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ATTN: All Mercenaries, Assasins, out of work soldiers or anyone who is interested
Enclosed is a list of names. Each of these people holds a position of power in an island nation of Ceyolia, and each one of these people oppose an employee of mine who aims to take control of this island. I am offering $500 million for each life of each person on this list. That is, I will pay $500 million dollars per name that I can cross off this list. There is one condition, however. In order for the payments to be made, I require that everyone of this list be killed within the same four month period of time (OOC: 1 RL day=1 week here). In addition to the money, I can also provide secure transportation to and from Ceyolia. This is an opportunity that should not be overlooked.
-Papagori Illiani Romanokovski

Speaker of the People: Mark Qaulhoun
Undersecretary for administration: Ryan Harte-Killed by Coatl-payments wired
Nationalist Party Council Chair: James Rhineheart-Killed by Coatl-payments wired
-Nationalist Party Undersecretary: Megan O' Reilly-Killed by Coatl-payments wired
-Nationalist Party Treasurer: Mike LeHoreaux-Killed by Coatl-payments wired
-Nationalist Party Minister of Information: Jaqueline Thorne-Killed by Coatl-payments wired
Minister of Foreign Affairs: Augustus Joule-Killed by Delta One-payments wired
-Minister for Intelligence: Sean Lockheart-Killed by Coatl-payments wired
Minister of the Treasury: Nicholas Regan-Killed by Coatl-payments wired
-National Ceyolian Bank CEO: Henry Lamon
-National Ceyolian Bank President: Neils Jameson
-National Ceyolian Bank Vice-President: Lawrence Smith
Minister of Defense: Montgomery Nelson-Killed by Delta One-payments wired
-5-Star General Leigh Thornberry-Killed by Delta One-payments wired
-5-Star General John Wallace-Killed by Delta One-payments wired
-3-Star General Mike Coney-Killed by Delta One-payments wired
-Minister of Air Defense Alan Monteverde
-Commander Franklin Jackson--Killed by The Transylvania-payments wired
-Minister of Naval Defense Leigh Patterson
-Rear Admiral Nome Johnson-Killed by Coatl-payments wired
- Admiral Lee Joule
Minister of Agriculture: James Carson-Driven to suicide by The Transylvania-payments wired
Minister of Law enforcement: Conor Raphelson
-Director of Secret Police: Jack Lionheart
-Justice Leia Constantine-Killed by Emil Dresner-payments wired

Mr. Romanokovski, we are quite willing to make a deal. We are wondering, however, how much the Ceyolian's on this list are willing to pay to have yourself removed from teh gene pool.

-Crimmond Imperial Inquisition and Infiltration Command

Mr. Romanokovski, we are quite willing to make a deal. We are wondering, however, how much the Ceyolian's on this list are willing to pay to have yourself removed from teh gene pool.

-Crimmond Imperial Inquisition and Infiltration Command
Well, it appears your trustworthy. If it will sway you to my camp, they think I am as impotent as a Darwin Award winner, ever since I was exiled from Siap.

From: Tactical Solutions Enterprises

Decrypting...
Tracing...
Handshake bounced...
Handshake disabled...
Too many packets, node overload, can't trace...

We are willing to lend you a helping hand. We must inquire why though.

[END]

Black Silence is interested in these jobs. They will not make it to the next month. You want them killed our do you want them to disappear?
-Jake Bond

Trust is a dangerously large liability. That's why you are offering money.

Unfortunatly, the Inquisiton does not 'hire out' it's services. You have thirty six hours to withdraw your offer, or life may become quite difficult for you. And if you doubt our abilities... underestimation is much larger liability.

-High Inquisitor Kamara
Head of Crimmond Imperial Inquisition

OOC: First: Hell is allready being unleashed on my nation.
Second: I am here as an assassin.
Third: If you wish to attack me for this threat, go ahead. Bear in mind that all attacks on me will probably end in you getting a smackdown from a few Gholgoth nations that come to my aid.
Fourth: No. It's not okay.

OOC: Is there some sort of backstory here, that I don't know about?

Context for this story can be found here (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=424792)

Black Silence is interested in these jobs. They will not make it to the next month. You want them killed our do you want them to disappear?
-Jake Bond
All that matters is that they be not alive. By any means necessary

To:Papagori Illiani Romanokovski
From: Vorzenian Minister of Foriegn Affairs Larziuy Aerik

It is of great interest of our small team of covert experts, the to help in this operation. Our forces are of good enough quality, and are made of the following:

-5 men with Uzi's
-3 men with AK-47's
-1 man with an RPG

These men will do their job well, and if not, their punishment will be in your hands.Our national Parliment will see to that.

The Man sat back in his chair, and sighed. It had been years since he had done a job, and he had been starting to think he'd go crazy without one. Staring at his computer screen he saw the message, and contemplated the list. Generals, Ministers, corporate giants, the targets covered the whole spectrum. Already, the man had found out everything there was to know about them, from address, to phone number, to the names of their pets. Already, he had booked a flight to Ceyolia. Already, he had contacted a friend, and supplies were awaiting him at his destination. Already, he had sent a message to his employer, stating his intentions.

Already, his targets were as good as dead.

The Coatl was on the hunt, and the Man was no more.

On the understanding that this offer is kept secure and not broadcast, the Brittonianempire is willing to use it's small internal security spec forces to carry out this job. They can begin work immediately, will provide their own equipment and are well versed in assasinations, owing to the terrorism that plagues the empire, Brittonian SF have eliminated a number of terrorist leaders. But we must have your reassurance that this will be kept quiet, the transport will be reliable and prompt, if anyone other than targets get in the mens way, they will fire without hesitation. On this udnerstanding do we have a deal to begin operations to eliminate the targets. Due to the number of hits, we are willing to work with other bidders for the contract to ensure all targets are eliminated within the time period, as long as the other bidders are reliable, proffesional and trustworthy. Would the empire be treated favourably by the new leaders after this action? The SF team have already been put on high alert and are prepping for this job now ready for immediate action.

OOC: Quit bitching about how you're going to kill the guy who wants to pay you exorbitant amounts of money, and start killing the targets. After all, assassins who kill their employers don't last long in this business.

IC: The Coatl stepped off the plane, savoring the fresh air. He looked around, eyes hidden by rather stylish sunglasses. His friend should be here soon to help prepare for the job.

"David!"
Right on cue...

"David, damn it's good to see you! How've you been? I heard you were out of the business?"

The speaker was a short, slightly overweight man. He ran up to Coatl and shook his hand vigourously.

"Nah, just on sabbatical."

"Ah, so you're here for business?"

"What else, Jake? Decently well paying. And you'll get thirty percent, assuming you want in?"

"What the hell! Nothing better to do around here! C'mon, we'll talk in the car..."

As Jake Dalen began navigating the car down the crowded freeway, the pair caught up on what had been going on the past few years. Jake had been working in the real estate business, and had made a tidy profit. Of course, a man like him couldn't resist dabbling in the black market, and he kept in touch with all the right people. That meant that he was the ideal fixer for Coatl.

David Quetzal, Coatl, on the other hand, had been on an extended vacation from the business, spending his hard-earned spoils. Of course, that had gotten boring rather quickly, and he had begun searching for a job. This one had brought him out of seclusion.

"So, Dave, what's the job this time?"

"See for yourself." Coatl handed Jake a printout of the list.

By the time he had finished reading it, he had nearly hit the car infront of him.

"Jesus, David! These guys are big fish! Good God, how much are they paying you to whack them?"

"Five hundred a pop."

"Five hundred gees? That ain't worth shi-"

"Five hundred mil."

This time, they were nearly rear-ended as Jake reflexively pounded the brakes.

"Five hundred million? Damn! Somebody sure wants these blokes six feet under. So, you said 30%?"

"Yep."

"Alright, you convinced me. When we get back to my place, I'll make a few calls. Get you set up. Guns, ammo, explosives, you name it. Just be careful, pal. This won't be a cakewalk..."

OOC: Does Ceyolia know you're doing this? I mean, it's going to be hard to RP you taking over the country without his approval... If he does know about it, then I may have our top HCIA agent, Delta One, do a few hits for you...

Caution: Mild Language

The wiry man sat at the diner nervously attempting to consume a blueberry tart, but in the proces getting it all over his face. He paused and briefly wiped off his face. He looked again at his copy of the Ceyol Informer. It wasn't the stories that concerned him, as his colleagues made sure the news that came out concerned no one, but rather the clock that was illustrated in the top left corner. He looked at his watch. The second hand ticked...

tick...tick...tick...

The two clocks matched exactly. Suddenly he heard his car's engine come to life. He ran out as it slowly crept away. In a single effort, he pulled the rear suicide door on the right side open and dove into the car and in a second was slumped in the pasenger's seat, his colt 1911 pistol trained on the female driver's head. "Would you really kill a pregnant woman? That counts as two you know."

"Adriana?"

"Maj-..."

"Yeah. thats me." Adriana was a disgustingly transparent façade for none other than Mira Romanokovski. The man righted himself in his chair and buckled his seatbelt. "I've got a problem."
"Why else would I be here? I'm married, you know."
"Cute. Several guys on your dad's list are grieving me."

"Who?" She said, nonchalantly applying lipstick.

"Raphelson, head of the police and Lionheart, head of the secret police. Though Qualhoun trusts me to no end, they've uncovered what I'm doing. Also, treasurer Regan has found out my attempt to divert party funds. Those wise-ass mother fuckers are meeting with Jackie Thorne, head of intelligence. They're having a conference at the Hotel Ceyolia, in Ceyol. Ever since then, the same flower delivery truck has been parked outside my house and everywhere I go I see the same woman jogging and the same man reading his paper. They've got all kinds of surveiliance shit up there. I can't crap without everyone in the party knowing about it now."

"I absolve thee of your sins, oh yee of little faith." Adriana said before parking the car.


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TO: ALL PARTIES INVOLVED IN THIS OPERATION:
FROM: MIRA ROMANOKOVSKI

FOUR OF THE TARGETS HAVE BEEN CONFIRMED TO BE IN THE HOTEL CEYOLIA. BE WARNED AS SECURITY IS INTENSE. THE ADRESS IS 7481 CENTRAL AVENUE IN THE CAPITOL CITY OF CEYOL. THERE WILL BE A $50 MILLION DOLLAR REWARD FOR THE DOSSIER THAT IS BEING COMPILED THERE.
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OOC: Does Ceyolia know you're doing this? I mean, it's going to be hard to RP you taking over the country without his approval... If he does know about it, then I may have our top HCIA agent, Delta One, do a few hits for you...

OOC: I, as the creator of Ceyolia, officially offer my approval for this thread

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OOC: I, as the creator of Ceyolia, officially offer my approval for this thread

http://www.winrepco.com/Approved%20Seal.gif

OOC: Well, I do believe it's settled, then.

IC:

Highly Encrypted Communique to Siap

I represent an independent entity who may have something to gain from seeing the targets you have listed eliminated. I would be willing to provide you with my services, for any number of designated targets. If you accept my services, I will require your secure transport into Ceyolia. Your plane may meet me at the following coordinates.

[here follows a string of GPS coordinates, location is a small uninhabited island; it is the location of this man's secret retreat, but anyone coming to pick him up will not notice it]

I look forward to hearing back from you.

--Delta One

End Encrypted Communique

OOC: Well, I do believe it's settled, then.

IC:

Highly Encrypted Communique to Siap

I represent an independent entity who may have something to gain from seeing the targets you have listed eliminated. I would be willing to provide you with my services, for any number of designated targets. If you accept my services, I will require your secure transport into Ceyolia. Your plane may meet me at the following coordinates.

[here follows a string of GPS coordinates, location is a small uninhabited island; it is the location of this man's secret retreat, but anyone coming to pick him up will not notice it]

I look forward to hearing back from you.

