Skinny87
13-06-2005, 18:36
OOC: All responses from governments are welcomed...
Northen New Kaylee, Republic of Skinny87
The small convoy had left the heavily-protected and garrisoned Naval Base exactly twelve minutes ago, and was now winding its way down one of the narrow country roads that linked together the much larger, and modern, motorways that spanned the entire Republic. As the night began to draw in, the headlights of the vehicles were turned on, illuminating the entire road ahead of the motorcade.
The first vehicle was a Badger Light Scout Vehicle, more heavily armoured than usual, but still carrying the standard Cannon and heavy .52 calibre Machinegun on top of its boxy exterior; a crewman wearing a combat helmet stood by the gun, searching the surroundings for targets, though he was visibly relaxed; there was no chance of the convoy being attacked so deep in Republican territory. Second in line was a large, boxy SUV painted matte black and with tinted windows; inside the vehicle were six heavily armed Secret Servicemen toting MP5's and Sig-Sauer Pistols. Next in line came a limousine, painted the same as the SUV and carrying four agents, and the reason for the convoy; VPOTR, or The Vice President Of The Republic, Rudolph Henson. The Vice-President had just been to a situation briefing in the naval base on the Nerotikan front, and was now travelling back to the Grey House to in turn brief the President himself. Last in line came another Badger, the same as the first, a guardsman in the commanders hatch, gunhandles in hand.
The small convoy had just made it past a tight bend in the road when there was a sudden flash of light, a puff of smoke and an explosion that echoed throughout the surrounding countryside; the first Badger went up in flames, hit just under the turret ring by an anti-tank missile; flames poured out of the remains, and a blackened shape hung out of the hatch, burning fiercely. The driver of the SUV slammed his brakes on and made a sharp left turn, wheels spinning and churning up mud as the Limousine behind moved to the right. Behind them the second Badger was slowing down to protect the rear of the column when it too suddenly exploded from a hit to the rear, engufling it in flames and secondary explosions from the ammunition carried onboard it.
The last two vehicles had just made it past the fiercely burning remains of the first Badger when small-arms fire raked the wheels of the SUV, blowing out the front two tires; at the speed it was going the sudden deceleration caused it to flip over onto its back and scrape along the road for several metres before stopping. The doors were flung open at the back, and several agents fell out, barely having time to stand before being cut down by the bark of a light machinegun, which also hit the upturned SUV's petroltank, blowing it up.
Its route blocked, the Limousine came to an abrupt stop, and the driver began backing it away, only to have the tires shot out from under him, brining the Limo to a stop. Inside an agent hit a button, locking the doors and another grabbed a radio and began speaking into it, before throwing it to the ground as static poured out from the speaker. Several masked gunmen were now running to the doors of the Limo, trying to open the back doors. Finding them locked, one pulled out a small black square and pushed it against the door; the agent by the Vice-President barely had time to jump on top of the Vice-President before the door-breaching grenade went off, blowing the door off of its hinges. A hail of small-arms fire raked the inside of the vehicle, with the attackers changing magazines and pouring several hundred rounds into the small area. To make sure, one pulled the pin from a grenade, and placed it in the back before running. The sharp crack and subsequent fragmentation ensured the deaths of the occupants.
By the time the attack had been reported, nothing was to be seen except the wreckage of the four vehicles, several still smouldering; no gunmen were found in the area despite several searches, and only abandoned weapons in their ambush positions were found.
Grey House, Oval Office
President Martin had been in session with the Joint Chief of Staffs when the report of the attack and slaughter of the Vice-President and his bodyguards came in. Shocked to the core by the unexpected and brutal attack, the President had only time to sketch out a brief statement, to be released to the public, before being taken by the Secret Service to an undisclosed and fortified location:
I have just been informed of the unexpected and brutual attack made by unknown forces upon the convoy carrying the Vice-President of this Republic. Early reports state that there have been no survivors of this grave and heinous attack; though more details will be coming soon, I hope that our prayers and thoughts will be with the relatives and loved one of the Vice-President and his guards
Northen New Kaylee, Republic of Skinny87
The small convoy had left the heavily-protected and garrisoned Naval Base exactly twelve minutes ago, and was now winding its way down one of the narrow country roads that linked together the much larger, and modern, motorways that spanned the entire Republic. As the night began to draw in, the headlights of the vehicles were turned on, illuminating the entire road ahead of the motorcade.
