of a local restaurant:

Michael Fujimoro, professional pimp, cut up a few lines of coke on a mirror, then handed a rolled up $100 bill to an eager looking young whore.

"Come on baby, be somebody..." he rasped.

"Be dead..."

Michael had apparently not heard someone enter the restaurant. Not that the Vietcong assassin let himself be heard anyway. The asssassin smiled an evil smile as he ventilated Michael with a 3" inch 000 buckshot round from a sawed off Remington 870. He then pointed the gun at the whore

"You're working for me now... got that? And wipe yer' fucken' nose bitch."

((OOC: Hmmm... Yeah. >_> I might have to drop out, it's hard for me to keep up, and I'm afraid that by the time I'm able to respond to anything important, it'd be moot. @_@))


Areis got up from her stool and bowed to Nakamura. "Hello. I'm Areis, a Muna Preistess from Gnufasur. I have a message from... Well, a Spirit who knew you in life, he said. But, he's gone now." She sighs. "That's the ploblem with places like these. It's easy for the spirits to become lost in all the background noise. Anyways, umh... Well, I hear you're offering some sort of job. If you want, I'd be glad to offer my services to you." She gives him another sweeping bow.

"I'm fine, thanks for the help..."

Xuan waited for Dragon to leave, then got ready to depart.

~*~*~*~

Macao:

This place was isolated... Nothing much here besides independent pimps, drug dealers and casino strongmen. Xuan sat in the currently empty front, a future stripclub/shady underaged prostitute whorehouse/semi-legal casino/downright illegal drug and arms dealership.

Thugs were moving everything in and technicians were installing things. Business would proceed smoothly... Now to first get rid of some competition.

~*~*~*

The back office of a local restaurant:

Michael Fujimoro, professional pimp, cut up a few lines of coke on a mirror, then handed a rolled up $100 bill to an eager looking young whore.

"Come on baby, be somebody..." he rasped.

"Be dead..."

Michael had apparently not heard someone enter the restaurant. Not that the Vietcong assassin let himself be heard anyway. The asssassin smiled an evil smile as he ventilated Michael with a 3" inch 000 buckshot round from a sawed off Remington 870. He then pointed the gun at the whore

"You're working for me now... got that? And wipe yer' fucken' nose bitch."

Dragon left, and returned to Hong Kong a wiser, happier man.

"Damn, those guys were eager for us to go, weren't they!? Ah well."

He put down his guns at the tables in the Hall. The Triad Hall was a simple area, masquerading as a Community Center. Some center it was, what with prostitutes, rap music, and booze floating about.

Dragon then sat down at the couch. He smoked a Camel cigarette, and then puffed, saying, "The deal was done...now, we wait for our friends in the Cong to establish themselves."

One man looked at the new swords. "I kinda like these boss. They're....cool."

Dragon said, none too smugly, "Of course they are, man. They're Chinese. Like us. Smooth Mothers."

One of the thugs said, "Boss...there's word. The Shinjuku Rounders are sparring with the Russians. Wanna kick some turniphead ass?"

Dragon said, "In time..."

((OOC: Hmmm... Yeah. >_> I might have to drop out, it's hard for me to keep up, and I'm afraid that by the time I'm able to respond to anything important, it'd be moot. @_@))


Areis got up from her stool and bowed to Nakamura. "Hello. I'm Areis, a Muna Preistess from Gnufasur. I have a message from... Well, a Spirit who knew you in life, he said. But, he's gone now." She sighs. "That's the ploblem with places like these. It's easy for the spirits to become lost in all the background noise. Anyways, umh... Well, I hear you're offering some sort of job. If you want, I'd be glad to offer my services to you." She gives him another sweeping bow.

OOC: No, its fine. I'll try to slow down, if possible.

IC:

Nakamura said, "Well....exorcist, eh? Hmmm....."

He thought, and said, "What did this spirit say?"

ooc: note, the Vietcong's is 100% Vietnamese (duh)

Areis nodded. "Yes, an exocerist, medium. I can see, hear and communicate with the dead. Umh, I guess, from what I've seen and overheard, I can asks the spirits if they could like... Umh, evesdrop for me. You know, listen in to other people's conversations, and such."

He then asked her what the spirit she had followed her said, "Well, I was in Gnufasur when it came to me. It simply said that it needed to tell you something, before it crossed over. It wouldn't tell me what though, said he'd only say it in your presence. So, he lead me here, but I'm guessing if he didn't get lost among all the haunts this place has, then he was forced to cross-over. It happens sometimes." She blushed and offered him a weak, sheepish grin.

IcT headed down to the store to meet the people.

The dirty HKPD were there, assembling the materials and hooking everything up, quietly and quickly, disguised as city utility workers.

One man soon stepped out and said, "You must be IcT. Mr. Nak said he was expecting you here....we wiretapped the place, and hooked into the CCTV lines-the rest is up to you. Any suggestions?"

"Let's see if they bothered to shield this." She said to herself as she pulled out a gizmo. She then plugged both the video and audio feeds as well as the gizmo feed into tri-plug which she attached to her laptop. "Now let see if they pick anything up."

ooc: the gizmo is an IR scanner

*Sitha looks around at all the *stress*? and then sees Mr Nakamura*
"Sir can i come along on this one?"
"It would be good to stop drinking for an hour ot two"
"Plus something doesent feel right"
"And if it doesent feel right you gonna need as many men as you can get"

Zakharii looked at Nakamura, and the cogs in his head turned for a few moments before he replied. "Getting an agent in place is rather easy for you...businessmen. Most of you are motivated primarily by money. A simple bribe often works on the smart ones. It will take a while to court a spy, but it can be done. I would need to meet with some of the Russian mob members, scope them out, and find out who is likely to flip for cash. I can probably do this if you can tell me where I can find some Mob members." Zakharii glanced up and called out to the others. "Any ideas?"