--Delta One

End Encrypted Communique

(OOC: Papagori Illiani Romanokovski is an exiled Siapian mobster. All messages should be adressed to him)

**Encrypted Message to Delta One**
Delta One,
It is a good thing that by a sheer stroke of luck we prevented your message from reaching Siap, because if it had, it would have exposed my plot and my future business plan would have been torn to shreds. But, I am also reasonable, and I have heard urban legends of your success, so I will explain: I am a businessman, but my homeland did not agree with my methods, so they began to steal my assets and they forced me to flee my country. Now I am attempting to restart my business and provide myself with a new home.
This being said, if you wish to aid me, a Gulfstream V is en route and shall arive in several hours. Should my background not have disuaded you, then you should board it and instruct the pilot to take you to Ceyol, the capitol city. If you do not wish to continue business, then you may personally erase the coordinates of your retreat from the plane's computers. I offer you this because I am an honest man.
-Papagori Illiani Romanokovski
(OOC: Going out for a few hours, will be back later tonight)

(OOC: Papagori Illiani Romanokovski is an exiled Siapian mobster. All messages should be adressed to him)

**Encrypted Message to Delta One**
Delta One,
It is a good thing that by a sheer stroke of luck we prevented your message from reaching Siap, because if it had, it would have exposed my plot and my future business plan would have been torn to shreds. But, I am also reasonable, and I have heard urban legends of your success, so I will explain: I am a businessman, but my homeland did not agree with my methods, so they began to steal my assets and they forced me to flee my country. Now I am attempting to restart my business and provide myself with a new home.
This being said, if you wish to aid me, a Gulfstream V is en route and shall arive in several hours. Should my background not have disuaded you, then you should board it and instruct the pilot to take you to Ceyol, the capitol city. If you do not wish to continue business, then you may personally erase the coordinates of your retreat from the plane's computers. I offer you this because I am an honest man.
-Papagori Illiani Romanokovski
(OOC: Going out for a few hours, will be back later tonight)

Encrypted Transmission to Romanokovski

Excellent. I will be bringing the following weapons with me:

.338 Lapua Magnum Mini-Hecate sniper rifle
Dual silenced MP5KA4s
Dual Sig Sauer P229 pistols
One .50AE Desert Eagle pistol
Two Bowie knives
An assortment of "special payloads": tranquilizing agents, poisons, HE rounds, etc.


I will be awaiting your Gulfstream. Do you have any targets in particular you wish for me to eliminate? If not, I will eliminate Augustus Joule, Sean Lockhart, and Montgomery Nelson, for starters.

--Delta One

End Encrypted Communique

Coatl was sitting at a computer terminal when the message arrived. He quickly scanned it, memorized its contents, and scrubbed all trace of it from his computer.

Walking into the next room, he saw Jake with a pry-bar working on a pile of crates.

"Ah, the packages have arrived?"

"Yep. Your favorites. Even got those snakes you liked."

"The coatl minoris? Good. Put them in the terrarium sitting in that crate. The weapons get here yet?"

"Yep. Wanna see your new toys?"

"What the hell. Open 'em up!"

Prying open a long thin crate, Jake pulled out an odd looking rifle. It was long barreled, with a powerful scope attached to the site-rail, and a pair of bottles attached to the sides of the weapon.

"You'll like this one, Dave. The newest from Pale Rider Arms. It's a nitro-powered sniper rifle. No muzzle flash, no bang, but launches the .50 cal slug just as well as any Barret. A bit heavy, and still kicks like a mule, but great for your job. Just remember, you only get 4 shots out of those tanks, so make sure to carry spares."

Dave took the rifle from his friend, and aimed down the barrel. He checked the balance, found it to be to his liking, and set it aside. He'd need to practice with it, but once he did, it would be like an extension of himself.

"Now, it chambers a few different types of rounds: armor piercing, explosive, darts even. Your targets won't know what hit 'em till their heads explode. Next, we have some demo charges for you. Incendiary, explosive, frag, everything. They'll stick to just about anything, and are pretty deformable, so you should be able to hide them most places."

"Sounds good. I've already got the first target set up. They want me to grab a document for a bonus, but security seems a bit too tight for that. I'm thinking a simple smoke-out should work wonders here."

"Sounds good. When is it going down?"

"ASAP. I'm heading out now to set it up. I'll take the rifle and a few of those incendiary charges. See you later tonight."

Coatl reached into the terrarium as he walked out, grabbing one of the snakes and placing it in a small box. Hopping into his car, he placed the snake carefully on the seat next to him.

Four down, twenty one to go.


OOC: Hate to ask, but can I get a description of the general area around the building? Or shall I just assume there's a good place for him to hide nearby?

A tall, sexy woman dresed in a red dress and high heels watched as Coatl drove up to the hotel. She could tell by the look on his face that he was thinking of a seventy million reward, as well. Looks like she had some competition. She pulled out a lipstick tube and applied black libstick, which clashed with her outfit. She swaggered into the hotel and went up to teh reception desk and said,
"I want the most expensive room the Ceyolia can offer me."
"Okay, Ma'am, can I get your name and address?"
"Cherry Black, Ten Green Lane, Green Sun City, Green Sun."
"All right...Okay, you're all checked in. Here's the key. Top floor, room 1135."
"Thanks."
She made her way up to the elevator and pushed a button. While on the elevator, a voice came into her ear.
"Security cameras have been bugged. You won't be spotted."
"I don't plan to."

OOC: Ah, BIG hotel. Ah wel, must save the smoke out gambit for another time. Looks like guns blazing then...

IC: Coatl noticed the woman watching him, and nodded. Well, looks like I'm not the only one. Ah well, we can share the 2 billion... Bending down, he reached into his glove compartment and applied a micromask to his face, distorting his features under it, making him look like someone else. Only a highly trained eye would spot the mask, and even then, they wouldn't be able to discern his true identity. Placing his pet in his suitcase, he exited the vehicle.

Walking into the building, he arrived in time to hear the woman check in. As she walked into the elevator, he ran up to the desk looking flustered, carrying his suitcase.

"May I help you, sir?"

"Yes, my wife just checked in," Coatl said, affecting a Green Sun accent. "Can I get a key to our room?"

"Her name and address, sir?"

"Cherry Black. Ten Green Lane in Green Sun City."

"I'm sorry sir, she didn't say that she was with another person."

"Dammit, I'm sure she was just flustered. Now, can I get the key and room number?"

"I suppose..."

"Thanks a bundle. Here, lemme give you a tip for your trouble..."
Coatl leafed through his billfold and pulled out fifty Ceyolian dollars. Grabbing the key out of the concierge's hand, he rushed over to the elevator, lugging his suitcase behind him.

Top floor coming right up...

OOC: Mind splitting this one? Two bil is plenty for the both of us. Anyway, the James Bond style of pulling this off sounds fun. ;)

OOC: She's one of Green Sun's top spies who doubles as a mercenary. She might take more than her share, take note.
IC:
"Cherry, I just got something very interesting. It seems that someone else has just checked into teh same room as you..."
"Oh, this should be fun. Looks like my competition is looking for a little bit on the side."
"Just turn off your earpiece when he wants it."
"No promises."

Coatl walked up to room 1135, and knocked on the door. Keepin his hand on his gun, he stood off to the side of the peephole and called out to the occupant.

"Room service!"

OOC: She's a Green Sun spy, he's Otagia's best assassin. They'll work something out. After all, it's over two billion. Not like they can spend it all anyway. :P Anyway, IM me at blaestwin@hotmail.com. It'd be easier to make these collaborative posts...

OOC: Sorry, I'm not allowed to do IMs. Maybe Emails, though. Presidentuziel@gmail.com
IC:
"I bet," Cherry replied. She opened the door and grabbed Coatl, throwing him onto the bed an held a gun to his face.
"Coatl. You're an assasin from Otagia with teh same employer as I. You've eitehr come here to eliminate the competition or discuss a deal. Seeing as I'm teh one with the gun to your face, I'd say the latter."

Coatl grinned sheepishly.

"Well, if you put it that way... Anyway, I was going to deal in the first place. After all, two billion is a lot of money. Oh, and please don't jostle me so much, you'll make my pet angry."

OOC EDIT: No IM? That bites. Ah well, must do this the hard way. If you want to e-mail me, try my real addy: blaesa@gmail.com.

She chuckled.
"I risk a lot by targeting these officials. If they find out it was me who did it, war could be declared against Green Sun."
She put her gun away.
"And as a Green Sun spy and assasin, letting that happen would cause me my neck. In order to take the blow for Green Sun, Black Silence will require fifteen percent of the money."
She grabbed his hand and pulled him up.
"And in that event, that fifteen is coming out of your half."

Encrypted Transmission to Romanokovski

Excellent. I will be bringing the following weapons with me:

.338 Lapua Magnum Mini-Hecate sniper rifle
Dual silenced MP5KA4s
Dual Sig Sauer P229 pistols
One .50AE Desert Eagle pistol
Two Bowie knives
An assortment of "special payloads": tranquilizing agents, poisons, HE rounds, etc.


I will be awaiting your Gulfstream. Do you have any targets in particular you wish for me to eliminate? If not, I will eliminate Augustus Joule, Sean Lockhart, and Montgomery Nelson, for starters.

--Delta One

End Encrypted Communique

The Gulfstream arrived at the airstrip. Inside, in addition to an assortment refreshments was a note:


According to our source, besides the four already located at the Ceyolian Hotel, the three generals have become rather annoying, due to their uncanny ability to root out our sources. An interesting point, though is that Thornberry and Coney are lovers. Our man was able to drop a tracer into
Coney's car. If you follow him, he should lead you to Thornberry. Wallace, on the other hand is believed to be in a nuclear reactor hidden in the mountain range working on the Ceyol nuclear program. Since Ceyolia is devoid of Uranium, they use Siapian uranium, which is shipped using a dummy corporation of ours. Our Liason also asks politely if you would find and disable the aluminum centrifuges that are being used there. His promise is $20 million and a position as an outside consultant to the Ceyolian military with what he promises to be a lucrative contract.

"Fine. Just for this hit though. I plan to claim a good deal of money from these jobs. Now, how are we going to go about this hit? I was planning a Smoke Out, but the building is a bit big for that, and we wouldn't get the docs that way. We could pull a Bond, but that seems rather risky."

As he talked, he stood up and began rummaging through his suitcase. He pulled out the clear plastic box containing the coatl minoris, and checked how it was doing. Angry, but not harmed. He began to go through his extensive collection of weaponry.

"I've got the guns and the equipment to do a Bond, but I prefer to get shot at as little as possible. We could do a Shake and Bake, I have enough explosives, but I'm not sure about the docs surviving, and it'd get security on our asses lickety damn split. So, you got any ideas?"

((Let's continue tomorrow or wednesday, dpeending if I can get time to get on tomorrow seeing as I'm going to a theme park tomorrow.))
She smiled.
"I prefer to do a Cherry."
She opened her bag and pulled out another bag from within it. She swaggered out of the room and onto the elevator. She pressed the button and stopped it only for Coatl to hop in. The levator went down and they were on the floor where their targets were living for the time being. She told Coatl to stay there as she approached the gaurds with the bag. They eyed the bag suspiciously and eyed her even more. She put her hand in the bag and the gaurds went for their sidearms. She pulled out a small black cherry and forced one gaurd to take it before shooting the otehr three in the heart. She turned to Coatl and said,
"That's why I'm called Black Cherry."
She looked up at the security cameras and asked,
"They still off?"

"Original..."

Readying his SMG, he moved to the card slot, and inserted a key-card attached to a small pad. Placing it against the wall, he waited until he heard the lock open, and readied a flashbang. He grinned and called out to Cherry.

"Shall we?"

OOC: Fine by me. Seeing as I just went to Six Flags saturday, I understand perfectly. Have fun!