The first vehicle was a Badger Light Scout Vehicle, more heavily armoured than usual, but still carrying the standard Cannon and heavy .52 calibre Machinegun on top of its boxy exterior; a crewman wearing a combat helmet stood by the gun, searching the surroundings for targets, though he was visibly relaxed; there was no chance of the convoy being attacked so deep in Republican territory. Second in line was a large, boxy SUV painted matte black and with tinted windows; inside the vehicle were six heavily armed Secret Servicemen toting MP5's and Sig-Sauer Pistols. Next in line came a limousine, painted the same as the SUV and carrying four agents, and the reason for the convoy; VPOTR, or The Vice President Of The Republic, Rudolph Henson. The Vice-President had just been to a situation briefing in the naval base on the Nerotikan front, and was now travelling back to the Grey House to in turn brief the President himself. Last in line came another Badger, the same as the first, a guardsman in the commanders hatch, gunhandles in hand.
The small convoy had just made it past a tight bend in the road when there was a sudden flash of light, a puff of smoke and an explosion that echoed throughout the surrounding countryside; the first Badger went up in flames, hit just under the turret ring by an anti-tank missile; flames poured out of the remains, and a blackened shape hung out of the hatch, burning fiercely. The driver of the SUV slammed his brakes on and made a sharp left turn, wheels spinning and churning up mud as the Limousine behind moved to the right. Behind them the second Badger was slowing down to protect the rear of the column when it too suddenly exploded from a hit to the rear, engufling it in flames and secondary explosions from the ammunition carried onboard it.
The last two vehicles had just made it past the fiercely burning remains of the first Badger when small-arms fire raked the wheels of the SUV, blowing out the front two tires; at the speed it was going the sudden deceleration caused it to flip over onto its back and scrape along the road for several metres before stopping. The doors were flung open at the back, and several agents fell out, barely having time to stand before being cut down by the bark of a light machinegun, which also hit the upturned SUV's petroltank, blowing it up.
Its route blocked, the Limousine came to an abrupt stop, and the driver began backing it away, only to have the tires shot out from under him, brining the Limo to a stop. Inside an agent hit a button, locking the doors and another grabbed a radio and began speaking into it, before throwing it to the ground as static poured out from the speaker. Several masked gunmen were now running to the doors of the Limo, trying to open the back doors. Finding them locked, one pulled out a small black square and pushed it against the door; the agent by the Vice-President barely had time to jump on top of the Vice-President before the door-breaching grenade went off, blowing the door off of its hinges. A hail of small-arms fire raked the inside of the vehicle, with the attackers changing magazines and pouring several hundred rounds into the small area. To make sure, one pulled the pin from a grenade, and placed it in the back before running. The sharp crack and subsequent fragmentation ensured the deaths of the occupants.
By the time the attack had been reported, nothing was to be seen except the wreckage of the four vehicles, several still smouldering; no gunmen were found in the area despite several searches, and only abandoned weapons in their ambush positions were found.
Grey House, Oval Office
President Martin had been in session with the Joint Chief of Staffs when the report of the attack and slaughter of the Vice-President and his bodyguards came in. Shocked to the core by the unexpected and brutal attack, the President had only time to sketch out a brief statement, to be released to the public, before being taken by the Secret Service to an undisclosed and fortified location:
I have just been informed of the unexpected and brutual attack made by unknown forces upon the convoy carrying the Vice-President of this Republic. Early reports state that there have been no survivors of this grave and heinous attack; though more details will be coming soon, I hope that our prayers and thoughts will be with the relatives and loved one of the Vice-President and his guards