NationStates Jolt Archive

The New War on Drugs

(Layarteb City) - Today, the Emperor has announced that the Empire will be once again fighting the use of illegal drugs through force. In previous history, the Empire has made it a priority to keep illegal drugs off the streets and out of its territory. As current rates of drug use in the Empire have reached 18.62%, an all-time high since the previous War on Drugs concluded some eight years earlier.

The statistics have come at a bad time for the Empire. Currently difficulties in the world ranging from global instability, human rights conferences, and the quest for empires has made this situation even more touchy for the Emperor. With hostilities raging throughout the world, the necessity for the Empire to be level-headed and clear of such dangerous substances has never been better.

The Emperor offered these comments during his speech last night to the Empire:

"Ladies and gentlemen of the Empire. Yesterday I was given statistics on current illegal drug use in our Empire. The figures are alarming and unacceptible. Eight years ago we waged a brutal and dangerous War on Drugs and won. Prior to the war, at least 1 out of every 5 people in the Empire was using illegal drugs. After our long and bruttish war, that figure plummeted to a mere 2.01%.

The new statistics show that the new number is 18.62%. This number is far too close to what it once was. Illegal drugs are being smuggled into our Empire by the most dishonest ways: in people, in babies, in animals, dogs the most prevelent, in food supplies, and generally in anything that we find to be wholesome. Illegals drugs are coming from many foreign countries and this must be stopped. Illegal drugs coming from within our own Empire, primarily in South Eastern Virginia will be immediately destroyed, the smugglers and growers arrested on sight for trial and punishment.

The Empire will not tolerate such decadence and will not stand idly by as our youth, our population, our children, our family members, and our friends pollute their bodies with some of the most harmful chemicals known to man. These drugs make their minds evaporate and become like Swiss cheese, leaving them with nothing.

The Empire hereby asks the cooperation of all foreign nations, friend or foe, in assisting us to stomp out, for good, illegal drugs. Any foreign country supporting the smuggling of illegal drugs into the Empire will face severe penalties and will not be forgiven.

Ladies and gentlemen, this is a trying time for all of us. I thank you for your patience."

The Emperor is expected to give another speech concerning developments in roughly two weeks.

OOC: What drugs are illegal in the empire?

IC:
Offical Statement by the Grand Duke
The only drugs we have are tobacco, alcohol, and cannabis. If you're nation bans any of these, we will make sure that any who try to export these to your nation shall be arrested an tried before a fair and just court of law.

Cannibas is banned under the Federal Drug Administration Act of Illegal Substances.

Other included substances:
cocaine, heroin, opium, LSD, etc.

OOC: Basically what is banned by the US is banned here except there is no medical marijuana or anything like that.

Cannibas is banned under the Federal Drug Administration Act of Illegal Substances.

Other included substances:
cocaine, heroin, opium, LSD, etc.

OOC: Basically what is banned by the US is banned here except there is no medical marijuana or anything like that.

OOC: Mmmmkay.

IC:
Offical Reply by the Grand Duke
The Five Republics have agreed to enforce a ban on exports of cannabis to the Empire of Layarteb. While it is humanly impossible to stop smugglers from getting through 100% of the time, we will work as hard as possible to stop them.

The Empire thanks the Grand Duke for his efforts in assisting us. Smugglers are the main problem and any smuggling operations ye uncover, we ask that you please put an utmost and instant stop to them.

The Federal Government of Bjornoya supports the Layartebian movement full-heartedly. The state must stop its citizens from harming themselves as well as others. Drug use within our borders is restricted to alcohol alone.
The Federal Institute of Health and Well-Being will monitor the sale of chemicals within Bjornoya's borders for any possible misuse of them.

The Empire thanks the cooperation of the Bjornoyian government.