"It doesn't take three shots in the hallway to tell me that I am in trouble. Gentlemen, Break! Rendezvous at goosehead." She immediately went for the window, and heaved herself out, but held onto the window sill and flung herself through the window below. Regan, chubby and overweight stumbled around and fell onto the ground. Raphelson threw a Beretta to Regan "Stay here and fight. If the front desk clerk is right, there's only two of them." Raphelson lifted his Desert Eagle and Lionhearte steadied his .44 Magnum. "Dibs on the baracuda in the red dress." Raphelson ducked into the bathroom and Lionheart into a bedroom. Regan flopped around a bit. "If you wanna lay there, then at least tell 'em we're gone when they come in."

Cherry opened the door slightly and threw another cherry into the room, which emitted a thick smokescreen. They didn't see her as she slipped into the bathroom, where she force-fed Ralpheson a poisoned cherry.

Walking into the room, Coatl glanced around, peering through the smoke. Seeing the overweight Regan still crawling around on the floorl in confusion, he walked over and put a bullet into each knee-cap.

Over the howl of pain, Coatl grinned, and kept an eye on the doors as he kicked away the berreta.

"So, chum, where's the others? I'm sure the girl already got at least one, and I'm sure it wasn't pretty. Now, I need to know where the others are, and I'll have to hurt you if you don't tell. You don't want to make me hurt you, do you? I wouldn't like having to do that."

"The otehrs escaped onto one of my helicopters. They're safe for now."
She laughed at Coatl's confused face.
"I'm a spy and an assasin for Black Silence, but I also work for the Green Sun government, and I've got orders to make sure they make it out alive. My country comes first, Coatl. And you're an assasin trying to kill what I'm trying to protect."
She held up her GS Semi/Automatic .332 Magnum with a built-in silencer.
"So put down your weapons or I'll have to cancel all of your contracts. It was lovely working with you."

"Let me get this straight: you want to me to walk away from three 500 million dollar heads? Are you crazy, or do you just have something against sanity?"

As he finished speaking, he suddenly threw himself backwards, closing his eyes tightly as he triggered the flashbang he was still holding.

Bolting past the blinded Cherry, he only looked back to double-tap Regan on the forehead. Slamming the door behind him, he threw the box holding the coatl minoris on the floor before it. By the time Cherry recovered enough to chase him, he would be gone. Pissed, undoubtedly, but gone.

"Cherry to Hairy. Coatl took out Regan, but the others are alright."
"Rodger. What will you do about him?"
"Coatl? Nothing. I'll stop him, that's for sure, but he's gone by this time. Put our 'employer' on the line and tell him to wire the money to my bank account. He won't know the difference."
"Are you returning home?"
"Yes, the other agents can handle the others."
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Meanwhile, on the ground floor, the two taht escaped were greeted by five heavily-armed men wearing Green Sun uniforms.
"Ma'am, you're not safe here. Please come with me and I'll escort you and your partners to safety. Ceyoilia is no longer safe. You will be under Royal Protection of the Green Sun government if you'll come with me."
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Official message to the government of Ceyolia:
"It seems that a bounty has been put on the officials' heads. Green Sun will protect all of them and make sure that the criminal behind it is executed. Black Cherry, our top spy, has identified one of the assasins hired. He is known a Coatl, an assasin from Otagia. We assure you that you will be in the best of care in the Green Sun Royal Family's amnsion, which is the safest in our region. With your permission, you will be escorted to an airbase where you will be greeted by a wing of Green Sun aircraft to escort you to Green Sun."

Coatl was waiting outside the hotel when he saw the pair leaving. He had already changed micromasks and added a wig so that he wouldn't be identified.

Dammit, she wasn't bluffing. Now those kills are going to be a lot more interesting...

Walking calmly back to his car, he got in and took the long way back home. He'd have to pull out some heavy ordinance for this...

OOC: Ceyolia, you got IM? I'd like to talk to you about the remaining hits, if you have time. Oh, and might I suggest hitting the preview post button before posting? It seems GS and I have some bad habits... ;)

The agents of the Agency have been in Ceyolia for weeks and weeks. All ten of them were in this small island nation. Outside the hotel, Agent Cody Foxx sat on a bench facing the hotel. "Knight, two of hits are alive in Green Sun's protection." he said in his radio, that looked like headset for cell-phone, as he watched the front doors.

"Okay, this is not good." said Agent Trent Knight. "Foxx, get out of there."

"Yes, sir." said Cody, who walked away from the area.

"I will get back to the Boss about this." said Knight to himself.

OOC: The Agency (http://www.freewebs.com/transylvaniaagency)

((He's knocked out on the floor of the batheroom.))

"Sniper!"
The Forge Force rushed into place, blocking the second sniper bullet targeted for the other official's head. The helmet flew off of the soldier's head. Teh Forge Force began to evacuate the two into an armored car, which was checked for bombs that might have been placed without their knowing, depsite the driver being int the vehicle at all time.
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Cherry scooped up the knocked out Raphelson and started down the stairs. When he awoke about three stories down, she set him down and let him recover.
"Are you alright?" Cherry asked him, "Does your head hurt? It shouldn't, but if it does we need to hurry."

**Encoded message to Green Sun**
We have recently uncovered this plot ourselves. We are also getting word of a large rebel movement growing within our nation. We need your assistance to evacuate immediately. If you can also aid us in stopping the rebel movement, we would pledge our allegiance to you eternally.
-Mark Qaulhoun

OOC: Okay, Thorne's dead. But Cherry was sent to protect those four, so do you actually think that she would feed him a poisoned cherry? And did you notice she was asking if his head was hurting? It was a knockout cherry, but the chemical used can be potentially poisonous in rare occasions. I said it was poisoned to catch Otagia off-gaurd.

((No sniper rifle is fast enough to hit both of them. The Forge Force is trained for over two years, so they would be quick enough to block the otehr one. And if you're going to ignore the Cherry then I'm going to leave this up to Ceyolia or Siap.
Also seeing as you DELETED your post, I guess that cancels out Thorne's death as well...))

((Doesn't matter how fast the sniper can get the scope on his target's head. The last one ducked and was covered by the Forge Force, they're not that slow. We leave this to Ceyolia and Siap.))

The Gulfstream arrived at the airstrip. Inside, in addition to an assortment refreshments was a note:

According to our source, besides the four already located at the Ceyolian Hotel, the three generals have become rather annoying, due to their uncanny ability to root out our sources. An interesting point, though is that Thornberry and Coney are lovers. Our man was able to drop a tracer into Coney's car. If you follow him, he should lead you to Thornberry. Wallace, on the other hand is believed to be in a nuclear reactor hidden in the mountain range working on the Ceyol nuclear program. Since Ceyolia is devoid of Uranium, they use Siapian uranium, which is shipped using a dummy corporation of ours. Our Liason also asks politely if you would find and disable the aluminum centrifuges that are being used there. His promise is $20 million and a position as an outside consultant to the Ceyolian military with what he promises to be a lucrative contract.

Delta One nodded. He'd take out Joule, Lockhart, and Nelson first, then eliminate the three generals, then disable the centrifuges.

He pulled out his secure SATPhone, and dialed a number for his superiors back at the HCIA. He needed some intel on the next Ceyolian Cabinet meeting. He'd kill three birds with one stone -- one high-explosive stone, that is.

OOC: You two, quit bickering. An amazing play to Green Sun, the poisoned guy should still be alive. After all, a chemical that knocks you out is still a poison. It just means we'll have to work harder to kill them off, and that we all get another chance to put him out of his misery. Quit complaining and tell the story, dammit.

IC: Coatl pulled over at the side of the road, and pulled out a slightly bulky cell-phone. Bought from a friend of his, it was registered under a non-existant identity and could not be traced. He dialed his employer, and when the phone picked up, started talking.

"One is dead by my hand. The others have been removed from my influence by an agent of Green Sun by the name of Black Cherry. I believe that she poisoned one, but it was most likely non-lethal. I will require new targets, and my first payment wired to my account at the Bank of Jordaxia. Now, my new targets?"

OOC: Thorne escaped out the window when the first shots were fired.
***Encoded message to Green Sun***
We have uncovered the plot you speak of. It is too hazardous to have all of our men evacuate them all at once, so I feel that these are the most important people. I will send them to the Ceyol airfield once you have the evacuation aircraft ready.

-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

I greatly appreciate your aid
~Mark Qaulhoun

The aircraft are all ready. We have four jets ready for takeoff, heavily gaurded.

OOC: You two, quit bickering. An amazing play to Green Sun, the poisoned guy should still be alive. After all, a chemical that knocks you out is still a poison. It just means we'll have to work harder to kill them off, and that we all get another chance to put him out of his misery. Quit complaining and tell the story, dammit.

IC: Coatl pulled over at the side of the road, and pulled out a slightly bulky cell-phone. Bought from a friend of his, it was registered under a non-existant identity and could not be traced. He dialed his employer, and when the phone picked up, started talking.

"One is dead by my hand. The others have been removed from my influence by an agent of Green Sun by the name of Black Cherry. I believe that she poisoned one, but it was most likely non-lethal. I will require new targets, and my first payment wired to my account at the Bank of Jordaxia. Now, my new targets?"

A motorcycle roared across the road. The driver slammed his palm on the driver's side window, without slowing down. The motorcycle turned down a sidestreet and was gone. A note was stuck to the window. It read, "Ceyol Airfield. Wait. Look Around. Burn This Message"

[OOC: Hopefully Siap and Ceyolia accept this. If I'm accused of godmodding, I'll edit/delete this as necessary.]

IC:

The three targets were visible through a window on the west wing of the presidential residence. It appeared as though Joule, Lockhart, and Nelson, along with the other members of the Cabinet, were meeting for the last time before they were taken into hiding; or at least, that what the HCIA was assuming. It hardly mattered, though: they were here, and they were in Delta One's sight.

He'd set up his .338 Lapua Magnum Mini-Hecate sniper rifle on the roof of a nearby building, and chambered three high-explosive round. He intended to fire the rounds in quick sucession at the center of the gathering, which ought to kill all three targets, and some unlucky others.

And now, he went through the routine he'd done so many times before, in so many countries. He settled himself comfortably with the rifle propped up securely, slowed his breathing down to a predictable rhythm, and settled his right eye over the scope. Sure enough, Joule's head was right in the crosshairs.

He fired.

The first HE round screamed at Joule, pierced the window, shattered it, and exploded. Delta One quickly snapped off the other two HE rounds in the general direction of Lockhart and Nelson, then disassembled his rifle, packed it in the special X-ray-fooling briefcase, and walked calmly out of the building.

[OOC: I'll leave it up to Siap/Ceyolia to RP what happens to them, and the results.]

After the Count got word of what Green Sun was doing by guarding people on the hit list of his partner, Romanokovski. He got any good idea, send a message to Green Sun about the people.

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To: The leader of Green Sun
From: The God-Emperor Count JWolf

I have got word that your nation is protecting people, who have do crimes in my nation. These people are from the island nation of Ceyolia. I will give you the names of these people and their crimes.

Jack Lionheart: A member of a bank robber gang before heading back to his native Ceyolia. He and his gang rob four huge banks in the Dominion. A total of five million Blood Credits were stolen. He killed over 20 people before escape back to Ceyolia.
Conor Raphelson: A terrorist, that blew up a school in Hungary. He murders over 500 children in this attack.
Jaqueline Thorne: She posed as tourist from our ally and stole jewelry from over 100 stores in the Dominion. It has been total to over three million Blood Credits of jewelry.
Sean Lockheart: A spy, who stole plans of Dominion aircrafts and tanks. We had to canalled the project after that. He killed two top-ranking commander of the Transylvanian army as he escaped.

If you need more info, I can have it send to you. I ask you to hand these people over to me, so they can face their crimes. I will tell you something, these people will tell you that they did not do these thing. But I have news video of the aftermath of the crimes. I can send that too, if you need it. Get back to ASAP.

