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My name is Papagori Illiani Romanokovski. Some time ago I appealed to the world leaders to offer me a haven, as my home country of Siap has cast me out as a so-called "undesirable" in their hand in this game of politics. Unfortunately, they have seized a significant portion of my fortune and have seized control of a company that served as a front for my organization (Siap Cola© if you've heard of it), but I am en-route to safety as I speak. Currrently, I seek to rebuild my organization and bring back respect to the Romanokovski name, but I cannot attain this goal without reestablishing my business. My family has an expertise in supplying goods to those who require them without attracting any undue attention, but we also help those who wish to transport their personal funds out of their nation without drawing attention as well as my connections in the Siapian banking network have managed to protect themselves from this new trend of so-called 'justice'. We also have had experience in managing casinos and other gaming establishments, as well as extracting insurance from those who may need it. I eagerly await to hear from any party interested in doing business with my family.

Secret message sent via secure channels to Papagori Illiani Romanokovski

Greetings. I am another entrepeneur in your line of business, and if I may say so, Shloo would be a wonderful choice to run your business from. You see, Shloo is a Verogianistic Protectorate, which means the government can't interfere with the economy, so long as no threat is posed to citizens of the country. So, if you could keep it "clean" so to speak, the government can't do nothing about any of your business deals.

You are welcome to do buisness in Theao, provided it is done legally and that includes paying taxes.

Secret message sent via secure channels to Papagori Illiani Romanokovski

Greetings. I am another entrepeneur in your line of business, and if I may say so, Shloo would be a wonderful choice to run your business from. You see, Shloo is a Verogianistic Protectorate, which means the government can't interfere with the economy, so long as no threat is posed to citizens of the country. So, if you could keep it "clean" so to speak, the government can't do nothing about any of your business deals.

Mr. entrepeneur,
I, unfortunately cannot meet with you personally, but I can have my son meet with you. I am sending my son to meet with you. He will be able to arrange our business.

The rain that had been pouring over the freighter gave way to a calm overcast with stars visible through the breaks in the cloud. A crane pulled a large container from the belly of the ship and a group of men immediately ran to the container which was set down on the front deck. On the deck of the ship Papagori stared out over the ship. "You know what you are to do Michael?" He spoke in a thick accent. "I do father." He rolled his eyes. "Michael,est prac? nie po prostu (dopiero co) dla pieni?dzy, ale przynosi? nasz rodzina (rodzinny) mo?no?? (si?a; dostarcza? energii elektrycznej) i wp?yw (wywiera? wp?yw na). Ale nie zapomina, s? tylko drugi (sekunda; po drugie) szanowa? (stosowno??; wzgl?d). Który jest najwi?cej (najbardziej) istotny." Michael gave his father a sidelong glance. "I know, dad." He walked out of the room. "Michael!" He looked back. "What?" Put on nice clothes. You look like trash." Michael looked at his Siapian Navy shirt and his jeans. His look shifted between his clothes and his dad before he stormed out of the room muttering.

The Siapian SA-72 helicopter sat assembled on the deck. Several men scurried around the helicopter as the rotor came alive. Michael came out of the cabin wearing a black suit and a tie. He held a briefcase tightly as he boarded the helicopter. As soon as he was aboard, two more men hopped aboard and the door slammed shut and the helicopter lifted off and peeled off the ship and sharply flew toward the Shooli coast.


Several hours later

The pilot yelled, "Twenty minutes 'till arrival." the pilot yelled. "Fix your tie kid." Mike pretended not to hear the last comment. The two other men standing behind him were playing cards, when a sudden jolt disturbed the game. Mike peered over the countryside.

We offer you a haven in the capital of the Vuhifellian economy, Golden Skies City. As a businessman I hope you consider this offer, for Vuhifell is a capitalizt's paradise...

No anti-monopoly laws...things of the sort, however we cannot assure success as an independent businessman in Vuhifell, although, it is at least worth the effort.

Dear Papagori Illyanich Romanokovski,

You are welcome in the Dominion as long as you don't start fight with other mafias in our nation. There are three mafias in the Dominion but there were four of them at one time. The other three mafias took down that mafia. I will tell you about the other three mafias.

First there is the most powerful one in the Dominion, the Noble Dragon Mafia. They control the entire south of the Dominion and ran by a good friend of mine, Lord Bennet du Paris.

Second one is the Imperial Snake Mafia. They control the northeast part of the Dominion. Head Master Xin Bixia runs them; he is also the head master of the Imperial Snake's School. A martial arts school in Arad.

Lastly, there is the Star Mafia. They control the northwest part of the Dominion. Kristofer Whitehead runs them. A rich CEO that runs four big industries in the Dominion. (Excalibur Firearms, Black King Liquor, Kiwi Black Cola, and Outlaw Autos)

See the Dominion is a mafia friendly nation as long as you pay us some money or something. I could arrange a meet with you and other mafia boss about some land for your family to have.