Official Reply From the Commerce, Industry, and Trade Department

While due to recent events our government has seen fit to place a full embargo on your nation, this only applies to Elephanti owned buisnesses. Other groups may trade with you, and our ports deal with many ships bound for Layartebian waters. Only those ships unloading in our ports are searched, and ships heading to your waters are usually not inspected, unless carrying specifically hazardous cargo. These ships are not Elephanti registered, and as such we have no control over them.

As for our own drug trade:
Alcohol is allowed, although there is small market for it. Tobacco and most other drugs are banned, and although minimal growth occurs, the lack of agricultural space makes growing food just as, or sometimes more, profitable. Most of it remains in the Indian slums, but some may very well leave the country (in case you feel like blaming us)

OOC: I need someone to blame eventually :).

The Empire regrets that the Elephanti government has taken their position but any ships or individuals carrying Elephanti flags or citizens caught smuggling illegal drugs into our country will be seized and held without extradition for failure to comply with our laws.

(OOC)

I'm thinking of entering my other nation, Kittlian, into this roleplay but I'd like some information first. If war happens to come from this, how far will it go, could I claim your nation (you still in OOC control of course) but with my leaders as controling it and vice versa? I am thinking of being one of the nations, if not the only one, which is supplying drugs. I'm still thinking about it though, so nothing official yet, but this sounds like it could be very interesting and fun. I hope you can get back to me soon, and we can have a very fun roleplay.

I noticed your defense budget is about $3,946,917,480,105.60 (34%), how large is your military, if you have a page or something that might help. I'd just like to check all of this out, before I commit my country to war, however like I said it would be Kittlian, if I do commit to this as a nation providing the drugs. I'm only asking because your site wasn't coming up.

If you want to RP as a Colombian drug gang, particularly the largest one, (no name yet) and want to do that it's cool but I don't understand the leader comment.

If you want to RP as a Colombian drug gang, particularly the largest one, (no name yet) and want to do that it's cool but I don't understand the leader comment.

(OOC)


The new statistics show that the new number is 18.62%. This number is far too close to what it once was. Illegal drugs are being smuggled into our Empire by the most dishonest ways: in people, in babies, in animals, dogs the most prevelent, in food supplies, and generally in anything that we find to be wholesome. Illegals drugs are coming from many foreign countries and this must be stopped. Illegal drugs coming from within our own Empire, primarily in South Eastern Virginia will be immediately destroyed, the smugglers and growers arrested on sight for trial and punishment.


You were stating that it was coming from foreign countries, I was saying it could be posible that Kittlians Government was smuggling some as well, because of the fact that Kittlian uses many drugs to control its army and such (not publicly known).

However, the secret voice behind Kimojunos government does believe that drugs can help, and so I was just thinking about if he supplied some drugs to control different people (get them hooked, etc etc) that it might be an interesting roleplay.

I also asked that if Kittlian was caught (which it will most likely be) and it leads to war and whoever wins could it lead to a occupation. However, I'm a little 50/50 on a whole war leading to a total occupation at this time, even if (some how) my country wins.

And that is why I was asking about your military, however I could just play a drug lord, either is fine but I just thought the first would be a pretty interesting roleplay. Anyway, I hope no matter what we do, this will be fun and I'm sure it will be.

~ Kimojuno

Okay that works out a little better. Well no I would not go to a full scale war over drug imports, I would just do covert ops and the like, much like the US CIA and such does in Venezuela and other countries. My military is massive. I haven't updated the stats in a while but if you go to my factbook, you can see the last update. It's larger now as I've grown about a billion people since then.

I also tagged this for Earth II for the purpose of just keeping it realistic with them. The last War on Drugs was almost 400 posts and just got impossible to follow. As E2 we do offer non-E2 members to play as like revolutionary groups, etc. That's why I offered you the drug lord thing.

In my nation (E2 and not), I control Venezuela. A revolutionary group in Venezuela, Colombia, and Ecuador, they're kinda big (10k to 40k strong in total) is primarily responsible for the domestic drug trade within the country. We do a lot of covert ops against them but they're really hard to stomp out.