Coatl looked at the note for a moment, then swallowed it. He then pulled out his phone and called Jake again.

"Jake. Meet me at Ceyol airfield, and bring heavy ordinance and some gear for yourself. ASAP."

Slamming shut his phone, he started the car again, and raced towards the airport.

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Stopping the car, Coatl stepped out onto the back of a hill overlooking the airfield. A perfect vantage point. He began to make preparations, setting up an OLED blanket and set it to display a grass pattern identical to that around him.

He turned smiling when he heard Jake pull up behind him in a pick-up.

"So, you finally made it?"

"Yep. And I brought some goodies for you. You weren't very specific, so I brought the whole gamut: mortar, a SAM, a pair of RPGs, a GMG, and a heavy machine gun. Oh, and you'll like this one: it's a modified vacuuming robot. Remote controlled. Press this button and it deposits an object on the ground, then flattens it. Great for setting explosives."

"Good. I'll set up the GMG under the blanket, you get the robo-bomber working on setting charges to crater that landing field. And don't worry, the thing's expendable if neccessary. Oh, and once you get back, get that SAM ready, just in case. I'll kill them first try, but it never hurts to have back-up."

"Sure thing, Coatl. Hey, that's the first time I've called you that since you went on Sabbatical. Hrm. Anyway, I'll start setting charges."

Coatl smiled as Jake began to set the tar-colored explosives all across the runway. Just like old times...

It was quiet in front of James Carson’s house. Then from out of nowhere, two Ceyolian Police cars and a Ceyolian SWAT van pulled in front. These people were not police officers or SWAT members; they were the agents of the Agency. But each man and woman was wearing the real things that they stole a week ago. Agent Adam Cranston hopped out of one of the cop cars, with his pistol drawn. Agent Dean Tungsten hopped out of the other cop car. Both men were aiming at the front door.

Agent Darren Slade, Rocky Midnight, Young Jude Lopez and Trent Knight came out of the back of the SWAT van. Each one was wearing SWAT uniform of the Ceyolian police department. Each one was armed with a HK G36C assault rifle. Knight and Lopez head to the back of the house as Slade and Rocky watched the front of the house.

“James Carson, you have been charged with treason.” said Agent Roxanne Chang, who was using the car’s intercom. “Come out with your hands in the air.”

After the Count got word of what Green Sun was doing by guarding people on the hit list of his partner, Romanokovski. He got any good idea, send a message to Green Sun about the people.

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To: The leader of Green Sun
From: The God-Emperor Count JWolf

I have got word that your nation is protecting people, who have do crimes in my nation. These people are from the island nation of Ceyolia. I will give you the names of these people and their crimes.

Jack Lionheart: A member of a bank robber gang before heading back to his native Ceyolia. He and his gang rob four huge banks in the Dominion. A total of five million Blood Credits were stolen. He killed over 20 people before escape back to Ceyolia.
Conor Raphelson: A terrorist, that blew up a school in Hungary. He murders over 500 children in this attack.
Jaqueline Thorne: She posed as tourist from our ally and stole jewelry from over 100 stores in the Dominion. It has been total to over three million Blood Credits of jewelry.
Sean Lockheart: A spy, who stole plans of Dominion aircrafts and tanks. We had to canalled the project after that. He killed two top-ranking commander of the Transylvanian army as he escaped.

If you need more info, I can have it send to you. I ask you to hand these people over to me, so they can face their crimes. I will tell you something, these people will tell you that they did not do these thing. But I have news video of the aftermath of the crimes. I can send that too, if you need it. Get back to ASAP.

From: Emperor Jordan
To: Emperor Count JWolf

General Homer himself has put three of those men under Royal protection. They should arrive at our home shortly. I assure you, even my handicapped mother can take care of these four. Rest assured, you will have their heads. We're simply playing them on, thinking they're safe.

Jordan pressed the 'send' button and laughed. Did JWolf think he was stupid?
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Meanwhile, at the airfield, there were several men standing atop of a building scanning the hilltops. Needless to say, they had spotted Coatl and were going to engage him, but Cherry called in and told them she wanted to take care of him herself. It didn't matter what ordanance he was carrying, these planes were coming off the ground. Otherwise Coatl would be enjoying quite a feast of cherries as soon as he found himself resting...

Jake tapped on his bosses shoulder and motioned that they should turn away from the nearby buildings for a moment. When they both had done so, Jake broke the news to Coatl.

"Looks like we have company."

"I know, Jake."

"You do?"

"Yeah. Over on that building over there. Don't worry, they won't be there much longer."

"Oh? Why not?"

"I planted charges on that building."

"Oh..."

"Looks like the plane is coming in. Hey, keep an eye out for company while I give them a welcome."

Scurrying under the blanket into the hollow, Coatl snapped back the bolt on the GMG, chambering the first high explosive grenade, and waited as the targets boarded the plane...

From: Emperor Jordan
To: Emperor Count JWolf

General Homer himself has put three of those men under Royal protection. They should arrive at our home shortly. I assure you, even my handicapped mother can take care of these four. Rest assured, you will have their heads. We're simply playing them on, thinking they're safe.

To: Emperor Jordan
From: The God-Emperor Count JWolf

No, Emperor Jordan, those men and women are wanted criminals of the Dominion. I had some men hunt them down in Ceyolia. They were close to Lionheart and Thorne when your men appeared out of nowhere and took them. I will be sending reports, newspapers, videos from the banks and jewelry stores, and news videos of their crimes with this message. So, if these people are not in my men’s hands in 24 hours, your nation will be blacklist by the Dominion for offering a safe haven to wanted criminals. So, want are you going to do?

The Count pushed the 'send' button and said to himself “It would take ten minutes to see those are real videos of those people. Actors are nice thing to have now of days.”

[OOC: Hopefully Siap and Ceyolia accept this. If I'm accused of godmodding, I'll edit/delete this as necessary.]

IC:

The three targets were visible through a window on the west wing of the presidential residence. It appeared as though Joule, Lockhart, and Nelson, along with the other members of the Cabinet, were meeting for the last time before they were taken into hiding; or at least, that what the HCIA was assuming. It hardly mattered, though: they were here, and they were in Delta One's sight.

He'd set up his .338 Lapua Magnum Mini-Hecate sniper rifle on the roof of a nearby building, and chambered three high-explosive round. He intended to fire the rounds in quick sucession at the center of the gathering, which ought to kill all three targets, and some unlucky others.

And now, he went through the routine he'd done so many times before, in so many countries. He settled himself comfortably with the rifle propped up securely, slowed his breathing down to a predictable rhythm, and settled his right eye over the scope. Sure enough, Joule's head was right in the crosshairs.

He fired.

The first HE round screamed at Joule, pierced the window, shattered it, and exploded. Delta One quickly snapped off the other two HE rounds in the general direction of Lockhart and Nelson, then disassembled his rifle, packed it in the special X-ray-fooling briefcase, and walked calmly out of the building.

[OOC: I'll leave it up to Siap/Ceyolia to RP what happens to them, and the results.]

The Cabinet meeting had been going splendidly until the minister of foreign affair's head exploded. Within a second, the tray of ornately arranged exotic fruits was turned into apple sauce and sprayed all over the room and then the secretary of defense's gastrointestinal juices were dded to the concoction. Adriana quickly slammed the button and caused reinforced steel plates to slide down the window. She ran to the chancellor at an incredible speed for a 3-month pregnant woman. "You need to evacuate your people." He had fallen over backwards. "Adriana, I owe you my life for uncovering this plot." She ran to the door. "I'll have the sniper finished." She was down in the parking garage and once she got past all of the cameras, she donned a jumpsuit and put a motorcycle helmet over her face. She yelled into her radio. "All units mobilize-sniper on the rooftop of SE corner building (Even though the shots obviously came from due north)"
She roared out of the garage. She saw delta one walking calmly down the street. She grabbed him in an abrupt sweep, without slowing down, but as he drew his sidearm, she shouted. "I'm on your side. Your payment is ready. Which targets would you like to take on next? The lovers or the nuke guy?'


Meanwhile,
The first evacuation group was ready. They were each in seperate cars, and surrounded by a fleet of vehicles that looked exactly alike- to the naked eye, it was impossible to tell which cars held the VIPs. The cars sped quickly to the airport...

It was quiet in front of James Carson’s house. Then from out of nowhere, two Ceyolian Police cars and a Ceyolian SWAT van pulled in front. These people were not police officers or SWAT members; they were the agents of the Agency. But each man and woman was wearing the real things that they stole a week ago. Agent Adam Cranston hopped out of one of the cop cars, with his pistol drawn. Agent Dean Tungsten hopped out of the other cop car. Both men were aiming at the front door.

Agent Darren Slade, Rocky Midnight, Young Jude Lopez and Trent Knight came out of the back of the SWAT van. Each one was wearing SWAT uniform of the Ceyolian police department. Each one was armed with a HK G36C assault rifle. Knight and Lopez head to the back of the house as Slade and Rocky watched the front of the house.

“James Carson, you have been charged with treason.” said Agent Roxanne Chang, who was using the car’s intercom. “Come out with your hands in the air.”

Carson lay wide awake in his bed. He had no intention of surrendering. He heard the horror stories of what happened to suspected traitors. He solemnly stood up and walked to his desk and wrote on a pad of paper. "I am not a traitor. I am a patriot. I am proud to be a Ceyolian, despite what my government thinks." he then pulled a small revolver he kept in his desk.
His wife and kids were not awoken by the police, but they were awoken by what sounded like a firecracker.

OOC: All confirmed kills have been updated

To: Emperor Jordan
From: Emperor Count JWolf

No, Emperor Jordan, those men and women are wanted criminals of the Dominion. I had some men hunt them down in Ceyolia. They were close to Lionheart and Thorne when your men appeared out of nowhere and took them. I will be sending reports, newspapers, videos from the banks and jewelry stores, and news videos of their crimes with this message. So, if these people are not in my men’s hands in 24 hours, your nation will be blacklist by the Dominion for offering a safe haven to wanted criminals. So, want are you going to do?

The Count pushed the 'send' button and said to himself “It would take ten minutes to see those are real videos of those people. Actors are nice thing to have now of days.”
To: Count JWolf
From: Emperor Jordan

You've got some good actors, but none of them seem to have bachelor's degrees in acting, either. We're not stupid, JWolf, these are people, human beings, also leaders of a foreign government. Unless you change their mind on whether or not they should live, do not contact me again on the subject, or I will be forced to send more agents to make this incredibly difficult for your men than it already is.
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"You mean these explosives, Coatl?" Cherry said, throwing the dearmed bombs up in the air. She tossed them to his feet.
"You really are underestimating the Forge Force, you know that, right? The only reason they haven't brought out a tank yet is because I wanted to handle you and it would be difficult to bring one here without Ceyolia's knowing."
Cherry smiled.
"Green Sun wants to make you a deal. Since one of the targets have already been killed by another assasin, you're not getting all of the money that you could have made. Green Sun can promise you a large mansion in Green Sun and one in Risban, four cars each, three personal jets, and one-hundred twenty million Heads if you switch sides. Kill the man who put the bounty on their heads and Black Silence will sponsor you, giving you an access to an arsenal that not even the Green Sun Government could refuse. It's not two billion dollars, but Green Sun won't hold you responsible for the damaged military equipment that you pose a threat to."

She roared out of the garage. She saw delta one walking calmly down the street. She grabbed him in an abrupt sweep, without slowing down, but as he drew his sidearm, she shouted. "I'm on your side. Your payment is ready. Which targets would you like to take on next? The lovers or the nuke guy?'

"Are all of the three targets dead? Joule, Lockhart, and Nelson?"