*Sitha looks around at all the *stress*? and then sees Mr Nakamura*
"Sir can i come along on this one?"
"It would be good to stop drinking for an hour ot two"
"Plus something doesent feel right"
"And if it doesent feel right you gonna need as many men as you can get"

Nakamura said, "Good plan...if they wanna pull something with explosives-well, I know who can help me deal with those."

Zakharii looked at Nakamura, and the cogs in his head turned for a few moments before he replied. "Getting an agent in place is rather easy for you...businessmen. Most of you are motivated primarily by money. A simple bribe often works on the smart ones. It will take a while to court a spy, but it can be done. I would need to meet with some of the Russian mob members, scope them out, and find out who is likely to flip for cash. I can probably do this if you can tell me where I can find some Mob members." Zakharii glanced up and called out to the others. "Any ideas?"

Nakamura said, "The Russians meet in a diner, some hole in the wall named the Liberty Bar. An American restaurant. Greasy spoon. The meet itself is going to take place at Anton's Russian Foods. Will it be a problem if the meet is to be at 1 am?"

"Let's see if they bothered to shield this." She said to herself as she pulled out a gizmo. She then plugged both the video and audio feeds as well as the gizmo feed into tri-plug which she attached to her laptop. "Now let see if they pick anything up."

ooc: the gizmo is an IR scanner

Sure enough, the basic commercial grade CCTV and security equipment at Anton's didn't block a thing. An all-access view was given inside. And, it just so happened that a guy inside, maybe an after-hours man, was fixing the wiring....with something odd.

Whatever it was, it sure wasn't new wires or fuses. And he had a man covering him with an AK. So this was something major.

"Interesting, someone in there is splicing something into the wires, and he's being guarded by a guy with a gun." IcT muttered under her breath. "Let's see if they're in view of a camera." She then switched to the cameras and switched around looking for one that could be focused on the two people.

Zakharii looked at his watch, a cheap looking one. "Yes, I can make it, I suppose. It'll be hard, but I can. Anyways, I'll leave a package in your mailbox if I find a potential agent. It would be best if the Russians didn't see me here. Also, be sure to not tell anyone. You never know how many people might talk or not."

"Interesting, someone in there is splicing something into the wires, and he's being guarded by a guy with a gun." IcT muttered under her breath. "Let's see if they're in view of a camera." She then switched to the cameras and switched around looking for one that could be focused on the two people.

The man had some putty looking substance in his hands, and was working it around the wires to a thing that looked like....a detonator. A Xenizen M45 Detonator, used with C4.

Sound could be heard, one of the cops could hear Russian on the taps, and translated it as, "Hurry!" and "Do you want this to be a dud!? I have to get this right!"

Zakharii looked at his watch, a cheap looking one. "Yes, I can make it, I suppose. It'll be hard, but I can. Anyways, I'll leave a package in your mailbox if I find a potential agent. It would be best if the Russians didn't see me here. Also, be sure to not tell anyone. You never know how many people might talk or not."

Nakamura said, "Relax, your secret is safe with me..."

"Alright, can you reach Nakamura on the phone?" IcT asked

Areis, having relayed what she knew about the Spirit which she had now misplaced, takes a seat on the barstool once again, watching Nakamura and the others in the bar.

"Alright, can you reach Nakamura on the phone?" IcT asked

The head HKPD said, "Sure."

He produced a cell phone from his pocket, and said, "If this is no good, use the phone booth."

He then presented the phone to her, in a not-so-eager manner.

IcT takes the phone and waits for Nakamura to pick up.

Areis, having relayed what she knew about the Spirit which she had now misplaced, takes a seat on the barstool once again, watching Nakamura and the others in the bar.

Nakamura then said coming back and ordering a scotch on the rocks, "Interesting...tell me. Where are you from, perhaps? And can your power...perhaps.....read minds?"

00C:And it begins!!! Sorry for no replie email notification turned off =(
"Your phone boss"

IcT takes the phone and waits for Nakamura to pick up.

OOC: This is before the question, Gnufasur.

IC:

Nakamura picked up the phone in great haste, the tune of the loud annoying cell phone buzzer really getting on him.

He said, "Hello?"

"Nakamura, this is IcT, it looks like they are planning to blow the building." She said

((OOC: And this takes place after the phone call. :P))


Areis blinked. "Umh, I'm from Gnufasur, I said that when I introduced myself, remember? Well, it's okay. Not many people have heard of Gnufasur, so I'm not surprised you forgot. Er, hmm... As for reading people's minds, not really sure. I for one have never tried it, but I AM a gifted Psychic. It's how I communicate with the dead. Hmmm... Well, I guess the only real way to find out is to try, nya?"

She glances at her Spirit Guide, "Think I can do it?" She asks the feline spirit, which responds rather flatly. Maybe. But, I make no promises...

She gives it a smug smirk, "Thanks, you're just loads of positive reinforcement, aren't you?" She gives a despondent sigh. "Well, here goes nothing..."

Clearing her throat, Areis focuses her Spirit energy, using it to reach out, almost as if she were searching for a lost spirit. Yet, instead of a spirit, she reaches out for Nakamura's mind, to peer into his thoughts and hear them...


((OOC2: Xen, your call if Areis successfully reads Nakamura's mind or not.))