The Minister for the Home Office sat in his study, he had a prominent office overlooking the Ottawa River, it was a glourious morning, the trees just begining to turn. Yes, he though, this is the best time of year. And yet his mind was troubled. Throught the Empire, nay the world, drug use was on the increase. In Canada the population moslty abided by the laws, those that didn't were quickly found out. However, throughout the Pacifics, Russian lands, and the African territories, drug use was fast rising above 35%. These figures were unacceptable, even in mainland Celtayoshi the figures were heading above 15% for the first time in 35 years, since Premier Németh issued strict punishments. A far cry from the days when drug use was below 1%.
And so he read the Layarteb figures, and noted that they too were suffering a similar fate, though he took a small degree of pride that Celtayoshi figures of 14.98% were better than those of their close neighbours.
He knew how it was being done, in the huge ports of Toronto and Montreal, where millions of tons of cargo was handled daily it was simply too hard to keep a track of every container. The Minister knew that the situation was worse in the new territories, where extensive police coverage had not yet been implemented. It was only a matter of time before there would be some horrific death for the press to latch onto, a crackdown was needed.
And so he contacted the Layarteb Government, indicating that Celtayoshi was willing to co-operate on matters regarding the unacceptable increase in drug usage. He also indicated that Premier Németh was likely to approve measures that would increase search powers for CYSIS officers in the ports and at the Celtayoshi borders, and that Celtayoshi also believed targting the surce of the problem directly should be considered.

OOC: Lay, have you read Tom Clancy's Clear and Present Danger by any chance?

(OOC)


Okay that works out a little better. Well no I would not go to a full scale war over drug imports, I would just do covert ops and the like, much like the US CIA and such does in Venezuela and other countries. My military is massive. I haven't updated the stats in a while but if you go to my factbook, you can see the last update. It's larger now as I've grown about a billion people since then.

I also tagged this for Earth II for the purpose of just keeping it realistic with them. The last War on Drugs was almost 400 posts and just got impossible to follow. As E2 we do offer non-E2 members to play as like revolutionary groups, etc. That's why I offered you the drug lord thing.

In my nation (E2 and not), I control Venezuela. A revolutionary group in Venezuela, Colombia, and Ecuador, they're kinda big (10k to 40k strong in total) is primarily responsible for the domestic drug trade within the country. We do a lot of covert ops against them but they're really hard to stomp out.


*sweats* I didn't even notice it was tagged until I was in the middle of my last post, but I decided to reply anyway (as it would be rude to not reply at all), however you were saying that having Kittlian supplying instead of the drug lord is fine? I got lost, still a bit tired, but anyway I'll play as Kittlian or a druglord. The way I read your post, you said me playing my nation works out a little better, however I could be wrong. Again, I'll play as a druglord if you want, I really don't care (I need my RP fix :p)

~ Kimojuno

Err I mean you can RP as a drug lord in Venezuela if you want. I could use some opposition. Think of yourselves as the FARC more or less but probably a little more powerful but under more scrutiny from the government.

News Letter to the Layarteb Empire,
From The Chief of Staff of The Federation of Africa & Canada,


Due to your plea on the topic of drug use my country must support you in the effort to get rid of drugs, my country does not face this problem due to the military and the intelligence officer's stopping the smuggling of drug use. If you would like, we would be more then happy to train your officers and give you some tactics on how to stop the drugs. However due my countries dealing with this problem we have been at full alert with countries in South and Central America where durgs are being smuggled into other and our countries, if you want to stop drugs into the rest of Central or North America look towards Costa Rica.

Yours Truly,

Prime Minister Patrick Eden,
Head of State,

Err I mean you can RP as a drug lord in Venezuela if you want. I could use some opposition. Think of yourselves as the FARC more or less but probably a little more powerful but under more scrutiny from the government.

OOC: I apoligize, I was tired and having trouble understanding, anyway enough about that -- time to pose.