Signed,

The God-Emperor Count JWolf

The Respectable God-Emperor Count Jwolf

Is it possible for you to arrange a meeting between me and the leaders of these organizations? I feel that they may be useful contacts for me to have.
-P Romanokovski

We offer you a haven in the capital of the Vuhifellian economy, Golden Skies City. As a businessman I hope you consider this offer, for Vuhifell is a capitalizt's paradise...

No anti-monopoly laws...things of the sort, however we cannot assure success as an independent businessman in Vuhifell, although, it is at least worth the effort.

I shall consider your offer.
-P Romanokovski

The Respectable God-Emperor Count Jwolf

Is it possible for you to arrange a meeting between me and the leaders of these organizations? I feel that they may be useful contacts for me to have.
-P Romanokovski

Yes, it is possible because I'm the mother ****ing God-Emperor. Oh..crap. Sorry about that. All I have to do is set up a time and day for this meeting. I already have a place, the former Council of Twelve building in Bucharest. We use it as a meeting hall, now.

Signed,

The God-Emperor Count JWolf

This is acceptable. I will contact you once my living situation becomes more stable.
-P. Romanokovski

If you are interested, Lord Jwolf, I can have one of my sons visit your nation and attend this meeting, so that we may commence business sooner.
-P. Romanokovski

This is acceptable. I will contact you once my living situation becomes more stable.
-P. Romanokovski

Okay, I could set you up with the former Russian mafia boss' mansion for a couple of days. I own it, now. The mansion is located in Craiova. How does that sound?

Signed,

The God-Emperor Count JWolf

If you are interested, Lord Jwolf, I can have one of my sons visit your nation and attend this meeting, so that we may commence business sooner.
-P. Romanokovski

Sounds alright but I would want the head of the family at this meeting.

Signed,

The God-Emperor Count JWolf

I am in the process of relocating to the incorporated states of Microdell. (OOC: provided he remembers that he offered me shelter) I will be able to travel to your nation once I have my self situated there.
-P. Romanokovski

I am in the process of relocating to the incorporated states of Microdell. (OOC: provided he remembers that he offered me shelter) I will be able to travel to your nation once I have my self situated there.
-P. Romanokovski

Okay, I will give the three men this message.

Signed,

The God-Emperor Count JWolf

Lucius sat at his desk calmly reading the recent reports of rioting due to water shortages spread nation-wide. A knock came at his office door.

"Come in."

In stepped Marcus Antonio, the elder page of the Lead Board of Directors, Microdell's 'government' council in a sense.

"Sir, the Board requests your presence in a special session to discuss the deal you made with relocating the Siap leader and his family to our country."

Lucius' eyes narrowed. What could they possibly have to discuss... this was a good deal all around, at least in his eyes.

"Tell them I shall meet them in 20 minutes."

Marcus nodded. "Very good sir."

As he slowly moved towards the door, Lucius spoke up.

"Oh and Marcus..."

"Sir?"

"I want any rioters shot dead on sight. I will not tolerate this civil disorder. If need be, I authorize Code Black. Alert the National Security Council."

"As you wish, sir."

Marcus strolled out of the room, and shut the door quietly. He took a deep breath, and shook his head slowly. It was going to be one of those days.

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The air of discomfort inside the council chambers was thick. On any normal day discussing the nation's issues, there would have been chatter all around; today it was nearly silent.

"His honored Chief Executive Officer, Lucius Bane."

The room stood as Lucius moved in through the double-wide entry way. He felt the glares from some of them, but this was normal. You'd never gather a bunch of corrupt business men in one room and expect everyone to get along; this was the way things ran in Microdell. Strength and Corruption were Power.

Lucius sat at the CEO chair, and nodded to the Prime Elder.

"Mr. Bane, the council wishes to address your recent acceptance of a foreign business leader and his family. We are concerned that you are getting soft on our 'policies' and are allowing too many outsiders into our foundation."

Lucius slowly looked around the room, many of the eyes looked away as his met theirs.

"Honored Elder, I am concerned that this council is too keen to watching my every move than looking out their front window. Apparently the council may have missed the riots happening, something that would never have happened had this glorious establishment been able to come to a logical agreement on water distribution. As CEO, I am very worried that we are avoiding the most important issues, and sucking our land dry of it's bounties. Look out the window gentlemen, see what our dealings have led to. A short while ago I was forced to issue a Code Black, and believe me, lethal force is being used."

Lucius sat for a moment and let his words sink in.

"As standing CEO of Microdell, and as stated in our National Charter, I call forth the Statement of ReOrganization. Each of your Ministries had 30 days to select a new Chairman and report back to this council for our final Session."