*Sitha stares in amazement while taking another drag from his cigerret*
"Shit what the fuck?"
"Amazing all i can say"


00C"come on xen come back online

((OOC: Eh, this was going to be a long arse post involving me tryiung to be like Inez from Nadesico and explaining Telepathy and all, but at the last moment, I decided not to... >_> Basically, Xen, the whole idea of the post was that Nakamura should *sense* that Areis is trying to read his mind, although he might not know it at first. Basically what he'll feel is a soft cradling sensation in his head, like someone holding his head gently, followed by very subtle probing sensations. It's symbolic of Areis's Psychic mind reaching out like a pair of hands to touch the target's mind, and the fingers digging in to grab ahold of anything they can find. Again, Nakamura shouldn't really realize it at first, and it should really be nothing more then an... Unusual sensation...
Then again, it's your character, and I don't mean to intrude or tell you how to role play your characters. Feel free to react anyway you see fit. ^_^;; Just, thought a bit of guidelines or some such would be helpful... >_>))

OOC:hey xen can u tg me ur msn yahoo or icq if you have one that way ill know when your on also feel free anyone else who wuld like to chat/talk about plans for upcoming rps

Jothias checked into the Peninsula Hotel and put a weeks worth of payment on the desk. Pricey is an understatement, he thought, I need some funds soon.

He then went towards the Meet Point, to set up at his vantage point and get a feel for the area. He sought out the second hotel Ronaldo had mentioned, controlled by the Suzie Wong group, or something like that. He had an idea, it would be risky but it would be one hell of a safety net incase things went awry tonight.

He found a shady drug dealer on the corner, and after a small bribe and some thinly veiled threats he got an address and telephone number for someone in the Suzie Wong Group. He called from his PDA, on his way to Antonios.

"Hey, this is someone from the J-Mods, I want to sort something out concerning the Mob, its urgent."


((i am assuming UX will rp the SWG))

"Nakamura, this is IcT, it looks like they are planning to blow the building." She said

Nakamura said, "I knew it! THose f**kers were planning something! Thank you! "

He then said, "Okay...this is gonna be a little viddy horrowshow. Here's how we'll play it. As soon as Zaitzev gets a positive confirmation about Vasily, I'm gonna skip the meet. IcT, get the HKPD to record that footage, and store it for later, in case the Russkies decide to start asking. At the time of entry, instead of sending me, we'll deploy a Troop, and wait for the Russkies to arrive. Jothias will be there already by that time.....He and the Troop will deal with those that do show up."

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Nakamura's mind, sure enough, was penetrated by Aeris' little spirit. He felt a little tingly sensation, but as he was a man used to scotch with every meal, it was an old feeling. It showed a mind that thought of scotch, bright light, Postal 2, Gundam, and how to kick some Russian ass, especially after learning of the stunt they were gonna pull.

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The female voice on the other side replied to Jothias in a crusty Cockney C-Mod Accent that was none too happy to hear the J-Mod part: "Yeah? You're wahn of those posers, in'cha? 'eaven and 'ell, looks loike they ran aahhht of fresh Claret."

(OOC: "Yeah? You're one of those posers, aren't you? Well, looks like they ran out of fresh blood.")

The woman thought, and said, "You said the bloody mob? As in the bleedin' russian mob, tough guys, streetfighter extraodinaires? 'eaven and 'ell.....we daan't normally give aid ter posers, but since you'll be wanted by a few interestin' people...fine. Wot do ya want us ter do?"

(OOC: "You said the Mob? As in the Russian Mob, tough guys, streetfighter extraodinaires? Well.....we don't normally give aid to posers, but since you'll be wanted by a few interesting people...fine. What do you want us to do?")

He chuckled, "First off i'm a long-term temporary hire for the J-Mods, and dont plan staying too longer than i have to, and second the Russians have asked for an unarmed meet at Antonios to discuss the recent... events. I have my suspicions about it, and Nakamura should be getting back to me any time soon, hes getting the whole thing checked out. I think it will be a drive-by, or maybe even a helicopter job if they have the funds, and Nakamura and his boys will be sitting ducks. I suggest you have people ready to bring hell to the Mob if anything is the slightest out of place. I will be covering Nakamura myself from a rooftop, so Vasily will be out the way if its a double cross. I hope the J-Mods and C-Mods can work together in future. The meet is 1 AM, Antonios, tonight."
He hung up and called Nakamura
"Its Jothias. I have the equipment and i'm going to the vantage point now. I got the C-Mods to watch our backs. You can trust them."
He hung up without waiting for a reply and set off to the building near Antonios, a large office block with a rather handy fire escape and about 300 yards from the meet point, giving him a perfect view whilst protecting him and yet still within range of a good rifle with modest ammunition.
Vasily would be on his own, so he changed the fire mechinism for a bolt-action peice and added a silencer. One shot was all he needed, and from what he heard about the Mob, there was a lot of tempation to put holes in Vasily anyway. Betrayal or not.

He chuckled, "First off i'm a long-term temporary hire for the J-Mods, and dont plan staying too longer than i have to, and second the Russians have asked for an unarmed meet at Antonios to discuss the recent... events. I have my suspicions about it, and Nakamura should be getting back to me any time soon, hes getting the whole thing checked out. I think it will be a drive-by, or maybe even a helicopter job if they have the funds, and Nakamura and his boys will be sitting ducks. I suggest you have people ready to bring hell to the Mob if anything is the slightest out of place. I will be covering Nakamura myself from a rooftop, so Vasily will be out the way if its a double cross. I hope the J-Mods and C-Mods can work together in future. The meet is 1 AM, Antonios, tonight."
He hung up and called Nakamura
"Its Jothias. I have the equipment and i'm going to the vantage point now. I got the C-Mods to watch our backs. You can trust them."
He hung up without waiting for a reply and set off to the building near Antonios, a large office block with a rather handy fire escape and about 300 yards from the meet point, giving him a perfect view whilst protecting him and yet still within range of a good rifle with modest ammunition.
Vasily would be on his own, so he changed the fire mechinism for a bolt-action peice and added a silencer. One shot was all he needed, and from what he heard about the Mob, there was a lot of tempation to put holes in Vasily anyway. Betrayal or not.