IC:

Haunt, which is what everyone called him, was quite happy today. Even though the government was worried and looking for those who have caused the 'problem', he didn't think that they would ever be able to trace it back to him, although he wasn't the main person he wasn't stupid either. He always used off-shore accounts, to hide his transactions and make sure he wasn't caught, and he never spent more then he made in his 'job' back home.

Currently, he was getting on a public (commercial) airline to go visit some potential clients, and although security was a bit more tight then usual he wasn't sweating. In fact he seemed to enjoy danger, which is how he got his nickname, because he always found danger but was always smart enough to get out of it when he needed to.

He nodded as he placed his carry-on back onto the machine, which held no weapons, although he did have a small plastic PT-145, which was custom made just for him by a very close friend (who will remain nameless). There was one clip, holding the maxium amount of ammo, along with a couple of others taped to the gun (in a small baggie -- the ones drug dealers use for weed, etc). This was all kept in between his buttcheeks, and yes this was uncomfortible, but since he was a profesional and used to it he kept a calm face, but he hoped nothing went wrong -- as it always seemed to do -- but he was ready...for anything.

He would keep the gun there, until he could get to the planes bathroom, then he would put it in his bag. He wasn't fat, but he wasn't thin either, he was about middle-sized but his butt was pretty big (too much food). He was watching the clerk, since before he enter the line, who was have trouble looking at the screen. This was part of the reason Haunt chose this line, the young worker barely on the job a week, was apparently having eye problems or something.

He was talking to a co-worker as well, "Yeah, I plan to get them checked tomorow. Well that's only if you know who says it is okay, eh?" The other guy just nodded and patted his back, going to manually search some person, but none of that mattered now -- it was now Haunt's turn.

OOC:

You can read more about a PT-145 here (http://www.gunsandammomag.com/ga_handguns/pro_1027/).

And yes it would be posible to smuggle a plastic gun in, unless someone ordered a cavity check (for whatever reason), but as you might of noticed I added about the boy -- Although anything can happen, I leave that up to you, and no this isn't the 'main guy' but he isn't some low good-for-nothing snitch/pawn or anything. Should be a little tough, eh? ;)

~ Jeff

Nice handgun. Just one, minor problem. You know those scanners you step through when you get on a plane? The metal detectors. Yeah err in the EOL there are two of them. First there is a metal detector and then an X-Ray machine. Yep, yeah. We did that a long time ago in response to some hijackings.

Nice handgun. Just one, minor problem. You know those scanners you step through when you get on a plane? The metal detectors. Yeah err in the EOL there are two of them. First there is a metal detector and then an X-Ray machine. Yep, yeah. We did that a long time ago in response to some hijackings.

(OOC)

Firstly, unless the detector can find out about plastic, I doubt it will go off (note I said the gun and bullets are plastic -- At least I meant to, if I didn't then I aploligize, I'll prob do it a lot (I make simple mistakes, even though I try to proof read all my posts, and sometimes double it, etc etc).

Now, I'm not claiming to know everything about your nation, however I don't think a metal detector will show plastic. As for the X-Ray machine, yes that will show it most defiantly, however being that the boy has bad eye-sight my character believes he won't see it (being the guns only six inches and well in between his butt cheeks, so he'd have to be paying pretty good attention).

And well, he was busy talking while Haunt was/is walking through and of course the bad eyesight, however if my character is caught then he is. This gives you more information, notice I said this wasn't the main guy, it's not easy to catch him but it's not fortknox either. I always try to at least have some weakness, in this case it is his cockyness, although even if he is caught proving who he works for is another story). ;)

OOC: Si, senior he would be. You'll see why.

Since the Kaliningradian situation, airline travel had become increasingly dangerous, that was until the Airline Safety Act was put into effect. The Act put two skymarshalls on each plane, both armed with either pistols loaded with low-velocity, rubber rounds, pistols armed with low-velocity, plastic rounds, occassionally a knife, and usually a stun gun with a thirty-five foot range. Most of the time, they used the stun gun or the rubber rounds. Very seldom, the plastic rounds or knives were used, especially in the wake of too many civilians.