He did not pause for her answer, instead continuing, "Payment can be wired to this account," he said, handing her a slip of paper with a numbers of a Swiss bank account. "I will eliminate the generals before dealing with the centrifuges." He then disappeared into the crowd.

Adriana dropped off Delta One at a freight depot. "Call me when you finish. I have to run an errand." She was back out on the bike again. As the cars approached the airport, Adriana-sans biker clothes- ran up to Ryan Hearte as he got out of his car. "Ryan. I'm so glad to see your safe." She threw her arms around him. "Listen. There's no time. Get on the plane now. Take your men with you."
Ryan looked at her. "At least I know there's one person in my government whose not a traitor." He yelled for all the men to line up and board the planes. The men were lining up and Adriana helped Ryan put on his coat as they got on the plane. She shouted to the Green Sun soldiers. "Double check the area for charges that may have been overlooked."

Meanwhile, a man in a gray jumpsuit came up to him. "We can get you in there easy." He handed him a similar gray jumpsuit with an ID badge. "Just drive this rig up the main highway out of the city. You'll pick up a military escort, two armored cars with .50 cal turrets and TOW missiles, maybe a chopper if your lucky, but don't worry, there with us. They'll take you the rest of the way. I have the frequency on the truck set for their private frequency when you need them to do something. Now suit up!"

Adriana dropped off Delta One at a freight depot. "Call me when you finish. I have to run an errand." She was back out on the bike again. As the cars approached the airport, Adriana-sans biker clothes- ran up to Ryan Hearte as he got out of his car. "Ryan. I'm so glad to see your safe." She threw her arms around him. "Listen. There's no time. Get on the plane now. Take your men with you."
Ryan looked at her. "At least I know there's one person in my government whose not a traitor." He yelled for all the men to line up and board the planes. The men were lining up and Adriana helped Ryan put on his coat as they got on the plane. She shouted to the Green Sun soldiers. "Double check the area for charges that may have been overlooked."

Meanwhile, a man in a gray jumpsuit came up to him. "We can get you in there easy." He handed him a similar gray jumpsuit with an ID badge. "Just drive this rig up the main highway out of the city. You'll pick up a military escort, two armored cars with .50 cal turrets and TOW missiles, maybe a chopper if your lucky, but don't worry, there with us. They'll take you the rest of the way. I have the frequency on the truck set for their private frequency when you need them to do something. Now suit up!"
"Ma'am, we are, constantly. We've already picked up a few on the Watchtower. The plane is ready to take off. We're checking it one last time."

"You mean these explosives, Coatl?" Cherry said, throwing the dearmed bombs up in the air. She tossed them to his feet.
"You really are underestimating the Forge Force, you know that, right? The only reason they haven't brought out a tank yet is because I wanted to handle you and it would be difficult to bring one here without Ceyolia's knowing."
Cherry smiled.
"Green Sun wants to make you a deal. Since one of the targets have already been killed by another assasin, you're not getting all of the money that you could have made. Green Sun can promise you a large mansion in Green Sun and one in Risban, four cars each, three personal jets, and one-hundred twenty million Heads if you switch sides. Kill the man who put the bounty on their heads and Black Silence will sponsor you, giving you an access to an arsenal that not even the Green Sun Government could refuse. It's not two billion dollars, but Green Sun won't hold you responsible for the damaged military equipment that you pose a threat to."

"You think I'm stupid? If I kill him, I never get a job again in my life. That and you're offering me pocket change. Oh, and Cherry? Not those bombs. That bomb."

Gesturing over his shoulder, he pointed at a barely visible black speck moving on the side of the building. With a flick of his fingers, the speck detonated violently, engulfing the building in flames. He pulled a small autopistol and pointed it at Cherry.

"Now, step aside, or you're next."

"Shit!" Adriana screamed as she dashed across the tarmac. She screamed over the radio. "Get airborne! Now!"

OOC: Otagia, check your telegrams

The airplane's pilots didn't think twice. Within a minute, it was airborne and gaurded by five Green Sun jets.
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Cherry smiled.
"Bad idea, Coatl."
At the blink of an eye, she dropped a smoke cherry and Coatl found himself being held up by the throat and a knife prodding his groin. Then he felt a gun at his head.
"Nice work, Cherry. For a second there I was worried about you," a deep voice bellowed.
"Oh, Hairy, don't. You know I can take care of myself. Oh, Coatl, this is my Ops officer and partner, Hairy. Hairy, this is Coatl, the charming assasin I was actually tempted to help."

From the base of the hill, a SAM missile screached upwards, burning a straight line towards the plane. The plane swirved to the side, just barely avoiding the missile. However, the SAM shrieked back around, slamming directly into the bottom of the plane, right between the wings. Fire bloomed as the aircraft broke in two.

Coatl smiled, and gestured down towards the bottom of the hill. There stood a man, aiming a high powered autorifle at the pair.

"Cherry, Hairy, I'd like you to meet Oni, my business partner."

OOC: Just out of curiosity, how did you manage to tell who Coatl was, what with the micromask and wig?

From the base of the hill, a SAM missile screached upwards, burning a straight line towards the plane. The plane swirved to the side, just barely avoiding the missile. However, the SAM shrieked back around, slamming directly into the bottom of the plane, right between the wings. Fire bloomed as the aircraft broke in two.

Coatl smiled, and gestured down towards the bottom of the hill. There stood a man, aiming a high powered autorifle at the pair.

"Cherry, Hairy, I'd like you to meet Oni, my business partner."

OOC: Just out of curiosity, how did you manage to tell who Coatl was, what with the micromask and wig?

Two darts flew and sank into Cherry and Hairy's neck. A female motorcyclist wearing a helmet that covered her face held a smoking gun. "Oni, Coatl, Adriana, a.k.a. Mira Romanokovski. We'll take them from here. Don't worry about them escaping. Those darts contain muscle relaxants and methyloxyamphetamines. They'll be paralyzed in a nightmare for the next 24 hours. I'll handle them from here."

Coatl nodded respectfully to his employer, smiling gratefully, as Jake began breaking down their equipment quickly and efficiently.

"Ma'am. A pleasure to meet you in person. May I request information on the other targets, and any further hits still available?"

To: Count JWolf
From: Emperor Jordan

You've got some good actors, but none of them seem to have bachelor's degrees in acting, either. We're not stupid, JWolf, these are people, human beings, also leaders of a foreign government. Unless you change their mind on whether or not they should live, do not contact me again on the subject, or I will be forced to send more agents to make this incredibly difficult for your men than it already is.

OOC: Calling a huge godmode, GS. It is in the bold letters. Your leader would not know a damn thing, if it was the real people or actors. So, you are about to be ingore by me. So, hand those people over to me or you will be a godmodder.

OOC: The place is crawling with Green Sun soldiers, man, ones who are well aware of the situation.
IC: The belly of the blazing plane opened and five emergency raft fell out of it with armored soldiers covering the officials. When they landed, they kept on goign into teh horizon, where, it was difficult to tell with an eye in the sky to spot the USS Reynolds just outside of Ceyolian waters.
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Hairy pulled teh dart out of his neck and jabbed it into Coatl's.
"You honestly think you can take me down with simple meths? I've taken a Rhino tranq and still was able to walk a mile before I rejoined my group."
Hairy raised his pistol and shot the motorcycle's wheel.

Ceyolia, 2232 Local Time

Delta One nodded at Adriana, silently thanking her for the ride, then oriented himself towards the city center, towards the hotel where his HCIA intel said the generals were staying. He surreptitiously checked that the silencer was securely fastened on the .50AE Desert Eagle he had.

About half an hour later, at 2300, he was at the front desk of the five-star hotel where the generals where residing. He got the attention of the receptionist.

"Excuse me. I believe some friends of mine are staying here, and I'd like to leave them a message."

"Their names, sir?"

"Leigh Thornberry, Johnathan Wallace, and Michael Coney."

The receptionist typed some commands in her computer, then nodded.

"Yes, they are here."

"What rooms are they staying in?"

"I'm sorry, sir, we don't give out that information."

"Very well, then. Can I write them a message, and have it delivered to them?"

"Certainly," she said, handing him a sheet of paper, a pen, and an envelope.

"Thank you." Delta One moved to a chair in the lobby, acted as if he were scrawling something on the paper, then sealed it in the envelope. "Here you go, miss."

"Thank you," she replied. The boxes for each room were behind the front desk, and Delta One surreptitiously watched her as he walked towards the elevators. She looked between boxes 928 and 929 before placing it in 928.

So, Delta One thought, they have adjacent rooms. Excellent.

He entered the elevator, and went up to the ninth floor. The receptionist hadn't noticed that he hadn't left after giving her the "message."

He walked down the corridor towards 928. He pulled a small device out of his jacket. It was a simple black plastic card, just like a hotel key card, attached to a small black box with three LEDs on it by a few wires. Delta One quietly inserted the card into the key card slot, and pressed the button on the box. The LEDs flashed red for a few seconds, then all three turned green as the key card programmed itself to the lock. The lock opened with a quiet click. Delta One pocketed the device, drew his Desert Eagle, and quietly opened the door.

Sure enough, there were the sleeping forms of Thornberry and Coney, snuggled tightly together in bed. Delta One walked slowly up to the bedside, leveled the barrel of the gun to Thornberry's forehead, and pulled the trigger three times in succession. The gun made a low spat as the bullets drilled through Thornberry's head. Delta One put three bullets through Coney's head, then opened the door to the adjacent room.

Unfortunately, Wallace was still awake, sitting up in his bed watching late-night TV. He stared at Delta One for a second, uncomprehending. "Who the hell are you?" was the only thing Wallace could get out before Delta One brought the pistol up and shot him twice between the eyes. His body went limp, and slouched forward onto the sheets, his blood slowly pooling out and beginning to stain the comforter. Delta One replaced the gun in its shoulder holster, and calmly walked back to the elevator. He took it down to the ground floor, and walked through the lobby to the doors. The same receptionist who'd promised to deliver his message looked up at him.

"Have a nice night, sir," she said, smiling.

"You too," Delta One said, giving a faint smile in return. Then, he was out the door.

"Oh, lovely, a needle. You should have shot me first, bastard."

Coatl turned, and blasted Hairy in the chest with his autopistol, half emptying the clip.

He turned the gun to Cherry apologetically.

"So sorry for that. Some people are too stupid to know when to give up."

OOC: Otagians are the subject of quite a bit of government experimentation. You'd probably need reptile tranqs to put one out.

Carson lay wide awake in his bed. He had no intention of surrendering. He heard the horror stories of what happened to suspected traitors. He solemnly stood up and walked to his desk and wrote on a pad of paper. "I am not a traitor. I am a patriot. I am proud to be a Ceyolian, despite what my government thinks." he then pulled a small revolver he kept in his desk.
His wife and kids were not awoken by the police, but they were awoken by what sounded like a firecracker.

Knight and Lopez kick through the back door when they hear a gun shot inside. Both men ran up the stairs and into Carson’s office. “Adam, Carson has killed himself.” said Knight in his radio. Lopez looked around the room and found the piece of paper on the desk.

“Yo!” he said to Knight “Got a note on the desk.”

“Take it.” said Knight.

Lopez pocketed it and ran back into the hallway. He stop because Carson’s kids were looking at him. Because he had on a black mask, they could not ID him.

“T, we need to go.” he said. Knight ran out to see what was wrong. “Yeah, we need to go.” Both men ran pass the kids and out of the front. The other agents were loading up as they exited the front door. Knight and Lopez hopped in the back of the SWAT van as it was pulling away.

Inside the cop car in front, Roxanne called Mr. Romanokovski “Carson is dead.” They would burn the vehicles later.

The officials in the raft were severely burned, or at least the ones who weren't dead-none of them knowing that a transponder was hidden on the plane, guiding the missile. Lockhearte and Thorne stared back at the island, contemplating their next move.