Nakamura was surprised. The C-Mods? Normally, they'd be shooting those guys, much less trusting them to watch each other. Alas, the times called for it.

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The Suzies soon assembled their own Vespas and Land Rovers. Arming themselves, they equipped themselves with M16s, L1A1 Suzie Wong Specials, a modified version that gave the gun a 100rd magazine and a 2-shot burst, Hi Powers, MAC-10s, and began driving in a massive Mod rally towards Kowloon. They rode in style, typical Mod arrogance mixed with a sense of "girl power," as much of the Suzies were, well, women.

The leader then said, "Look.....we move to Anton's Russian foods. Then, at 1 AM, when those Russkies fight....we fight back. Got it!"

The Suzies released a war whoop, and the band moved out.

ooc: UX, come online if you can, I have an idea.

"I've already got it hooked to a RD, so what should I do while waiting?" IcT replied

*Sitha had an idea and pulled Mr Nakamura aside*
"Hmmmm sir what i could do i swap around the controls of the bomb renderng it under my power while the russians sit on there asses waiting for us to die theyll have to show up or lose face and when they do we leave and bang weve got ourselfves a few dead russians"

OOC: Sorry I'm late, physics work.

IC:

Nakamura said, "Hmm...I've got a plan going....I like that. We rig the bomb, we blow the Russkies up, and sic the Suzies on them. Brilliant."

He then replied to IcT: "Sitha's gonna try to redirect the bomb controls. Will that be possible from your end, or will he have to come down himself?"

*Sitha lites up a smoke and grabs a big glass of vodka*
"I Love this job YEYAH"

"We'd need to connect a remote link as they have it on remote. If you could tell me what frequency it was I might be able to re-frequencise it but it'd be just as likely to blow. I'd suggest Sitha coming over." IcT replied

*Sitha grabs his bag of "goodies" which weighs down his arm*
"Ok im readdy to go it"
"It will be easier for me to go"
"Btw i need a mobile phone for the remote or else ill have to time it"

ooc: RD, please stop re-posting, and delete the two 'bump' posts. If your interested in another thread try this one
http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?p=9028466#post9028466

00C:opps didnt realise it was posting everytime i hit refresh sorry!!!

Areis raised one eyebrow, as she recalled her spirit energy, having brushed Nakamura's surface thoughts. "You're thinking about Scotch. Postal 2...? Also, Mechas. Like, Krowemoh's AGWS*, but bigger, and... More powerful, me thinks. And you're thinking about how the Russians are planning to blow up the building you're going to meet them at..." She nods, then looks to Nakamura for confirmation.


((OOC: * = AGWS =Anti-Gravity Weapons System. A Krowemohian Mecha designed for hostile ship boarding actions, and capital ship point defense (Shooting down fighters and missiles, mostly). They're about half as big as a Gundam, and pack much less fire power. Pronounced: 'Eggs'))

Areis raised one eyebrow, as she recalled her spirit energy, having brushed Nakamura's surface thoughts. "You're thinking about Scotch. Postal 2...? Also, Mechas. Like, Krowemoh's AGWS*, but bigger, and... More powerful, me thinks. And you're thinking about how the Russians are planning to blow up the building you're going to meet them at..." She nods, then looks to Nakamura for confirmation.


((OOC: * = AGWS =Anti-Gravity Weapons System. A Krowemohian Mecha designed for hostile ship boarding actions, and capital ship point defense (Shooting down fighters and missiles, mostly). They're about half as big as a Gundam, and pack much less fire power. Pronounced: 'Eggs'))

Nakamura nearly spit out his scotch, and said, "Holy mother of-that was exactly what I was thinking! I like your style....."

He then said, "Can your powers be used for...shall we say...interrogation?"

*Sitha grabs his bag of "goodies" which weighs down his arm*
"Ok im readdy to go it"
"It will be easier for me to go"
"Btw i need a mobile phone for the remote or else ill have to time it"

Nakamura then threw Sitha a spare mobile phone. "Here's my old LG 4500, I don't need it. I've got myself a new one already."

Areis shrugs. "I guess, sure. I mean, as long as they aren't say... Powerful Psychics, I can read what they're thinking, can tell when they lie, and when they're telling the truth." She nods, and smiles. "So, got anything planned for me to do, like now-ish?"


((OOC: Areis has learned how to read people's minds! Yay! :D))

*Sitha grabs the phone and sets that if it rings it will set off the console to the m45 all he has to do now is to hook up the phone and take away the time theyve put on there console*
"How are we getting there?"
"I kinda need a lift sorry bout that"

Areis shrugs. "I guess, sure. I mean, as long as they aren't say... Powerful Psychics, I can read what they're thinking, can tell when they lie, and when they're telling the truth." She nods, and smiles. "So, got anything planned for me to do, like now-ish?"


((OOC: Areis has learned how to read people's minds! Yay! :D))

Nakamura said, "Hmmmm....perhaps....are you willing to psychically ensure that one of the gangs I hired to cover the scene of the meet is NOT gonna screw me over? Or would that be a bit much? I could have you do something else."

*Sitha grabs the phone and sets that if it rings it will set off the console to the m45 all he has to do now is to hook up the phone and take away the time theyve put on there console*
"How are we getting there?"
"I kinda need a lift sorry bout that"

Nakamura clapped his hands, and Kaede, the young schoolgirl, came over again.