In addition, passengers getting onto all airlines went through a pair of checks. First, they were scanned with a metal detector. Secondly, they were scanned with an X-Ray detector. The X-Ray detector was meant to catch plastic weapons, particularly plastic knives that were used on multiple occassions, once even bringing down an airliner over the North Atlantic. The tragic event cost one hundred and eighty-five lives.

Both machines were separated by twenty feet, separate individuals operating both. The more operators, the less liklihood of a conspiracy. It meant more and more people to buy off. Since it had been enacted, airline hijackings dropped to a rate of one per year, from upwards of twenty-seven.

The kid operating the X-Ray was nothing more than just that, a kid. He had only been there a week, his eye-sight was bad, but overall, he was a good kid. Unfortunate for him, he was in a dangerous position. Armed guards stood watch over the monitors and over the area. The walk-through area was very strangely set up. The metal detector was placed at the front walk and the passenger was able to gather their items at the end of the walk. As they walked through, they walked past the X-Ray machine for the bags, which ran the full length of the walk. At the end, the second monitor gave the false sense of a final "bag" check. It was all but. The X-Ray detector for the people was placed very cautiously, with the individual passing through the invisible field without their knowing it. If anything other than a standard composition was found (i.e. the human skeleton), a silent alarm went off, the alarm that the guards were watching.

As Haunt walked through the walk, he was being examined. It was most unfortunate for him that he was tagged. The alarm went off. It was a blue light on the panel of the screen, hidden from view of the walk. Even though the kid had poor eyesight, he could see the light. Immediately, his pulse rose and he became nervous. What do I do? He thought to himself. He had to remember his training, the guards were to be notified and it was their job. Lucky for him, the guard was paying attention and he immediately looked at the screen to see the pistol wedged right where Haunt's ass was. Without raising alarm, he put his hand on the kid's shoulder and Haunt walked through, got his bag and proceeded towards the terminal. As he did, the guard picked up his radio mic and said, very quietly, "We've got a pistol. Walk fourteen." That was all he had to say. Radio chatter was kept at a minimum for this reason.

He was not to deviate from his post and he didn't. Instead, as Haunt walked away, a pair of armed guards approached, guns in the air. They carried standard issue pistols, M33A5 Pistols. These were in the caliber of .357SIG. These were powerful rounds and the pistol carried fourteen rounds, with one loaded. This gave them fifteen shots and they were all expert shots. In order to qualify for security detail in an airport one had to shoot 96% on their pistol examination from three ranges: five meters, twenty-five meters, and fifty meters. They were also trained in close quarter situations. This was basically an obstacle course with civilians popping up and it wasn't cardboard cut-outs either. They were real civilians, mostly actors, and they were meant to panic as one individual ran. They were armed with paintball guns and their mission was, more or less, to hit the individual without hitting a civilian. In order to pass, they had to track the criminal and get him in under four minutes of chasing, not hit a single civilian, score a tactical hit (back, leg, kill shot), and not lose the criminal. Each trainee was given three shots to pass this test. If they failed, they were out. If they passed that test, passed the pistol test, they were given the final test.

The final test was, more or less, a guantlet. They were required to defuse a small, unsophisticate bomb, under fire, with civilians panicking. They had two shots to pass this test. Those who graduated were given a security detail position in an airport. Skymarshalls had to complete all of these tests and many, many, many more.

As they approached, they both had their pistols raised. "Sir, hands up now!" They yelled. Everyone stopped, grew silent, and watched...

As they approached, they both had their pistols raised. "Sir, hands up now!" They yelled. Everyone stopped, grew silent, and watched...


He smiled as they approached, putting his hands up, "What's all the commotion?" He then said, "Got a cup of tea? Or maybe a lighter?" He just stood there, hands up.

--

Somewhere else, Jon began to worry because Haunt had not shown up, if something went wrong this would not look good. As far as he was concerned, Haunt was trustworthy even though he was a backstabbing person, but still he had worked with Haunt for quite some time.