The room exploded with shouts of outrage.

"YOU CAN'T DO THIS! WE WILL HAVE YOU EXECUTED!"

Lucius pressed a button on his armrest. A platoon of Special Security Forces moved into the room and took up positions.

"I can, and I did. I suggest you decide quickly on your new leaders."

The Prime Elder's slight smile went unnoticed by everyone except Marcus Antonio. The room cleared slowly.

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"Marcus, send word to Mr. Romanokovski that we have his family's villa furnished and they are welcome at any moment. Inform him that our Port Authority Department has been notified of his freighter and will allow it access as soon as they reach our waters. Please also inform him I am sending a small fleet of scout ships to escort his freighter into the docks."

The Pan-Siapian Arms freighter "Odessa" moved slowly toward the advancing escort fleet. The communications officer barged into the bridge. "Sir! We have received word from the Microdellian Port Authority that we are welcome to dock. We are cleared to arrive at any time."
"Excellent. Inform our recipients that we have brought them a house-warming gift." Papagori responded.
The deck of the "Odessa" came alive with activity as the crates were being lifted out of the belly of the ship. Each one contained an SA-72 helicopter- recently retired from the Siapian military. In order to circumvent international conventions, the weapons systems were removed (but it would not take too much effort to add them on). Papagori ordered forty of the crates to be prepared for unloading. "I want to keep the last four for our use. I heard that there were some riots, so get a chopper ready. I wanna explore this new villa. Also, once we move in, contact Lord Jwolf and arrange a meeting." The officer responded with a stiff but respectable, "Sir!" and dissapeared into the crowd.

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((OOC: Sorry for the delay... long weekend.))

******

Lucius sat as his desk smiling over the reports of the suppressed riots. Only thirteen civilians had to be stopped by lethal force, and the rest have either given up or gone into hiding. At this very moment he had covert forces combing the streets and networks of alleyways for signs of uprising.

Perfect, he thought, the day could not get much better. He sipped his coffee as he flipped to the pending issues... police want more money, kids and karate, privatizing beaches... all of this was mundane to him. He was anxiously awaiting the arrival of Mr. Romanokovski and his family, and his plans for an Executive Banquet the night of their arrival were going smoothly.

A knock came at his door.

"Come in."

Marcus walked in and stood a few feet behind his desk. He was obviously excited about something. Lucius felt no concern around this man; Marcus owed his life to him, and would do anything for him.

"Well, let's hear it."

Marcus begin to spout off so much information at once that it came out incoherent.

"Slow down man, you speak in gibberish. Start from the beginning."

"Well sir, first of all our escort fleet has fell in line with Mr. Romanokovski's freighter and they should be at the docks within the hour. Mr. Romanokovski has sent word that he has brought a gift of 40 SA-72 helicopters."

Lucius smiled, this was becoming a better day already.

"Notify the Port Authority, have those helicopters unloaded and sent to the Elite Forces Bunker in Grid 7. I want them retro-fitted with our newest L9-B laser technology, and have them overhauled to fit our stealth standards. As soon as that's done I want Air Forces to integrate them into our rebellion search."

"As you wish, sir. Anything else?"

"Yes, please send for my private helicopter. I would like to meet Mr. Romanokovski when he reaches the docks. Have a few Pages do a final check of the villa and make sure everything is in order."

Marcus nodded and stood, waiting.

"Is there something else Marcus?"

"Yes sir, I am delighted to tell you that every department on the Council has made its choice for the new appointments. The previous members have all mysteriously disappeared. The new selections should fit well into your plans for the future. They have all collaborated and hired some entertainment for tonights feast. Mr. Romanokovski and his family should enjoy their stay now that we have most of our 'problems' fixed."

"Good. Marcus, as soon as you have made all the preparations, take the rest of the day off. Relax and have some fun. I'll expect you at the head table tonight."

"Thank you sir."

Marcus turned and made his way out of the room.

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Twelve of the recently "disposed" member of the Council crept through the alleyway in a back lot of Grid 4. They stopped at the entrance to an old warehouse and one of them rapped on the door in a way which resembled the beat from the old folk song "Funky Town".

The door opened and a great hulk of a man stood in front of them. He looked at each one of them, and then out into the alleyway. As he moved back the former Council members shuffled in.

"Greeting gentlemen," said a man from the balcony above them. "You are just in time for the briefing."

The men looked at each other, not knowing what to say.

"We are planning a strike tonight, against the banquet that CEO Bane has planned for his newest arrival. Please follow Ferris down to our briefing room, and we will get your things situated. We would appreciate any inside intelligence you can offer."

The men nodded and followed the lumbering hulk to an elevator, and as the gates closed around them and they descended, each one knew they had passed the point of no return - they had joined the rebel side...