He then said to her, "Kaede, take the Caddy, drive Mr. Sitha to the meeting. Got it?"

She bowed, said "Hai," and said to Sitha, "Let's go, oniisan."

She led him to a Cadillac CTS, and let him in the side seat. She got in, and started the car, driving like mad to the meeting area....

*Sitha takes off his shirt dressing in carbon bullet proof armour.Getting readdy loading his desert eagle and his sawn off holding his bag close to him making sure everything is in order.His eyes sudenly shut as he plans it out i his mind*

"Is that the place there?.Looks like crap"
"At least they could hace chose a nice place eh?

*The cadalac comes to a roling stop as Sitha jumps out and shouts a thanks to the driver he looks around scouting out the area*

Areis nodded, looking to her Spirit Guide. "Any spirits here I can use for... Umh... Enforcement?"

The feline spirit gave her a look. He's rubbing off on you... Alright. Let me take a look around... With that, the guide leapt off of Areis' shoulder, disappearing.

Areis glances back to Nakamura. "I guess, sure. I'm having my Spirit Guide find me some ghosts to do my bidding, should I find out that someone is playing to..." She started making quotation marks with her fingers, "'Screw you over.'" She stopped making the quotation motions with her fingers. "As long as I don't get shot, or anything. I wouldn't mind..."

Areis nodded, looking to her Spirit Guide. "Any spirits here I can use for... Umh... Enforcement?"

The feline spirit gave her a look. He's rubbing off on you... Alright. Let me take a look around... With that, the guide leapt off of Areis' shoulder, disappearing.

Areis glances back to Nakamura. "I guess, sure. I'm having my Spirit Guide find me some ghosts to do my bidding, should I find out that someone is playing to..." She started making quotation marks with her fingers, "'Screw you over.'" She stopped making the quotation motions with her fingers. "As long as I don't get shot, or anything. I wouldn't mind..."

Nakamura said, responding, "Not at all...rest assuredly, on my watch, you're safe. Considering your unique skills, you look like somebody who, though quite capable of self-defense, could always some more defense. I can summon some bodyguards, if you wish."

OOC: This is Upper Xen.

*Sitha takes off his shirt dressing in carbon bullet proof armour.Getting readdy loading his desert eagle and his sawn off holding his bag close to him making sure everything is in order.His eyes sudenly shut as he plans it out i his mind*

"Is that the place there?.Looks like crap"
"At least they could hace chose a nice place eh?

*The cadalac comes to a roling stop as Sitha jumps out and shouts a thanks to the driver he looks around scouting out the area*

Kaede drove to a side alley, loading and cocking a Mini-Uzi to prepare for any intruders. She picked an alley off to the side, to avoid detection.

Anton's was a tiny little shop, large enough for a meeting, but still, a hole in the wall. So far, nothing was there. But it was about 11:30-12:00, so it was only about an hour towards meeting time....

00C:am i to go in now>? or later sorry bout the rush

00C:am i to go in now>? or later sorry bout the rush

OOC: Go in now, to redirect the bomb. I believe that was the plan.

00C:gonna try to properly format this post

Sitha rushed inside.Out of the cold into a warm bright room.It took his eyes a second to adjust to the light.He walked to the counter to find no one.It looked like it had been deserted.Absolutly empty.He walked into the small back room which was still being gaurded by one man he could hear him breathing heavely.He must not have been readdy for much he might have thought he was just there to preotect the place make sure no one tryed to rob it or something.Next moment a grenade comes flying into the room plooms of somke full the room.Sitha slips on his gasmask and slowly aproches the man looking streight into his eyes at this moment his life flashed befor his eyes he was secretly thinking he was going to die.If he did at least he went out in style.He pulled out the shinny sliver pistol along the side it read deset eagle 5.0.He shot once capping the soulders knee he quickly ran up and disarmed him.Tying him up and taking his automatic rifle as a reminder.He would take him back with him mybe they could squeeze something out of him.

He aproched the loose boards in the floor where IcT had seen the men fooling with the wires.He pulled up the plank revealing the plastic explosives he pulled out his wire kit and his small toolbox.He imediatly lit a ciggeret.He began to cut the plastic around the wires.Next he took out His own wire and inserting it into the bottom of the phone.Next he hooked up the wires The mobile phone screen and the bomb console went funny.His chance was now.He lifted off the bombs console rendering it under his control.He took out more explosize and stuck more and more of it onto the ever increasing lump of brown plastic.Next he turned on the phone to loud ring mode and setting the call divert so that the bomb would blow up when rung.He butted his ciggeret onto his toungue and started to pack up the tied up man let out a snort.Quickly he grabed his doufle bag and slung his prisnor over his shoulder

He ran out onto the street.Running as fast as he could to the meeting place he got there without any one seeing him kocking on the door anoucing it was him.

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00C:gonna try to properly format this post

Sitha rushed inside.Out of the cold into a warm bright room.It took his eyes a second to adjust to the light.He walked to the counter to find no one.It looked like it had been deserted.Absolutly empty.He walked into the small back room which was still being gaurded by one man he could hear him breathing heavely.He must not have been readdy for much he might have thought he was just there to preotect the place make sure no one tryed to rob it or something.Next moment a grenade comes flying into the room plooms of somke full the room.Sitha slips on his gasmask and slowly aproches the man looking streight into his eyes at this moment his life flashed befor his eyes he was secretly thinking he was going to die.If he did at least he went out in style.He pulled out the shinny sliver pistol along the side it read deset eagle 5.0.He shot once capping the soulders knee he quickly ran up and disarmed him.Tying him up and taking his automatic rifle as a reminder.He would take him back with him mybe they could squeeze something out of him.