He was quite certain that he would show up, but then again better to be save then sorry, so he pulled out his cellphone and called someone. He simply said, "Yes, I would like to order a pizza, extra cheese, and hold the mushrooms." The person responded, "Okay, sir, your order will make it in less the fifteen minutes or it's free." Jon hungup after this.

"Put your hands behind your head. Interlock your fingers. Get down on your knees." They ordered Haunt to do just what they needed. As they did, they kept their pistols on him. A third officer was on the way, only about ten feet away, coming from behind. He would place the handcuffs on the individual and then they would take him to the interrogation room.

"Put your hands behind your head. Interlock your fingers. Get down on your knees." They ordered Haunt to do just what they needed. As they did, they kept their pistols on him. A third officer was on the way, only about ten feet away, coming from behind. He would place the handcuffs on the individual and then they would take him to the interrogation room.


He smiles, going down on his knees, interlocking his fingers as well. Haunt looks at the third officer, out of the corner of his eye and says, "Easy slick." He then looks back at the two officers, "So how 'bout that tea?"

The officers kept their guard and watched as the third officer approached, his handcuffs ready. His pistol was holstered on his right, the strap engaged, making it difficult for the suspect to reach around and grab his gun. If he did, he would have to show his back to the other guards, which meant that he would be very exposed for them to shoot him, which they would, if they had to.

OOC: Is Haunt going to do anything or do you just want me to cuff him.

OOC: Is Haunt going to do anything or do you just want me to cuff him.

OOC: Normally I'd say wait and see, however I'll just tell you that he plans to giveup, however things aren't always as they seem....

IC:

Haunt just stands there and mutters, "Darn people, can't even get a guy some tea." He seems to have a taste for tea, today.

The guards secured him quite easily and stood him up. "Now, if you will follow us." His hands were top to top, making it impossible for him to hold onto anything, especially a weapon. They walked him away from the crowded areas to an interrogation room, which was used during customs problems. Now it was to be used for this situation. A special officer would be on hand to do a cavity search.

The guards secured him quite easily and stood him up. "Now, if you will follow us." His hands were top to top, making it impossible for him to hold onto anything, especially a weapon. They walked him away from the crowded areas to an interrogation room, which was used during customs problems. Now it was to be used for this situation. A special officer would be on hand to do a cavity search.

Along the way Haunt looked at a few people and said, "They're taking me to tea!" But that was the worse he did.

--

Jon was packing everything up, and began to head for the hotel door, he sighed and made sure his tie was straight then walked out into the hallway.

OOC: How come I haven't seen this one before now?

IC: The Empire of Cotland would like to offer its support to the Layartebian Empire in its war against drugs. Cotland has for a long time had a zero-tolerance policy concerning drugs. Users are given hefty fines and thrown in prison for up to a year, dealers are being arrested and given life sentences doing hard labor, and importers are being executed. This has given Cotland one of the lowest drug-rates in the world, at barely under one percent of the population. Keep up the good work, and bust those junkie asses!

Haunt had been placed in a very bright room with two different men, these ones detectives. The guards stood outside the room and in the monitoring room. The cavity search was complete and the gun was found. It wasn't sitting on the table in the room but photos of it were. "Well. Mr. (OOC: err what's the name on his ID). Why did you have a gun in your ass?"

Haunt had been placed in a very bright room with two different men, these ones detectives. The guards stood outside the room and in the monitoring room. The cavity search was complete and the gun was found. It wasn't sitting on the table in the room but photos of it were. "Well. Mr. (OOC: err what's the name on his ID). Why did you have a gun in your ass?"

He smiles, "I like the feel, but enough about my personal life, can I please have that tea?" He seems so calm and really stupid at times, could he be insane or something, yes that would explain it....

--

Jon walked through the hallway, walking down the stairs since the elevator was broken, and well this wasn't a Four-Star Hotel or anything. He walked to the desk and began to signout, using an alias marked as Lanow Littlefield, and he dressed as a somewhat business man and supposedly was there on business.