Also, once we move in, contact Lord JWolf and arrange a meeting." The officer responded with a stiff but respectable, "Sir!" and dissapeared into the crowd.

Mr. Romanokovski, the meeting as been arranged. It will happen in the two days. When you arrive in the Dominion, you and your family can stay in the former Russian mafia boss' mansion. If you need a jet to bring you here, I can arrange that too.

Signed,

The God-Emperor Count JWolf

Mr. Romanokovski, the meeting as been arranged. It will happen in the two days. When you arrive in the Dominion, you and your family can stay in the former Russian mafia boss' mansion. If you need a jet to bring you here, I can arrange that too.

Signed,

The God-Emperor Count JWolf

I would appreciate you picking me up as my departure from Siap has left me with little resources. I have one son who is taking care of business for the family elsewhere and I wish two leave two of my sons to watch my temporary residence, so it will just be me, two of my sons and my daughter. I look forward to the meeting
-P. Romanokovski

(OOC: Microdell has been inactive for a while, so I don't know what airport you should come to, but I am too impatient to find out.)

I would appreciate you picking me up as my departure from Siap has left me with little resources. I have one son who is taking care of business for the family elsewhere and I wish to leave two of my sons to watch my temporary residence, so it will just be me, two of my sons and my daughter. I look forward to the meeting
-P. Romanokovski

(OOC: Microdell has been inactive for a while, so I don't know what airport you should come to, but I am too impatient to find out.)

Okay, I will have one of my Gulfstream V jets head to your location. It will be there in maybe a day. The former Russian mafia boss' mansion is being set up for your stay in the Dominion.

Signed,

The God-Emperor Count JWolf

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Five hours later.......

The solid black jet, with the Black Wolves symbol (http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/CountJWolf/BWSymbol.jpg) each side and the tail, was heading to Microdell. ETA is ten hours.

OOC: I will wait until Microdell post an airport before I land the plane.

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PRIME-SPAN MICRODELL NEWS ALERT!!!
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Today at 18:25, CEO Lucius Bane's private helicoter was shot down by a rebel missile as it headed towards The Port Authority Headquarters in Grid 6. The missile struck the fuel cell of the helicopter, causing a massive explosion in midair, and sending shrapnel hundreds of feet outwards in all directions.

Efforts have been made to search for any survivors, but hope was dim as not much was left of the craft. Special Security Forces were scrambled soon after to try and track down the insurgents who committed this horrible act, but as of yet no suspects have been apprehended.

No apparent replacement for the position of CEO has been named, and the Council has 60 days to appoint a temporary CEO until a formal election can be held. In the meantime, the Prime Elder will step in to run the country, but many are skeptical on whether he can handle the current wave of rebellion.

Fires and riots have broken out in the downtown Grids and are quickly spreading through Microdell. There seems to be a large force of armed rebels descending on government facilities throughout the nation. Tourists and foreigners are advised to depart from Microdell immediately.

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END REPORT
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((OOC: Yes, this is the end of my role in this RP. It's been fun but I'm holding you up as I'm too busy lately. Carry on without me, but get out alive. Thanks for the fun.))

The deck of the Odessa was ignited with gunfire. Crew members fought to repel the advancing mass of rebels and riotors. Several rebels ran up the gangplank, but were cut down by a spray of fire from a hidden sailor with an MP5. Three sailors fired into the crowd with their Siapian Army rifles wwhile two more assembled a deck gun. Below the deck, men scrambled through the engine rooms to quickly pull the ship out of the dock. The deck gun tore the crowd into a bloody pile of miscelanious human part, until a grenade destroyed the gun and the gunners. As the crowd came up the gangplank the ship pulled out, dumping the riotors into the ocean.
The men on the ship used the newfound calm to dump the corpes overboard and to hose off blood stains. Joseph and Sasha Romanokovski stood on the bridge. "Shit! Shit! Fuck! God damn mother Fucking Dupasidsoshas!" Sasha swore.
"Sasha. Get a hold of yourself. We can survive. Dad will survive. They've got the best bodyguards. They will be okay."
Sasha swore at him, "I swear if you don't let me go in there, I swear I will kill you!"
"Macie Pokój. We cant do anything. If we die trying to rescue them, there are two less Romanokovskis and father is in no better situation."
Sasha stormed out of the room swearing.