Hairy recovered quickly.
"UziCorp has got to find a way to reduce the bruising effect on these vests..." Hairy mumbled. He grabbed Coatl by the head and lifted him up.
"Nice working with you."
He threw Coatl like a ragdoll over the hill and into the airfield, where five members of teh Forge Force had him cornered.
"If he had only seen those houses. They were very quite nice."

OOC: Wait... Your vest just took about 15 AP bullets to the chest and it only bruised you? Something wrong there...

OOC: UziCorp is well known for its products.

OOC: Wait... Your vest just took about 15 AP bullets to the chest and it only bruised you? Something wrong there...

OOC: You and me both. That man is gone. GS, read this post. http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=9294570&postcount=75

OOC: I don't care what they're well known for, NOTHING can stop FIFTEEN armor piercing bullets. Unless he has a solid slab of metal (and it would have to be damn thick) strapped to his chest, he ain't going anywhere for a long time. And even the best bullet proof vests tend to break ribs. This guy would be laying on the ground either dead or KO'd, even if it weren't AP.

((First of all, I'm not going to let you kill any of my characters, as I'm not going to kill yours. Second, yes, it does in fact have a large plate of metal in it, and he can carry it since he's Hairy. I don't plan on staying in this RP very long anyways, it's getting me too worked up. I might allow an assault on the GS Palace, but that won't end well for the attackers.))

OOC: At least have him wounded.

IC: Mira looked at the mound of flesh and blood that was Hairy. She then looked at Cherry, who was unable to move, but obviously in psychological terror. Mira took her dart gun and fired four more darts into her. "Thats way over the lethal dose. Unfortunately, I must vanish." She ran past Coatl, but when he turned, she was gone.

OOC: Lets see a good hallucination scene

Hairy tripped, got back up and picked up Cherry. She was still alive, but barely. He limped to the Airfield where they went onto a helicopter and followed the Reynolds back to Green Sun. There was hope for Ceyolia with these three survivors. After the hit on Papagori was done, this would all be over. Mission successful.
OOC: Trans, if you fire-bomb the palace, it would be ignored completely.

Coatl smiled at empty air, and turned and hopped in his car. As he drove off, he picked up his phone.

"Oni, don't go home just yet. We need to do some follow-up, the usual."

"Of course. I'll call Frankie and reserve him, just in case. Burn the rats out if they're still alive, right?"

"I said the usual, didn't I?"

_______

Back at the house, Coatl looked at a satellite image. Broadcasting live, it had a clear view of the tiny life-raft floating in the middle of the ocean. Coatl smiled, as he saw a small plane fly over the raft, and his smile widened when he saw flames pouring out of tanks mounted on the sides, spilling down onto the raft below. He was slightly saddened by the fact that Frankie was not likely to return alive with the plane, but hey, if he didn't...

One less witness.

OOC: Trans, if you fire-bomb the palace, it would be ignored completely.

OOC: Then edit that post, that you leader somehow figure out that it was actors not the real people. Do you think I would have second-rate actors doing this? Think of what the Hollywood company have in the FX department today.

This is the second time that you godmoded with me. First being the sniper bullet, which you man somehow blocked with helmet and still was alive..

Just hand the people over or I will Siap kick you out of this thread because you are godmodding. He knows if this does not work, the Count will have him and his family killed.

The USS Reynolds arrived back in Green Sun on time. The three who got away were escorted by four Neutron tanks, five Humvees, three jets, and a Goliath, not to mention dozens of soldiers. The pilots of the plane that held the three originally that was shot down did not make it. Cherry and Hairy were treated quickly. Cherry was out for two and a half weeks and came out with a severe addiction, but was still alive due to the quick medical attention she recieved once on the chopper. Hairy had five broken ribs and as many as six bullets in his arms. He also had internal bleeding, but that was quickly taken care of by UziCorp. Both recieved purple hearts and Cherry recieved three other medals, including Medal of Honor once she recovered. She is getting treatment for her addiction caused by the tranqs.

Over 5,000 Black Wolf soldiers were guarding Papagori and his family in the Dominion. (OOC: Yes, they are in the Dominion. They are staying in the former Russian mafia boss‘s mansion.) Each man was armed with a AR-56 assault rifle. 100 snipers, member of the Black Wolves, were out top of the near by hills and buildings. Each one was armed with a M82A3 sniper rifles. Nobody would make it to Papagori and his family.

To: Count JWolf
From: Emperor Jordan

I and my people have looked over the stuff, you send. We are sorry for the mix up. Jack Lionheart, Conor Raphelson and Sean Lockheart are being load on a plane to your nation. They are your prisoners, now.

OOC: Edit by me because what GS original posted was a godmode. The link = http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=9293941&postcount=64

“Good.” said the Count to himself. He wrote a message back to Emperor Jordan, thanking him of the good thing he and his nation did for the Dominion. When Lionheart, Raphelson and Lockheart arrived in the Dominion, he would lock them up in a max. prison in Romania.

OOC: Ignored, Trans. That, itself is a g-mod. They are still in Green Sun. Obviously you don't seem to know an implication when it's made. Jordan knew they weren't criminals and bluffed. Ugh.

OOC: Ignored, Trans. That, itself is a g-mod. They are still in Green Sun. Obviously you don't seem to know an implication when it's made. Jordan knew they weren't criminals and bluffed. Ugh.

OOC: THEN EDIT YOUR **** POST. YOU GODMODE SAYING IT WAS ACTORS. YOUR POEPLE WOULD NOT KNOW THAT. THOSE THREE MEN ARE MINE. GREEN SUN, YOU ARE THE ONE WHO GODMODED.

And Jordan would not know crap.

OOC: That's it, I'm reporting you.

OOC: That's it, I'm reporting you.

OOC: For what? Did I flame you? NO! Did I flamebait you? NO!

OOC: Green Sun, I'm saying this as politely as possible: So far, all of your posts have contained some sort of extraordinary circumstance that saves your neck: finding hidden demo charges, surviving a stream of AP bullets to the chest, and the passengers of a plane somehow surviving a direct hit by a SAM to the belly, and managing to find a life-raft before they hit the water, even when the plane has been blown in half.

So please, butt out.

OOC: Actually, that IS flaming. Now you're flamebaiting.

And I HAVE left the RP. Honestly I don't care anymore, leave it to Siap if they lived or died.

OOC: Again, you two break it up. Sheesh, it's like having children ;). Now, can we please get back to the RP, Trans?

IC: Looking out from his window seat an expensive restaraunt, Coatl savored the taste of his escargot. Delightful...

Still smiling, he reached into his pocket, and again called the number that his employers had given him.

"Hello again. I've taken care of eight of my projects already, and I still have time left for a few more. I was wondering if you could give me some details on the remaining contracts? I'd do it myself, but I'm not sure I'll be able to get all the details in time."

OOC: Now, can we please get back to the RP, Trans?

OOC:Had to cool down. Plus, I was looking for my next target.

IC:Franklin Jackson would be the next target. Only Agent Cody Foxx and Agent Roxanne Chang would do this hit. The others was setting up to take down Leigh Patterson.

It was 12:00PM; both agents were in all black body suit with a black mask over it. Both agents were in Jackson’s house, they killed the three bodyguards and hide their bodies. They divide at the stairway; Foxx went to room with the VCR that the cameras used. Roxanne heads up to Frankiln’s bedroom. She entered in the room, quiet like a mouse. With one sword in her hands, she started to stabbing the bed on Frankiln’s side….

OOC: Hey, no-one touch Justice Leia Constantine, I feel like a bit of rolplaying randomosity.

Thanks in advance.

OOC: Hey, no-one touch Justice Leia Constantine, I feel like a bit of rolplaying randomosity.

Thanks in advance.

OOC: Okay, I will change it.

Ceyolia, 1533 Local Time

Sunlight glared from the glass walls of Ceyolia's most prestigious private school. The day was over, and a flood of teenagers poured from the main doors. Impatient parents waited in their cars and minivans, windows open in the heat.
Emil Dresner lay back in the seat of his white saloon car, the air conditioning keeping the inside cool. He watched the crowd of children through his sunglasses, his eyes flitting from face to face, seeking only one.
There.
A boy, in his early teens, laughed with a group of friends. He saw the car, and said his goodbyes for the day before approaching it. He stopped at the driver's window, not recognising the man within.

"Where's David?" he asked.

Emil leant against the doorframe, lowering his shades for a second, "He called in sick after lunch. I got reassigned to you"
He extended a hand, "I'm Karl"

"Richard Constantine"

Emil smiled, his mirthless eyes hidden by his sunglasses, "Let's get you home, Richard..."

Esmund, Siap

OOC: It's Ceyolia not Siap.

OOC: It's Ceyolia not Siap.

OOC: Damn.

1628 Local Time

The car cruised leisurely down the motorway, the miles drifting past. A bulletproof window seperated Emil from his passenger, it's edges sealed airtight. For the last fifteen minutes the air con in the back had been steadily filtering 3-quinuclidinyl benzilate (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/3-quinuclidinyl_benzilate), an odorless incapacitating gas, and Richard now lay unconcious on the seat. The windows in the whole car were blacked-out, and no-one would have seen him.
Emil pulled into the garage of the building he'd rented for this job, before closing it with a keyring-button. He got out of the car, and opened the back door. He let it air out for a couple of minutes before dragging the boy to the floor, tying his hands and feet, and gagging him. A door from the garage into the building provided an unseen path, and Emil carried him up to one of the rooms.

-----

Rrrring. Rrrri-

Leia Constantine answered her office phone, "Justice Constantine"

"Before I begin, Miss Constantine" rasped the caller, "let me tell you that this conversation is not to go any further than me or you"

"What? Who is this?"

"Quiet, Mrs Constantine. I have all the cards. If you wish to see Richard again, you will come to central park by five thirty. If you contact the police, I shall kill him. If you bring anyone with you, I shall kill him. If you are not at central park in twenty minutes, I will kill him. There are payphones at the park, and I will call you there. Do not make any stupid mistakes, Miss Constantine, for I am watching you"

The phone clattered against her desk as Justice Leia Constantine ran from the room, headed for the parking lot...

[OOC: BUMP for Siap/Ceyolia to confirm my kills of the three generals, then I'll move on to the centrifuges.]

OOC: All confirmed kills are listed on the front page. I am going to be out for the rest of today and possibly tommorrow, so Siap and Ceyolia won't be posting during those times. I am preparing another post (Big/important stuff) and I would like everyone to not take on new targets until I return.

IC: The maid entered the hotel room and walked up to the phone. "Yes. The generals are dead."
"Very good. I'll send the money." The voice of Mira returned.
---
Leia Constantine came to the park and approached the phones. She was barely containing herself, as after her husband shot himself, her children were the only things she felt she had left. Her fear wasn't eased by the fact that many high-profile people had been killed recently...

Franklin Jackson would be the next target. Only Agent Cody Foxx and Agent Roxanne Chang would do this hit. The others was setting up to take down Leigh Patterson.

It was 12:00PM; both agents were in all black body suit with a black mask over it. Both agents were in Jackson’s house, they killed the three bodyguards and hide their bodies. They divide at the stairway; Foxx went to room with the VCR that the cameras used. Roxanne heads up to Frankiln’s bedroom. She entered in the room, quiet like a mouse. With one sword in her hands, she started to stabbing the bed on Frankiln’s side….

OOC: Siap, you forgot about this one.

-Minister for Intelligence: Sean Lockheart-Killed by Coatl-payments wired

OOC: Erm...not to complain, but I believe Delta One eliminated Mr. Lockheart first at the Cabinet meeting. At $500 mil a pop, as someone else in this thread so eloquently put it, getting one death assigned to the wrong assassin means you can lose a lot of money.

On another note, my post about the disabling of the centrifuges will come soon, I just have to think about how to get in.