He was supposedly working for some small business, which was trying to expand into different places, but that was just a story right? The desk clerk nodded as a goodbye, and Jon left the hotel with his two bags and then called a cab and then got in, "Where to, mac?" The cabbie asked, Jon simply responded by saying, "Airport." The cab was then on the way.

OOC EDIT: The ID name is Jon Bishop.

"I always love the amusing ones." The interrogating detective laughed and quickly gave the individual a backhand. "Mr. Bishop, if that is your name. You can do this the painless way or the really easy way." As he smacked him, he saw the blood from his nose. The other interrogator stayed quiet. He had far worse of a temper than the other and would, if necessary, beat the confession out of him.

"I always love the amusing ones." The interrogating detective laughed and quickly gave the individual a backhand. "Mr. Bishop, if that is your name. You can do this the painless way or the really easy way." As he smacked him, he saw the blood from his nose. The other interrogator stayed quiet. He had far worse of a temper than the other and would, if necessary, beat the confession out of him.

(OOC)

I read the factbook, okay I kinda scimmed, but I didn't notice anything about the laws of holding someone. Does he get a phone call or what not? I suppose they may not give it but just wanted to ask before posting. I've already got several posts in mind, as I normally plan ahead, but I wanted to know before sounding more stupid lol.

~ Jeff

(OOC)

I read the factbook, okay I kinda scimmed, but I didn't notice anything about the laws of holding someone. Does he get a phone call or what not? I suppose they may not give it but just wanted to ask before posting. I've already got several posts in mind, as I normally plan ahead, but I wanted to know before sounding more stupid lol.

~ Jeff

No he has no phone call, no miranda rights, none of that. At trial he is given the chance to have a lawyer but the judgement is done by a judge, no jury. Trial comes when the police decide that the individual has either given up what they need to know or that he is just far too stubborn to give up anything. Trials can come as little as a few days to as many as a few years. Average time is like a month or so. If criminals cooperate, they are given phone calls and stuff like that but that's about it. It really depends on the person. If they want to be a hard-ass then they are going to be hurt. If they want to be smart and honest then it is a lot easier for them.

He looks at the officer who is saying nothing, "Yo, your partner here," points to the one who smacked him, "Has a small you-know-what, huh?" He smiles, then looks at the guy who hit him, "Let's take it to the ring, eh bud?"

--

Jon had exited the cab with his bags, walking up to the airport doors, although he did pay the cabbie. He simply entered and had no weapons, and his id said Jon Hindu on it, although he did also carry a passport and some money.

His bags contained a laptop (in one) and a weeks worth of clothes (in another). He would also be bringing his laptop on board, unless of course for some reason he could not, and he also had his ticket. He was pretty calm, because afterall he was an hour early, stupid Haunt always missing stuff....well at least he knew Haunt wouldn't say anything.

However, he would still need to let the boss know, but of course the boss was pretty powerful...but well Haunt had messed around with the bosses sister and daughter a few months earlier, so he could always let him rot in jail...

--

The boss was quite irratated, he had to hear from his aide that Haunt did not show up, and this was not funny anymore. Haunt had screwed the boss for the last time and as far as he was concerned, Haunt could die in prison or anywhere for all he cared, but then again Haunt did know quite a bit....even more then the boss wanted to admit.

I'll try to get a post up tomorrow or the next day. School has been busy this week.

"A real hard-head. Alright, apparently this isn't going to work, for now. Let's throw him in a cell for now." The two detectives got up as a pair of police officers dragged the prisoner out. He was loaded into the back of a police car and would be brought to a station, where he would be put in a cell. Thereafter, he would never be allowed to sleep, not until he answered the questions he was presented.

"A real hard-head. Alright, apparently this isn't going to work, for now. Let's throw him in a cell for now." The two detectives got up as a pair of police officers dragged the prisoner out. He was loaded into the back of a police car and would be brought to a station, where he would be put in a cell. Thereafter, he would never be allowed to sleep, not until he answered the questions he was presented.