At the mansion, Papagori and his five (adult) kids stood in the living room, which had become a makeshift command center for their bodyguards. "We've almost got your chopper ready!" Mira Romanokovski turned and shouted, "Are you crazy? They shot down the prime minister's chopper! What makes you think we can make it?" Papagori yelled, "Would you rather stay here and die? I am leaving!" Mira stood quietly. A tall man with a bald head and sunglasses and said in a deep voice. "Mr. Romanokovski, we must go." he had a ring with a silhouette of a doberman and a similar tattoo on the back of his neck.
The helicopter thundered low over the suburbs that gradually turned into a city. The helicopter followed above the main street, narrowly avoiding the skyscrapers. The helicopter thundered up abruptly over a large office building, but was met with gunfire from the roof. It surged downward went over a network of roads. Papagori shouted "Hey Yuri, where did those guys from The Dominion agree to meet us?" "They didn't say. That was in the hands of our unfortunate counterpart here." he saw bright flash as an RPG streaked past the helicopter. Soon another came and collided into the side of the helicopter. A small fire erupted as the bodyguards feverishly attempted to extinguish it. Yuri immediately lifted the helicopter slowing it down. He then landed it unceremoniously in a parking lot. An truck carrying soldiers disgorged and opened fire, but were met with molotovs and gunfire. Yuri used the distraction to fire a .50 cal round from his Deagle into the driver's skull, and quickly led the Romanokovskis and their surrviving bodyguards into the truck. The few remaining soldiers turned at the sound of the engine starting, but Yuri ran them over before they could fire. He drove down the highway and plowed through a fence into an airport.
Inside a hangar, a fat man sat counting stacks of money as he threw them into a briefcase, while two men in dark suits holding MP5s looked around. A small jet accomapnied them. A man in blue overalls took off a fuel hose and said, "Your plane is ready, sir!" The fat little man had the look of a child who had remained hidden during a game of hide-and-seek when the seeker gave up. He lifted his briefcase, but stopped when he saw the tall, baald Yuri. The suits lifted their guns, but Yuri killed them first. As the family entered the jet, Yuri etrieved the briefcase. Yuri stepped aboard, and stared at the controls. "I haven't flown jet in ten years.", but Mira was already in the pilot's seat. "Ladies and gents, this will be a non-smoking flight, as I do not intend to be shot down, please fasten your seatbelts..."
The plane thundered below 100 feet as it covered the remaining Microdellian countryside, pulling up as it came over the ocean.

Lord Jwolf,
I have just barely escaped Microdell with my life. Two of my sons have escaped and now are in international waters on board my freighter, the Odessa. I am currently on board a Cessna Citation X and I am proceeding toward The Dominion. Please let me know where I should land and if I should have a specific transponder code.
Respectfully,
P. Romanokovski

Alexonium has well been known as a smuggler's paradice, and is free of tariffs on most goods. We also are widely known as a tax haven for international transactions, though companies pay for taxes on revenue made from conventional means. Despite this, our economy is as robust as ever, since transactions can still be kept track of...and revenue from state of the art state-owned ports makes up for 40% of taxes anyway. Because of this, Alexonium would be an ideal location to run a clandestine business.

Lord JWolf,
I have just barely escaped Microdell with my life.
Two of my sons have escaped and now are in international waters on board my freighter, the Odessa.
I am currently on board a Cessna Citation X and I am proceeding toward the Dominion.
Please let me know where I should land and if I should have a specific transponder code.
Respectfully,
P. Romanokovski


At Bucharest International Airport. I will have two F-31X Cyclone Interceptors meet your plane in as it enters my nation. After you land, I will have a limo to take you and your family to the former Russian mafia boss' mansion. The mansion is in Craiova. I will meet you there and I will have my Black Wolves guarding it. 5,000 Black Wolves will be stationed there until you get your own territory in the Dominion. From there it is up to you to hire yourself a private army. I.E. Hire some mercenaries from wherever you want. We have changed the meeting place to the former Russian mafia boss' mansion. Plus, it is Count not Lord.

Signed,

The God-Emperor Count JWolf

Alexonium has well been known as a smuggler's paradice, and is free of tariffs on most goods. We also are widely known as a tax haven for international transactions, though companies pay for taxes on revenue made from conventional means. Despite this, our economy is as robust as ever, since transactions can still be kept track of...and revenue from state of the art state-owned ports makes up for 40% of taxes anyway. Because of this, Alexonium would be an ideal location to run a clandestine business.

Duly noted. We will keep in touch.
P. Romanokovski

OOC: Sorry for the holdup...

IC: Yuri Gorgopov sat impatiently on the hood of his black BMW. He looked at his watch and sighed. Sons of crimelords are always late, think they're running the show. he thought idly to himself. He heard the distinctive sound of a helicopter in the distance and picked up his binoculars. It was him alright. It was his guy. He got into the Beemer and drove to the appointed meeting place, ready to get this thing over with.