1730hrs

The payphone barely rang before being torn from it's hook. The same voice echoed from the earpiece, "Congratulations, Mrs Constantine, you did not panic..."

-----

Emil Dresner lay on a wooden table, a camo sheet over him and his MSG-90 (http://world.guns.ru/sniper/sn27-e.htm). He was a metre back into a darkened room, and his trajectories were calculated.

The words he spoke into his headset were the last that Justice Constantine would hear, "...Goodbye, Mrs Constantine"

The she was still staring at the handset, likely wondering if this was simply a test. Emil did not play games with his work.
He cheated.
He squeezed the trigger, and a seven point six two millimetre lead slug was propelled from the muzzle. The silencer muffled the shot to a whisper, and it was away. The bullet tore through the air, through glass, through bone and tissue, and glass again, finally burying itself in the soil. The target fell, and Emil loosed off three more shots into the twitching body, before dissasembling his rifle and repacking it into the case...

-----

0255hrs

Emil sat in his car in a layby on a deserted road. A portable television on the dash was showing the news, where a Supreme Court Justice had been ruthlessly gunned down. Thirty yards away in the soft earth, and six feet down, lay the burnt body of a fourteen year-old boy, his teeth pulled, his fingertips cut away, and a nine millimetre in his skull. Emil leant back in the seat, a mobile phone in his hand.

"Herr Romanokovski" he said, "I have a name for you"

OOC: For the list, the name is Emil Dresner, and he is a private operative. Think Jackal.

OOC: Siap, you forgot about this one.

Taken care of.

OOC: Erm...not to complain, but I believe Delta One eliminated Mr. Lockheart first at the Cabinet meeting. At $500 mil a pop, as someone else in this thread so eloquently put it, getting one death assigned to the wrong assassin means you can lose a lot of money.

OOC: Sorry, but I forgot to tell you that I played it so that Lockhearte was missed.

he Cabinet meeting had been going splendidly until the minister of foreign affair's head exploded. Within a second, the tray of ornately arranged exotic fruits was turned into apple sauce and sprayed all over the room and then the secretary of defense's gastrointestinal juices were dded to the concoction.

OOC: Sorry, but I forgot to tell you that I played it so that Lockhearte was missed.

OOC: Oh, I must have missed that, my bad. Thanks for clearing that up. Centrifuge post coming sometime in the near future...I hope.

OOC: Still waiting for a target. I could just play it by ear myself, but things might not go quite as you've planned then. It's up to you.

OOC: Technical difficulties-will post by tom. morning

Siap Tribune Economic Report
Consolidated Freight Owner buys controlling share in Pan-Siap Arms
Owner says they shall remain two seperate entities
At the closing of the Esmund Stock Exchange, Consolidated Freight Union Les Kavanagh had successfully taken over Pan-Siap Arms by purchasing 63% of the stock at a 10% mark-up, making this one of the largest take overs this past decade. Kavanagh said at a press conference, "Pan-Siap arms and Consolidated shipping union will not become one in the same, however, these two companies will work symbiotically, and having a sister corporation in shipping will help vertically integrate the arms manufacturing industry and possibly bring it to territory where our rival Skyetech is now."
Pan-Siap arms was recently under investigation for ties to organized crime, when Kavanagh publicly admitted that he had bought the majority of the shares from Papagori Illiani Romanokovski, the head of a large network of illicit activities that included extortion, smuggling, and stock market manipulation and whose current whereabouts are unknown. This purchase has been reviewed by the commercial oversight board as legal. Justice James Hearte remarked, "This act comes at an interesting time, especially since the debate over the public sector has come to a paramount. I personally feel that the private sector can function much more efficiently and can handle these industries better than any elected official can."
Some critics have raised questions as to a possible conflict of interest, due to Kavanagh's marriage to the daughter of the crime magnate. Kavangagh had this to say. "I am thouroughly disgusted that my private affairs would stand in the way of business. The accuations that I am a member of a disgusting crime network by sheer association is appalling, and I am disgusted that these allegations will be made about me to the press, but the cowards won't step into a court of law."

--------

Kavanagh sat at the desk in the office overlooking the Consolidated Freight docks. The sun cast a beautiful red-purple haze over the Esmund bay as the city began to light up. The freighter "Sunfish" was moored at the nearby docks. A train horn shattered the evening calm. The train slowly rumbled inside the freight yard, several hundred cars behind it, some unmarked and some with Pan-Siap written across the containers. Kavanagh picked up his phone. "Have them put the marked containers below deck." The decks were alive with activity as cranes began to lift the containers off the train into the ship. As the night came, the water was as dark a smotor oil, save for the reflection of the city lights and the full moon that came from behind a cloud. Kavanagh looked at the full ship as he picked up his phone. "Major-"

"Yeah. Its me."

"Your high-res hardware will leave Esmund tonight. Where should I send it to?"

"Can't ship it directly to Ceyol. I have supporters in the town of Blake's Point. Go there."

"Got it." Kavanagh hung up.

A large old man with several deep scars stood in front of Kavanagh. "Lars."

"I don't like this. I have a bad feeling in my bones." The man said with a weathered voice

"Why? You saw the sunset. Red by night, sailor's delight."

"Look at the moon. It has a red ring around it. Bad luck."

"Look, I'll command the ship."

"That's why I came. I'll take the shipment, precisely because I know what's been your business, and I figure that you've got a wife a waitin' for ya, and if anything should happen, it'll be to me."

"Lars. I'm speechless."

"You be welcome." Lars said on his way out.

Meanwhile
John Romanokovski sat on the roof of the manor that the Romanokovski's had in The Transylvania. He sat cross-legged with a laptop in his lap, several wires going to a satelite dish. He mumbled severely to himself and then responded with a somewhat lighter tone. The bodyguard stared at him oddly. He swore loudly and then began furiously typing. "Poop." He sighed. "DAAA-aa-AAA-aaaa-AAAA-aaAAaaaAAd!" He half screamed, half moaned. "What?" Was the emanating from the open skylight. "I told you not to do that. You'll make me crap myself."
"The navy in Ceyol knows about the shipment. They're sending a frigate to intercept!" He whined.
"Can Kavanagh's crew fight them off?"
"No."
"They have enough guns to start the apocalypse."
"They're outmanned. Plus the frigate can put a hole in them if something goes wrong. Plus Admiral Nome Johnson is aboard. He thinks the Major is aboard here or something, and he suspects the major."
"Crap. I'll inform the assasins."

~ Secret Communique to all assasins involved in Ceyol:
Nome Johnson is aboard the Frigate Fortitude. He is attempting to board a ship of ours carrying some hardware we need to get to our employee. The death of the Admiral will not only be rewarded with the pay, but you will be allowed to take some of the hardware from our ship, no questions asked.
-P. Romanokovski
***

Conor Raphelson and Jack Lionhearte sat in the bunker with the secret police SWAT team command. "Look. The hotel shootings, the cabinet sniper, Justice Constantine, the plane. Someone put a price on our heads.
You know major, uh, whats his name-"

"The one who your man saw at the casino? At the Baccarat table?"

"Yeah. Why's he got so much cash all of a sudden?"

"I'll have one of my men go and ask him." Raphelson finished.


Ceyolian National Bank, Ceyol

Henry Lamon stood in front of the boardroom. "Our first order of business is how to handle the recent wave of assasinations, and the business prospects it creates for us. Presently, we have the largest private amount of money and the people in charge of checking us have recently dived six feet below the earth. I would like everyone present to consider the market implications of this..."

Coatl sat bolt straight in his chair.

"The target is on what? No, no, no problem. It is simply unexpected. I will have no problem terminating the target. And I do hope collateral damage is acceptable."

Hanging up the phone with a look of supreme annoyance, Coatl quickly finished his dinner, left a healthy tip, and headed out to his car. Picking up his phone again, he dialed a number.

"Jake, looks like I'm going to need some interesting hardware this time. The next target happens to be aboard a military vessel. Now, here's what I need..."

Later, the Fortitude

From the sky above the vessel, Coatl could clearly see the crew patrolling the deck. He smiled, knowing that neither the crew nor the ships radar would notice his ulralight. Camoflagued against nearly all forms of detection, the thing only used a small electric motor for propulsion, preventing a sharp ear from noticing the glider-like aircraft.

As he glided above the Fortitude, he flicked a switch with his thumb, causing a pair of gas tanks to open, pouring out a thick mist, which descended unnoticed on this already foggy night. As the mist hit the patrolling crew, they began to choke, the fast-acting toxin paralyzing their musculature, starting with the vocal cords. Soon, all those above deck were laying immobile, unable to move, much less sound an alarm.

Coatl smiled beneath his rebreather, and brought the ultralight down on the deck, and quickly disengaged the harness, dropping to the deck. Pulling a cruel-looking silenced submachine gun, he quickly and quietly moved through the toxic cloud, heading for the bridge...

After only killing two of the people, the agents left the small island nation the same way they entered it. The other assassins could take out the other people on the list. Plus, one billion is enough money to divide between them. They are not too greedy like the other hit men, assassins, mercenaries, and the other people.

Papagori grumbled. "If that bastard sinks our ship, its coming out of his pay. Otherwise, have him sink the frigate if need be."

On the Fortitude
A sailor mopping was the floors below deck aimlessly looked out the window. He did a double take. Was that a gun that just fell over board? he wondered. He walked over and opened the port hole and looked up and found himself staring into the eyes of a guard, eyes wide with suprise and mouth wide open as if he tried to scream and inhale at the same time. He screamed. Within seconds alarms were sounding. Men rushed to the ammo lockers. "Intruder on board. All personell full alert." The admiral stood on the bridge. "Seal off the bridge. I want that intruder found and keel-hauled." "Sir! The freighter is inbound." "Excellent. Fire a warning shot when it gets into range, but the intruder is the priority."

From his perch high up on the conning tower, Coatl smiled. Through his infrared goggles he could see the crew moving about on the deck. He hoped they were wearing gas masks, otherwise they'd be KO'd by the lingering cloud of gas, and that wouldn't be any fun...

Swinging about, he pushed off into open air, and threw himself towards the rim of the deck. Slamming into it, he activated a set of magnet grips, and using them, scampered down the side of the ship. Crawling down to the waterline, he pulled a magnetically adhering shaped charge from the duffel hanging over his shoulder, and attached it to the hull below the waterline. Crawling across the hull, he repeated this action several times, and then crawled back up to near the edge. He could see one of the crew standing above him, leaning against the rail. From this angle, he couldn't tell if the man had been paralyzed or was simply standing watch with the protection of a gas mask. Silently hooking his feet onto the hull, he carefully reached up and snapped the guards neck.

Scurrying quickly up the side of the hull, he had nearly made it to the roof of the bridge before he heard the splash.

Several guards came out with gasmasks and infared nightvision goggles on. They held their guns in every different direction as they scouted the deck. They came across the ultralight. "The hell is this?" One said kicking it. "Our intruder used this to get aboard. Torch it." One walked up to it and gently placed a grenade in the seat and ran back. After the explosion, all that remained was a black crater and the charred frame as well as some of the fabric on the edges of the wings.

Coatl watched with amusement as he saw the ultralight go up in flames. Do they honestly think that I have no other way off this boat? Hell, I can't even launch the thing again...

Now on the roof of the bridge, he set the last of his shaped charges. Setting these as timed explosives, he scampered around the edge and off the bridge, heading for cover. He made it over the edge just in time, the explosions ripping a hole wide open on the top of the bridge. Most of the explosion was directed downwards, so the bridge should have been damaged beyond all hopes of repair or survival. Still, Coatl crept over to the gap, and using a small periscope, he checked for survivors.

We the assassins of the Allied States of PALIXIA hereby wish to do the work of your desire...

-Strong Bad
Head of ATASP

We the assassins of the Allied States of PALIXIA hereby wish to do the work of your desire...