He aproched the loose boards in the floor where IcT had seen the men fooling with the wires.He pulled up the plank revealing the plastic explosives he pulled out his wire kit and his small toolbox.He imediatly lit a ciggeret.He began to cut the plastic around the wires.Next he took out His own wire and inserting it into the bottom of the phone.Next he hooked up the wires The mobile phone screen and the bomb console went funny.His chance was now.He lifted off the bombs console rendering it under his control.He took out more explosize and stuck more and more of it onto the ever increasing lump of brown plastic.Next he turned on the phone to loud ring mode and setting the call divert so that the bomb would blow up when rung.He butted his ciggeret onto his toungue and started to pack up the tied up man let out a snort.Quickly he grabed his doufle bag and slung his prisnor over his shoulder

He ran out onto the street.Running as fast as he could to the meeting place he got there without any one seeing him kocking on the door anoucing it was him.

00C:What did you think improvement?

OOC: Not bad. I like the sound of this.

00C:Cool i guess ive improved since i first strated posting on this forum

The gunshot rang out through the streets, there was shouting.
Large caliber handgun. Desert Eagle. He thought, as he adjusted his scope to see a man run down the street with another man over his shoulder. He held his fire, noticing the first man had been in the club earlier that day. His captive looked russian enough, and Jothias watched with interest as Sitha knocked on the door.

The gunshot rang out through the streets, there was shouting.
Large caliber handgun. Desert Eagle. He thought, as he adjusted his scope to see a man run down the street with another man over his shoulder. He held his fire, noticing the first man had been in the club earlier that day. His captive looked russian enough, and Jothias watched with interest as Sitha knocked on the door.

Kaede didn't like the sound of this. It sounded like something was wrong. She pulled out her mini-Uzi, and began to drive closer to the scene.

When she got near the rendezvous place, she saw Sitha running out with a Russian Mobster on his shoulder. She parked on another street, and rolled down her window, motioning to him, "Hurry! Let us go!"

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Vasily prepped his Makarov pistol, and sat down to eat a steak at the Liberty Bar. This was his favorite dive; he wished to eat here every time a major meet happened. In this case, he ate, but to keep up appearances. He wasn;t going. But still, he knew something wasn't right. Why was his bomb man not back yet?

He decided to go himself. He called his retinue, and they got in their Chevys, and drove to the scene.

Sitha hears the person shouting and picks up pass.Its starts to rain all around he keeps on running to the vehicle as fast as he can he slips the half concious body into the boot looking around to see if anybody was watching.Sitha was nervous he then moved to the front of the vehicle and sliped into the passanger seat.Lieteng a ciggy beads of rain dripped of his forehead

Where are we off to next driver?

Sitha hears the person shouting and picks up pass.Its starts to rain all around he keeps on running to the vehicle as fast as he can he slips the half concious body into the boot looking around to see if anybody was watching.Sitha was nervous he then moved to the front of the vehicle and sliped into the passanger seat.Lieteng a ciggy beads of rain dripped of his forehead

Where are we off to next driver?

Kaede said, "We'll bring the man to our safehouse, we have somewhere to lock him up."

She then began driving there, and promptly parked in a side alley.

Sitha sighed for a moument he thought he had walked into a trap he got out of the behicle and thanked the driver he wouderd what would happen next and if the bomb would be okay hidden under the floor board he had to tell boss the explosion would be big

Hey driver could you tell Mr Nakamura that explosion will be biger then what it origonally was it will probaly be in the news or sum crap so make sure or prescense isnt noticed

IcT noted that Sitha had come and gone and dialed Nakamura, "Sitha came and did his stuff, so what should I do now?"

IcT noted that Sitha had come and gone and dialed Nakamura, "Sitha came and did his stuff, so what should I do now?"

Nakamura said, "Now, I suggest that you get out of there. That goes for my HKPD boys, they're done. Tell them this, okay?"

Sitha sighed for a moument he thought he had walked into a trap he got out of the behicle and thanked the driver he wouderd what would happen next and if the bomb would be okay hidden under the floor board he had to tell boss the explosion would be big

Hey driver could you tell Mr Nakamura that explosion will be biger then what it origonally was it will probaly be in the news or sum crap so make sure or prescense isnt noticed

Kaede nodded, and called Nakamura, explaining all the details.

Nakamura replied, "Wow. That guy really out did himself.....hand the phone to Mr. Sitha."

Kaede did so, and then Nakamura said to Sitha, "Is this thing gonna be remotely detonated? If so, stay in the area, and get it blown up. I want to see some Russians turned to meatballs, m'kay? If it is not, then get out. If what you tell me is right, then things are gonna get very exciting."

"Alright." She replied as she turned to the others, "You're suppose to get out of here." She said as she got out and headed back to the building.

"Alright." She replied as she turned to the others, "You're suppose to get out of here." She said as she got out and headed back to the building.

The HKPD boys nodded, and packed up their things, driving out of there as soon as they could.

It was about 12:30 now, but since his bomb man hadn't come back, Vasily decided to check in for himself, along with several cohorts to see what was going on. They rumbled in the area, with the big SUVs and Chevy cars. Parking on the side, Vasily sent several men with AKs to check the place-it was only fair that they should die for his safety.

They began running up to the doors and all potential entrances of the shop, and opened the doors....

IcT arrived at Nakamura base, and headed to the bar where she ordered an Alien Autopsy.