The Cessna flew near The Dominion. The fighter planes aproached it and flew into formation. The plane slowly descended towards the runway. Papagori looked around. He held an expression that absolutely camoflaged all of his thoughts. Internally, he was pensive, as his grandfather had successfully put down the last remnants of whatever criminal organizations were in Siap. His posture, however evoked an air of confidence and his humble, but emaculate suit (It was a phenomenon on par with quantum theory. While the electrons in his hair folicle danced around in two places and no places at the same time, he stood freshly recovered from a daring escape of a nation thrust into rebellion and survived a helicopter crash, and successfully expelled the last flaw from his suit, the hair folicle that played host to the subatomic ballet)

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Michael Romanokovski stepped out of the helicopter. His contact seemed to share the same enthusiasm as someone going for a prostate gland examination. Michael stood tall and confident, tucking his long blonde hair behind his ears. He performed a sweeping bow. "Good sir. My name is Mikhail Romanokovski. You may call me 'Mike' or 'Michael', whichever pleases you." he stood up stiffly, with the discipline he had learned with his tour of duty with the Siapian Airborne Reconaissance Division. "Am I correct in assuming you are Mr. Gorgopov?"

The Cessna flew near the Dominion. The fighter planes aproached it and flew into formation. The plane slowly descended towards the runway. Papagori looked around. He held an expression that absolutely camoflaged all of his thoughts. Internally, he was pensive, as his grandfather had successfully put down the last remnants of whatever criminal organizations were in Siap. His posture, however evoked an air of confidence and his humble, but emaculate suit (It was a phenomenon on par with quantum theory. While the electrons in his hair folicle danced around in two places and no places at the same time, he stood freshly recovered from a daring escape of a nation thrust into rebellion and survived a helicopter crash, and successfully expelled the last flaw from his suit, the hair folicle that played host to the subatomic ballet)

As the Cessna was about to go in and land on the runway, the two Interceptors pulled up and back off from the private jet. After the Cessna had land, the armored black limo pulled up right beside it. A man wearing a black suit got out of the driver' seat and ran to open the back door of the limo. Then a man wearing light gray suit got out and walked towards the plane. He had a dark skin color because his parents were from Iraq. They escaped before their son was placed into the Iraq's army without wanting to join it. His name was Omar Estes and he was s high-ranking officer of the Black Wolves. He waited for Mr. Romanokovski to get out of the plane.

As the Cessna was about to go in and land on the runway, the two Interceptors pulled up and back off from the private jet. After the Cessna had land, the armored black limo pulled up right beside it. A man wearing a black suit got out of the driver' seat and ran to open the back door of the limo. Then a man wearing light gray suit got out and walked towards the plane. He had a dark skin color because his parents were from Iraq. They escaped before their son was placed into the Iraq's army without wanting to join it. His name was Omar Estes and he was s high-ranking officer of the Black Wolves. He waited for Mr. Romanokovski to get out of the plane.

Papagori Rose and his family followed suit. Papagori stepped out into the blinding sun. He was followed by his two sons John and Staniel and his daughter Mira, as well as Yuri, their bodyguard. Yuri stood quietly behind as the Romanokovskis introduced themselves. After the introduction, they entered the limo...

Papagori, Rose and his family followed suit. Papagori stepped out into the blinding sun. He was followed by his two sons John and Staniel and his daughter Mira, as well as Yuri, their bodyguard. Yuri stood quietly behind as the Romanokovskis introduced themselves. After the introduction, they entered the limo...

Omar sat near the driver area in the back of the limo. “So, Mr. Romanokovski, the Count took me you have to escape two nations. Just to tell you, you and your family will be safe in the Dominion.” The black limo was out of the airport and on the road to Craiova. “It will take us about an hour and half to get to Craiova.” said Omar as he open limo’s bar door. “Drink?”

"It is nice to know I have a haven for now, but unfortunately, our stay in the Dominion is only going to be temporary. We are planning for our final destination to be the isle of Ceyolia, that is, after we remove the present leader who is a bit of a nuisance for us. I will elaborate on this later. For now, I'll have a scotch and soda."
"Long island iced tea" Mira chimed in.
"Caucasion" Staniel added
"nothin' for me." John said, only half-aware of his surroundings.
"I feel everywhere I go, I attract unrest. It will be nice to catch my breath here." Papagori sighed.

A man in black suit made the drinks and handed them to the Romanokovskis. "Well, if you need a leader took out, the Count can have that done, too."

A man in black suit made the drinks and handed them to the Romanokovskis. "Well, if you need a leader took out, the Count can have that done, too."
"I appreciate the offer, but we have a low-ranking general who is planning to launch an insurrection. We intend to have his resistance eliminated. However, I would be interested in offering positions of prominence to members of your organizations in exchange for financial or any other help that could be offered."

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"I appreciate the offer, but we have a low-ranking general who is planning to launch an insurrection. We intend to have his resistance eliminated. However, I would be interested in offering positions of prominence to members of your organizations in exchange for financial or any other help that could be offered."

“Well, that is for Count JWolf and the others to deal with.” said Omar. “We will be at the mansion in maybe an hour or less. So, enjoy the ride.”