Well he went quietly, once in awhile pointing to tea or donuts, and asked for some in a weird whiny voice. But that's as bad as he got, if he could he would walk, but if he was actually dragged then he would still point and such when he could.

And as for sleeping, he had learned to do it without closing his eyes, so he could (most likely) sneak in a few z's while he was in there. And if not then he would be even more fun.

--

Don was walking to airport security, after already going through everything he needed to and checking his bags, although he was bringing his laptop on the plane.

It had no incriminating evidence, only a few banking programs, and some very popular games. All the programs were registered to him, Jon Hindu, and since he was a private banker and insurance provider it wasn't that hard to believe.

He also had a few CDs, DVDs, and earphones. He sighed as it would be awhile to get where he was going, which was overseas a bit, and the planeride would take two hours at most. He hated being around people so long, but well, what could he really do? So he just sighed and got his laptop ready by doing the required procedures.

OOC: I feel like I left something out but I can't think what...oh well...:\

OOC: If he doesn't have any incriminating evidence, then just RP him going through and all of that. It's not like I hav eall that much intel yet on the inner structure of the group. i am just curious though, where are you flying to?

"Tea and donuts. Man this guy is annoying." The police threw him into the cell and left him there. It was cold and wet, not a happy place to be. He would be given sleep deprevation treatment, which meant that, inside his cell, loud, heavy metal or rap music would be played, the lights would be kept very bright, and if he managed to fall alseep he would be yelled at by guards until he was awake. If that failed, he would be seated in a metal chair and eletrocuted with minor shocks every time he fell asleep.

OOC: If he doesn't have any incriminating evidence, then just RP him going through and all of that. It's not like I hav eall that much intel yet on the inner structure of the group. i am just curious though, where are you flying to?

"Tea and donuts. Man this guy is annoying." The police threw him into the cell and left him there. It was cold and wet, not a happy place to be. He would be given sleep deprevation treatment, which meant that, inside his cell, loud, heavy metal or rap music would be played, the lights would be kept very bright, and if he managed to fall alseep he would be yelled at by guards until he was awake. If that failed, he would be seated in a metal chair and eletrocuted with minor shocks every time he fell asleep.

He simply sits there, in the room with his eyes open, and repeats "Tea and Donuts" over and over. Basically what he is doing is sleeping with his eyes open, because it is posible to basically put yourself in a trance (so to speak) and be fully alert, even saying stuff, and yet get rest that you need.

OOC: Well being they both have an alias named Jon, I thought you may be alert, but okay then. :p Oh and you Vennesuala (SP?) right? Well let's say (If it's okay) he's going to America -- No, I don't plan any illegal bombing, etc etc, or anything illegal for that matter. I was simply planning on basing it somewhere out of your country but somewhere you could always talk to about getting the boss deported. If America isn't good somewhere else can do. :)

BIC:

Jon went through security, with no problem, and then went to find a place to eat (assuming you have food past the detectors / in the airport) and if not he went to find a bathroom. I will describe either when I know.

Do you have AIM? If so, contact me via telegram with the screen-name. I have some ideas with this that go with somethign else I am doing. maybe we can merge them?

OOC:

This is Kittlian, I added you on AIM like weeks ago (I think?) when you first TGed me, but you never replied. I am Kimojuno on there, you may of not realized it was me -- Forgot to exactly introduce myself, so I apoligize about that. Anyway feel free to message me on there, when you see me, or you could always TG me.

~ Kimojuno

OOC:

This is Kittlian, I added you on AIM like weeks ago (I think?) when you first TGed me, but you never replied. I am Kimojuno on there, you may of not realized it was me -- Forgot to exactly introduce myself, so I apoligize about that. Anyway feel free to message me on there, when you see me, or you could always TG me.

~ Kimojuno

Yeah I have you on I just don't see you on.