Sitha took the phone looking excited

Shit boss they gonna be blowin sky high bad thing is i have to stay here can you make sure theres a few shots of vodka waiting for me when i get back

Pulling out another phone he dialled the number of the cell phone hidden a foot under the floor boards

Sir listhen to this

A huge Boom!!! was heard all around almost blowing out sithas ear drums the earth shook and wood and derbris went flying leaving a crater and serveral flaming ruskies air bourne this was quite exciting for sitha he let out a menacing laugh

Hear that sir that was the sound of over 700 dollars of high explosives
ok ill bet here soon

Areis nodded, sipping her milk. "Well, sounds like Sitha handled the job quite well. Well, I'll stick around as long as you need me, sir." She nods, a milk mustache on her upper lip.

Sitha pushed open the door to the bar rather loudly.talking violently into a cell phone to his frined back home."WHAT THE FUCK.You stupid bastard you lay a finger on my sister ill break your neck.If i even hear a whisper of you talking to you ill find you and kill you.You dont care? where talking about your life here.Ohhhh im a disgrace to my family.Fuck you charles.Wait till i get home.Your going to do whatever you want?.Bull shit you stupid fuck.What your going to come here and see me talk civialy my ass fucking nut case you are.Whats that i couldnt handle you.Mother fucker im going to kill you.
The line whent dead.He was comeing to upper xen to "deal" with sitha.sitha comes down and sits next to aeris
Aeris i need help...
He slowly moves closer to aeris.Whipsering into her ear
Can you look into my mind and totaly destroy and love bond i hav between a man named Charles osaka.I need it as a favour.Ill pay if need be.

00C"Opening room for another mission where aeris and others who where not to active in the last one can take place

Areis gave him a very confused look. "BWA? Umh... Well... I'm not sure if that's even possible, but... Hmmm... It's a challange, I guess. Okay, I'll need you to sit very still, okay?"

She closes her eyes, reaching out with her mind, reaching, searching, for Sitha's mind... She found his mind, and seized upon it.

Only moments ago she had learn how to read a person's surface thoughts. She was now about to delve beyond the surface thoughts, into the deeper workings of his brain. She probed ever so gently, searching for his so called bond with the one called Charles Osaka. At first, all she finds is knowledge on bombs, the memory of his most recent hit, as well as certain, childhood memories.

Abruptly she pulls out, having not touched anything. Tears sting her eyes, as she shakes her head. "I'm sorry. I can't do it. There's important stuff in your mind, and I'm too inexperianced to be as percise as I need to be to remove what you want remove and not damage anything else in there."

She averts her gaze towards the ground, avoiding eye contact, "Bombs are your job, your way of life. If I... If I..." Her tail flicked back and forth slowly, then it drooped low to the ground. Shaking her head, she planted a hand on the bar counter. "I don't want to accidently remove anything important, that you'd need. I could never forgive myself..."

Sitha felt stunned something happend in his head and he felt out of place inside this club it suddenly went cold.He was starting to sweet.He noticed aeris's tale

ohh crap are you ok?.Ishouldnt have let you into my mind it would have been a lot to have seen for your second try at mind reading.Barkeep a warm milk.Hopefully this should help a bit.Seeing her eyes ho got a bit of his shirt and ripperd it whipeing aeris's eyes.You shouldt have had to see any of that im sorry
How do you feel?Not sick are you

He leaned closer to aeris's ear Please forget everything you just saw its hard enoug for me to think about it let alone you...

((OOC lol Umh, Royale? It was her tail that drooped to the ground, not her. Umh... I should have been clearer. Sorry, my fault... >_> I'll edit it a lil bit, okay?))

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Areis nods slowly. "I'm... Okay. Working with spirits, I see alot of grusome deaths. I guess I'm just numb to that kidna stuff now. I'll be fine. I'm sorry I couldn't help any." She gives him a weak smile. "Hey, thanks."

Sitha gives a smile.Hey well atleast your practicing.You sure your ok though you look like a little white.Drink that up mybe it will help.

00C:Soory bout short post im to tired to think so my post generally get small and filled with nonsense

((OOC: Well, maybe you should go to sleep, then? :P I'm heading to crash pretty soon. Once Shivan posts in that other thread, I'm off.))

IcT arrived at Nakamura base, and headed to the bar where she ordered an Alien Autopsy.

Ronaldo poured IcT an Alien Autopsy, and said, "Ma'am, you're taxin' my drink makin' abilities. I must say, you guys are the best bunch I've had in a while. Nice to make something fun for a change."

He then said, "Take it the boss sent you on a fun night, eh?"

"Ya, Nakamura sent me out, as well as that guy," Points to Sitha, "A great cook, or in your case bartender need people with new tastes, to prevent them from getting in a rut and losing thier skill." IcT replied as she sipped her drink.

Sitha took the phone looking excited

Shit boss they gonna be blowin sky high bad thing is i have to stay here can you make sure theres a few shots of vodka waiting for me when i get back

Pulling out another phone he dialled the number of the cell phone hidden a foot under the floor boards

Sir listhen to this

A huge Boom!!! was heard all around almost blowing out sithas ear drums the earth shook and wood and derbris went flying leaving a crater and serveral flaming ruskies air bourne this was quite exciting for sitha he let out a menacing laugh

Hear that sir that was the sound of over 700 dollars of high explosives
ok ill bet here soon

Vasily saw the flames, and ducked as the fire and smoke engulfed his car. He survived, and so did a good portion of his men. However, he knew that he had been had....again. The deaths of those men he sent- now rendered into particulate matter- proved that much.

At that thought, he got very angr, and uncharacteristically, freaked out. He yelled to the driver of his Chevy: "Get out, now! It's a trap!"

He began moving, but was blocked by the horde of Suzies, who formed a roadblock with their scooters. They lept off of their Vespas, and produced from their dresses, jean skirts, blouses, and trenchcoats the finest in gangster guns. MAC-10s, L1A1s, M16s, and grenades soon flew, and the Russians were caught in the crossfire.