The rest of the ride had a silence that could've been interpreted as awkward or peaceful. It had been a while since Papagori had been able to be on land without a large mass of people wanting him dead or far away. The ride was generally uneventful...(OOC: Sorry, feeling uncreative)

An hour later, the limo drove through an iron gate with men in dark gray and black Transylvanian body armor (http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/CountJWolf/TransylvanianBA.jpg) on each side of the driveway. These men were part of the Count’s private army, the Black Wolves. The limo stopped at the front steps of a huge stone mansion. The back door was open and Omar said “We’re here.”

THe Romanokovskis stepped out of the car, outwardly appearing stoic, but internally were overwhelm by the mansion as well as the imposing guards. The inside impressed them to the point where they broke their stoic form (except for John, whose gaze appeared to be vacant and did not appear to be looking at the same surroundings as everyone else). Papagori was pensive; he had a mild fear of the place and the guards made him slightly more nervous, but he tried hard not to show his fear. He waited for the meeting to commence...

THe Romanokovskis stepped out of the car, outwardly appearing stoic, but internally were overwhelm by the mansion as well as the imposing guards. The inside impressed them to the point where they broke their stoic form (except for John, whose gaze appeared to be vacant and did not appear to be looking at the same surroundings as everyone else). Papagori was pensive; he had a mild fear of the place and the guards made him slightly more nervous, but he tried hard not to show his fear. He waited for the meeting to commence...

Omar lead them to a room where the four of the most powerful men in the Dominion all wait for Romanokovskis. Count JWolf (http://www.freewebs.com/thetransylvania/Count%20JWolf.JPG) and his Secretary of Diplomacy, Lord Bennet du Paris (http://www.freewebs.com/thetransylvania/Lord%20Paris.JPG), sat at the bar having a couple of drinks. Both men were wearing black suits. Sitting behind them was an Asian man wearing a green snake skin suit. That was Master Xin Bixia. Next to him was a fat man in gray suit. He was Kristofer Whitehead, who had white hair.

The Count looked up as the doors opened, "Mr. Romanokovski, welcome to my great nation."

Papagori internally squashed his aprehension and introduced himself and his children. "Apologies, for three of my boys cannot be here today. Two are at sea, tending one of my ships and the other is elsewhere arranging for future business. Speaking of which, I would like to adress the matters at hand. I will first lay my cards on the table; I am originally of the Republic of Siap, but I have lost two of my largest interests: My ties to the Siapian Intelligence Network, as it was dissolved after its former head attempted a putsch, but failed. It was discovered that a former associate of mine (who also had a vested interest in the network) was planning to supply them with necessary materials for his coup, and everything came apart, and the network's dirty secrets came to light, including our assistance for them. (We had lost our respectability in another operation involving the beef industry, but that was a sordid event in of itself). Our escape process resulted in Siap nationalizing our most profitable legitimate front, Siap Cola©. As of now, we have a plan to restore our fortunes. There is an island off the coast of Siap some 400 miles. Siap and this isle, Ceyolia, have strained relations at best (Since the director of the public sector tried to absorb the island by dumping money into its stock market). Now we wish to assume control of this island. There is a minor general on this island who wishes to assume control of this island, but the current leadership is strong and will not be easily toppled in a direct fight. We wish to put a bounty on the leader's heads, but we currently do not have the desired funds. We are on the verge of possibly establishing a counterfeiting operation to get vengeance against our homeland, but we will still be short of our desired funds. In exchange for assistance, we can offer you postions in the new government we install."

“So, you come to us for money.” said the Count, who looked like he was going to kill somebody.

“Hell Count, I will put the money up.” said Kristofer Whitehead.

The Count gave an evil looked at Kristofer, “Kristofer, shut up. How much will this bounty be?” said the Count. “If we do put the money up, the new government will be under my control. I will put man in it, that will take orders from me only.” He took a small pause and continued, “So, how does that sound?”

The Romanokovskis spoke amongst eachother at length in an indecipherable language. "With all due respect Count Jwolf, I feel this option is not viable." Papagori began "I would not feel secure by having anyone besides my man running the government, but I do not wish to cast aside your assistance. If you were to furnish us $50 Billion dollars..." He was cut off by a ringing sound. The ringing continued. John Romanokovski stood up and walked out. " Ja. Ja, Dobre. Dobre vist et stu. Ja hist Siapia Banka fer Natalasta. Dobre." He came back and said to Papagori, "Hist lu contrafeter ja benesh." Papagori smiled. "Count Jwolf, I wish to make you a proposition. We will allow your nation unrestricted access to the Ceyolian markets, and we will allow you to maintain a military installation there with, say, perhaps a maximum of 100,000 soldiers on the ground. On top of that, I have just receied word that everything is in order for a counterfeiting operation I have planned. In order to improve our relations, I will offer you a 15% cut of our revenue. What do you think?"