-Strong Bad
Head of ATASP
Your certainly welcome to. No one has yet gone after the heads of the police, or the commander of the air force and two Naval commanders are still untargeted.
-Papagori Illiani Romanokovski

Aboard the Fortitude
The admiral was in the bathroom when the blast shook him from his feet. He swore profusely, while rezipping his pants. The admiral opened the door to the destroyed bridge and saw all the men inside dead and a smoldering ruin of the ships' controls. He noticed the little periscope that was eyeing the room. Before it noticed him he gently closed the door, reached into a locker and grabbed a hand held spotlight and gingerly opened the door again. As soon as the periscope looked at him he shined the light into it. He saw the periscope fall and heard Coatl scream. The admiral drew his gun. Meanwhile, outside, one of the guards wearing a gas mask who was searching outside the bridge heard the scream and signaled for the other guards to come. They all hopped onto the roof, guns drawn. Coatl covered his eye and drew his sidearm and pointed it at the guards, but one kicked it out of his hand, sending it off the roof onto the forward decks. Another stomped on his groin and the third used his foot to shove him into the open hole in the roof. Coatl hit the ground hard. The guards jumped into the hole after him. The admiral and the guards all had their guns pointed at Coatl who was in visible pain. The guards said, "Toxic gas outside. We must go inside before it comes in here." The admiral looked down at Coatl, "Very well. Show him the Ceyolian Navy's hospitality." "Sir!" The guard responded and hit Coatl in the back of the head with the butt of his rifle, knocking him out.
Coatl came to without his weapons and his arms were tied to points on a bar. He was standing facing the wall and he had a hood over his head. One soldier came up with a whip and began lashed him violently on his bare back. "Avast, spy! Tell us who sent you! Did the major?" The soldier lashed him multiple times, drawing blood. "Speak!"

Coatl grimaced from under the hood.

"Who the hell is the Major? You know, if you want to live, let me go. Otherwise, things are going to go bad rather quickly here. You don't think I came here without a contingency plan, did you?"

Outside, on the sides of the hull, timers lit up, and slowly began counting down...

OOC: I don't have an army! I may be the only one, but still, my guy is perfectly alone (well, almost)! Now, just post letting him go and I won't blow the boat to hell ;).

OOC: Don't worry Trans. Oh, and Otagia, you're going to have to work for your money.

IC: "Admiral! Freighter inbound!"

"Hmm. This was getting fun. Prepare to board her."

"Sir! About the prisoner?"

"Make sure he doesn't get away."

"Sir!" The Admiral and his bodyguards left. "Spy. You know I am lazy right? I can't babysit you all day, so..." Coatl, still having a hood over his head, had no idea what was about to happen. The guard picked up a large, heavy wrench and smashed it against the side of his knee, breaking the bone with a sickening crack.

"Be good, spy" he said, walking away.

OOC: Siap, edit Post # 120 and edit out the part about the bank. And delete Post # 124 and # 128.

IC: Major Rönguðr Bearsbane walked into the office in the Former Russian Mafia Boss’s mansion. Major was a member of the Viking Unit of the Black Wolves. He was 7 feet tall and was wearing a set of Transylvanian body armor in black and dark gray (Everything but the helmet). He had a long blonde bread and long hair. He had a huge axe on his back. Two Black Wolf soldiers flanked him. Each soldier was carrying an AR-56 assault rifle. “Mr. Romanokovski!” said Major Rönguðr. “The Count wants to know what the Ceyolian problem looks like.”

Papagori looked up at the towering man, using his tiny moustache expertly to conceal any trace of fear his countenance may have shown. "Major Bearsbane, the situation in Ceyolia is going splendidly. We have ten remaining officials and a fix on the location of four of them. My man in Siap is in the process of bringing weapons to our employees in Ceyolia. Once they arrive, he can begin the siege to take the island at any moment. The more officials we eliminate, the shorter the siege will be."

“The Count will be happy to hear that, Mr. Romanokovski.” said Major Rönguðr “He did say ‘If your men took a launching point, Dominion soldiers could be flow in.’ So, pray that your man makes it.” He turned and said “Good night, Mr. Romanokovski.” He and the other soldiers walked out of the room.

OOC: Oh, I'll work for it. Assuming the bar is attached to the ceiling:

IC: "SON OF A BITCH! That fething HURT, you bastard!"

He cocked his head, hearing that his captors were gone. Under his hood, he grinned. His knee hurt like hell, but he'd be out of here soon enough. Lifting himself off of his feet, he swung upwards, over the bar. As he did, he felt his shoulders dislocate with a gruesome thump. Grinning still, he was now facing the bar. Slamming his arms back into their sockets, he maneuvered one hand to the base of the mask, and removed it carefully.

Damn, recycled air never felt so good...

Tensing his throat muscles, Coatl spat, catching a razor in his teeth. Leaning, he slashed it at the ropes holding his wrists. Falling free from his bonds, he picked up the bar, and headed slowly for the door, minding his bad leg. Looking through the port-hole, he saw his guard and another standing outside the door.

Coatl rapidly slammed the door open, smashing it into the face of one of them, who went down instantly. Lashing out with the bar, he slammed it into the others face, breaking his nose and putting out an eye. Spinning back around, he smashed in the downed guards temple. Flipping into a handstand, Coatl brought his good leg around and whipped it into the stunned survivors chin. Standing up, he brought the bar down hard on the guards arms, then legs.

"Be good, dead man. The charges should be going off soon, so I do hope you'll stay here and be a good boy."

Taking the guns and radios from the two men, he limped quickly down the corridor.

OOC: I knew I should've done both legs.

IC: A peered down the hallway and saw the heap of dead guard and the man limping away. Jeez he thought to himself. He ran the other way around the hallway and quickly dashed up the stairs slamming the door behind him. "Admiral! We need more men in the brig! The prisoner escaped!"
"We can't spare any men! We're about to board the freighter! How did he escape?" The guard grumbled, back to the door. I still have time... He dashed to the nearby maintenance locker and pulled out an acetylene torch and mask. He quickly welded the top and bottom corners shut. he then darted to the other door and welded them shut in a similar fashion.

OOC: The National Bank Targets are now open to all

bump

I'm new to this game, so don't get mad at me for sounding naive, but I'd like to ask you how we eliminate these people on your list. Is it just pretend? I'm confused.

Coatl limped quickly to the door, and slammed against it, but the door refused to budge. Looking about, he quickly spotted the super-heated corners, which were still glowing red. Still hot...

C'mon, you think that'll stop me?

Pulling the gun he took from the guard, he aimed and quickly let off a series of shots into each corner, opening the edges. Firing again, he shot into the hinges, seperating them from the door. Smiling, he reached up and grabbed an overhanging pipe, using it to swing his good foot hard into the door. It slammed back, and he could see that he had nearly seperated the quick weld job. One more time... Again, he slammed into the door, and this time, it gave way, dropping down to the floor. Spinning in midair, he landed well, with his off hand and good leg holding his weight.

Falling back, he brought his legs up to protect his body, and pulled both pistols, prepared to fire on sight of a crewman.

OOC: Just wondering if there's any crew here. Coatl is beaten up, but he still shoots straight, and I'd like to kill the Admiral soon, as I leave on vacation Saturday, and will have no computer access.

OOC: It is, essentially, "Just Pretend", but most of what occurs here is a well scripted story and needs to be very realistic. For example if you were to say "MY 8000000000 MEN KILL ALLL OF THEM HAHAHAHA!!11!!!", it would be ignored. If you want to have military special ops groups come in, you have to figure out your military budget, which can be viewed here (http://www.thirdgeek.com/nseconomy/). I would suggest, however, that you introduce a character outside of any official government. If you choose to do this, describe him/her, how he/she got into the business, and how they got into Ceyolia etc. If you want to see good posts, read Otagia's. Also, you should read the two stickies, here (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=408855) and here (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=414035). Also, when your out of character, put OOC in front of it, like I did (OOC=Out Of Character). When you resume to in character, you put IC in front of it. Welcome to Nationstates, and since your new, I won't be too hard on you

If you want to see good posts, read Otagia's.

I'm touched! Does this mean Coatl gets paid extra? ;)

I'm touched! Does this mean Coatl gets paid extra? ;)
OOC: HOW MUCH MORE MONEY COULD ANYONE WANT!?! Greedy greedy. :rolleyes:

OOC: You'll get your admiral.

The Freighter Sunfish saw the crippled frigate Fortitude. Several distress flares shot up. Lars stared out from the bridge. "Damn Ceyolians. Probably a trap, but they'd sink us if e let 'im sit. Prepare to aproach ship to provide aid." The freighter approached and hailed the frigate, with no response. Morse code was flashed from a searchlight. "Severe damage to bridge, rudder and communications equipment. Terrorist attack has left us stranded. Mayday. Need medical attention."

"Damn, I've got a bad feeling." Lars grumbled. The freighter lined along side the frigate. As soon as it did, spotlights came alive and shined aboard the ship. The deck guns pointed at the deck of the Sunfish "Attention foreign vessel! Prepare to be searched! Any attempt to escape will be met with lethal force." a gangplank came down and guards carrying assault rifles walked across and began shining lights on the crates. Lars adressed his XO, "If they find anything, we lose. So, if they open anything, or go to far below deck..." Lars handed him a Beretta. "More hardware downstairs, but be careful. A few of those boxes are filled to the top with artillery shells, so, DON'T SINK US!" The XO nodded and ran down to meet the oncoming soldiers.
On the Fortitude, most of the guards were on the port side, supervising the boarding. On the top deck, near the destroyed bridge, the admiral stood.
Below the deck, a sailor heard the crash and entered the room to investigate... (OOC: Most everyone is watching the boarding of the freighter)

Spinning on his side, Coatl opened fire on the crewman. The crewman had his mouth open in astonishment when the first bullet hit, shredding his windpipe, barely missing his spinal column. The second bullet blew through his right elbow, the arm now hanging at a gruesome angle. The third shot blasted his other arm, while the fourth and fifth landed neatly on his chest, shattering ribs and perforating vital organs.

As the guard fell, mortally injured, Coatl flipped up into a handstand, pirroueting back down to his good leg. Grabbing the clip from the crewman's gun, he raced to the ruined bridge and from there moved towards the door to the outside. Carefully peering out, he saw none of the crew nearby.

Now, to get to the freighter...

He glanced around, and grinned. The fools had missed his magnetic grips. Not a large suprise, considering their size and coloration, not to mention awkward location high on the side of the bridge. Grabbing them, he slipped them on tightly and got a running start. Launching himself towards the side of the freighter, he steeled himself for impact.

This is going to hurt...

The guards saw Coatl leap down onto the side of the freighter. "The hell is that?" They shined the spotlight on him and began firing. The crew of the Sunfish quickly pulled out weapons and returned fire as Coatl climbed aboard. In the bridge, Lars looked at the deck gun as it rotated slowly. "Jesus shit! The maniacs!" He pulled out a rifle and unloaded a quick round, causing the occupant to fall out. A small group of soldiers ran to the gangplanck, but there was a powerful explosion. A soldier stood on the deck above with a grenade launcher. "Full ahead!" Shouted Lars. The freighter was barely several yards away when the charges went off, sending it quickly into the ocean. The men aboard the Sunfish ran to the railings and began firing upon the survivors floating in the black icy water

The major watched as the ship came in with the military equipment. The phone rang. "Major. You are empowered to begin the seige of Ceyol."
"I have word that the opposition is strong."
"We weren't able to eliminate all of the desired targets, but our time is running out."
"Very well."
The major gave the orders. Within hours the troop trucks lined the highways and tanks covered the countryside in the gradual proceeding northward to the capitol city of Ceyol...

OOC: All targets closed. Good job everyone! ;)

OOC: All targets closed. Good job everyone! ;)

OOC: Now, I can bring my army in. I will need a couple of airfields to bring them in. Okay?