The Russians soon evacuated their rides, and retaliated by firing with AKs and their own grenades. They took cover behind the Chevys, hoping to escape the wall of lead the Suzies were throwing up.

This was going to be a hell of a night....

Areis sipped her milk, over hearing IcT. She eased over closer to her. "Umh... Miss? Er... Can I ask what IcT stands for?"

"It doesn't stand for anything, it started as a combination nickname and screenname, I liked it and kept it." IcT replied as she finished her drink and ordered a BlackJack.

Sithas headed out onto the dance floor looking for somebody to dance with he stepped into the middle of the floor and picked up the beat.Dancing like most people do in those modern day techno rave clubs.He was slightly of place he didnt care tonight he was free.He had not a care in the world....Accept that osaka would be here in a few hours or so he was scepticle if he could kill his old friend.He didnt realise how he had got into this mess.All he knew was that he had to hurt osaka and bad.

00C:Hey gnu are we waiting for nascent to post on the other forum??

The Suzies were here, this was his chance. Their submachine guns were cutting up the Mob, and Vasily had taken cover. Jothias had a perfect shot on a bodyguard, and put a .300 winchester round through his throat. He followed suit on a few more. His marksmanship unmatched by anything either side had seen before. Vasily stuck his head out... Jothias took aim, and fired.

The Suzies were here, this was his chance. Their submachine guns were cutting up the Mob, and Vasily had taken cover. Jothias had a perfect shot on a bodyguard, and put a .300 winchester round through his throat. He followed suit on a few more. His marksmanship unmatched by anything either side had seen before. Vasily stuck his head out... Jothias took aim, and fired.

The last thing Vasily heard, as his SPAS was slinging walls of lead at the Suzies, was a crack and a whiz.....

...and then it all went black. His head soon exploded in a fine mist, and chunks of brain and skull flew everywhere. His corpse slumped down, to the horror of his cohorts.

The Russians knew that with the Suzies around, it was bad. But new guys? Damn, they must have gotten Bikers, probably Vietnam vets-only Nam vets snipe like that. This was not cool.

They decided to break ranks. Fleeing like fool chickens with their heads cut off, they ran into the alleys and ducts, but the Suzies ran after them with baseball bats and tonfa batons. Soon, they rounded up the Russians, and began giving them all severe beatings....

...Not before the good HKPD came in, running after the gangers with tonfas, O'Dwyer pistols, and tasers. The Mods were forced to flee, but not before leaving the Russians to be a) beaten, and b), subjected to arrest.

Sitha sat down at the usual bar stool ordering his usual vodka.He asked ronald if it was ok to sleep the nite in the back room.He chuck back his small shot glass and felt his throat get warm.The thing he liked about vodka was the feeling of the heat suddenly engulfing his body.It was like the blanket he never had.Hes toy that he would never lose.Whenever he felt down or high he would drink preferbly vodka.The same amount the same brand smirnoff 34%.

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Sitha sat down at the usual bar stool ordering his usual vodka.He asked ronald if it was ok to sleep the nite in the back room.He chuck back his small shot glass and felt his throat get warm.The thing he liked about vodka was the feeling of the heat suddenly engulfing his body.It was like the blanket he never had.Hes toy that he would never lose.Whenever he felt down or high he would drink preferbly vodka.The same amount the same brand smirnoff 34%.

00C"hmmm i dunno how to add into the story line so just trying to update the forum

Meanwhile, the TV in the bar flashed:

"BREAKING NEWS!

This is Ron Burgundy. We of Channel 4 have recieved word that an explosion has occurred in Kowloon Tong. No word on casualties, but it is estimated that the act was related to a gang war between the Mods and the Russian Mob. 10 Russians and 24 Mods were arrested, and arraigned on assault, terrorism, and conspiracy and murder charges."

Ronaldo said, "Looks like the Boss did something big." He wasn't in the habit of asking what his boss did.

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Dragon Chang, meanwhile, saw the events and said, "This is cool....damn Ruskies will crawl to us now, hopefully."

A random flunkie, who was sitting with a random prostitute, said, "Why, Boss?"

Chang said, "Simple, cactus head. The Ruskies know we hate the Turnipheads as much as they do. And they lost a good portion of their men, and one of their top officers. So, they will need help. Just sit back; they'll cry for help. Barring that, we'll make contact."

The flunkie said, "Okay. That sounds good."

Chang said, "Damn right."

Watching Vasily go down with a smile, Jothias whipped out a digital camera. Click. One Russian Mob top-guy was on his portfolio.

News had come from Concremo, the Triads had fallen and the Mafia had taken control. They were seen as harmless Vigilates by the government, who is rumoured to have funded them into killing the Triad leader. Circumstances were suspicous, him being pulled over late one night by an average cop, who decided to escort him home. Parking behind him a ducking down at a tollbooth, twenty Mafia gunmen opened fire from the booths with F2000s and ripped his car to shreds.

Jothias had more than expected this, to the extent of aiding it, through communications of course. By phone he had set up more than sixteen drugs meetings in one night to different places, where every Triad drug-dealer and his bodyguards were promptly cut to pieces by sniper and submachine gun fire.

He aimed the viewfinder of the camera. Click. One HKPD Chief had joined the 'Future Projects' page.

The man stepped off the plane. Nothing unusual, as more than 200 more people stepped off that plane at that particular destination; namely Upper Xen. The differences lay in the fact that this man had a fake passport costing more than a high-end buisnessman would make a year, and the fact that he never legally existed had something to do with his manner. He wore a thick brown open trenchcoat, a wide brim hat and a hankercheif around his neck. He looked around and smiled, he would like it here...