“50 billion dollars for ****ing bounty.” said the Count. “Shit, are y’all out of yours ****ing minds. Hell, I can pay five million to have the man killed. I would save us all of money.” Lord Paris has saw the Count do this more then one time, it was just a plan. “Give us a little minute.” said Lord Paris. The four men are headed to the back of the room to talk.

“You know Roxanne can do this, Count.” said Lord Paris.

“Yeah, I know.” said the Count “Maybe can talk a few more agents to help.”

“Good.” said Kristofer. “Now, what is he talking about?” he asked as he looked at the Count.

“I can understand that.” said the Count “Is sounds like some really bad Russian. Now, back up there.”

The four men headed back to where the Romanokovskis were. The Count listen to Papagori address him. “Well, it sounds like a good deal.” H e looked over at Omar and asked “You have the book about the agency?”

“Yes, sir.” said Omar as he took out of his coat. Then he handed it Papagori, “Mr. Romanokovski, the agents in that book will save all of us money. I can have task force of four of them for 20 million dollars. They will get the job done.”

OOC: What the book has in it. http://www.freewebs.com/transylvaniaagency/

(OOC: Was supposed to be $10 Billion orignally, but it was late and I wasn't paying attention)
Papagori looked a little apprehensive, "Apparently, there has been a miscommunication. We don't want just the dictator dead."
He pulled out a sheet of paper, with a list of names:

Speaker of the People: Mark Qaulhoun
Undersecretary for administration: Ryan Harte
Nationalist Party Council Chair: James Rhineheart
-Nationalist Party Undersecretary: Megan O' Reilly
-Nationalist Party Treasurer: Mike LeHoreaux
-Nationalist Party Minister of Information: Jaqueline Thorne
Minister of Foreign Affairs: Augustus Joule
-Minister for Intelligence: Sean Lockheart
Minister of the Treasury: Nicholas Regan
-National Ceyolian Bank CEO: Henry Lamon
-National Ceyolian Bank President: Neils Jameson
-National Ceyolian Bank Vice-President: Lawrence Smith
Minister of Defense: Montgomery Nelson
-5-Star General Leigh Thornberry
-5-Star General John Wallace
-3-Star General Mike Coney
-Minister of Air Defense Alan Monteverde
-Commander Franklin Jackson
-Minister of Naval Defense Leigh Patterson
-Rear Admiral Nome Johnson
- Admiral Lee Joule
Minister of Agriculture: James Carson
Minister of Law enforcement: Conor Raphelson
-Director of Secret Police: Jack Lionheart
-Justice Leia Constantine
Papagori continued, "Ideally, they would all be dead in four months. My theory was that I would put up the bounty and there would be such a rapid influx of assasins and mercenaries, with the bounties only paid out if everyone is dead. The rapid influx of mercenaries and assasins would undoubtedly cause a chaotic power void, which would be rapidly filled by our man, and we would quickly pack the government with our friends and business associates. What do you think?"
John spoke slowly with slightly slurred speech with his eyes apparently unfocused, "The language we spoke was Nat-Siapian, spoken by the depressing few natives left. Continuing with our nations tradition, we were cast out like all our other brethren. Semantically, it is quite similar to Polish, but it is different in several ways."

(OOC: I am going on vacation for 2 weeks, starting Mon. and will only be able to update sporadically)

The Count looked over the list and hands it to Lord Paris. "We will put the money up for you. If this does not work, I will my army hunt you and your family because 10 billion is a lot of money. Deal?"

“But if it does work, the Dominion will be your best buddies.” said the Count. "

"When do you need the money?" asked Lord Paris.

"If this does not work..." Papagori said "I will repay every cent plus the 15% commission on the counterfeiting deal I told you about." "I need to get a few things in order first, but then I will have the bounty posted immediately." (OOC: I will post it when I get back)

The Count looked over at Lord Paris and said nothing. "Mr. Romanokovski, we have a deal." said Lord Paris.

***Message to Count JWolf***
The counterfeiting operation was a success. We have your cut available in gold. It is aboard my ship, the Odessa. Please let me know where I should have it dock.
-P. Romanokovski

Have your ship dock in Bar, Montenegro. I will have the gold loaded in trucks there. The Black Wolves and my grandsons, Lord Remy Barrilleaux-Saint Clair (http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/CountJWolf/RemyBarrilleaux.jpg) and Lord Salvador Castillo-Saint Clair (http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/CountJWolf/SalvadorCastillo.jpg), will guard back to my lands. Nice work.

~ Count JWolf

This is acceptable. The delivery shall be complete within a fortnight (OOC: by tom. morning)
-P. Romanokovski

Okay, the men will wait for your ship to arrive. It will be a night delivery because my grandsons are vampires.

~ Count JWolf