NationStates Jolt Archive

(OOC: Okay, I've introduced my plans for an open Spy RP long ago, but now I'm really staring it, because I saw a decrease in activity in several other RP's I RP in, and therefore, I was bored. everyone is welcome, but the ones that have had experiences with the Guyana Liberation Movement on the VLS "Koen" are more welcome than ever. feel free to ask me any quetions, by TG or here.)

A144, Barcelona-Perpignan
Jacques Legrand, leader of the GLM, travelled in his hired silver BMW 330d, of one model back. he was moving towards Kiev, where he was expected to meet the top of the Continental GLM, which had been almost cleared out by the Van Luxemburgian government since the Hijack of the Cruiseship VLS "Koen". He was the only survivor of that hijack, and was travelling from Gibraltar, where the "Koen" had been hijacked. after leaving his old Seat Toledo in Barcelona, he hired a BMW 330d at Barcelona Airport and phoned Dmitri Yakovla, head of the Continental GLM, to tell him of the escape and that he wished to have a meeting. after that, he stepped into the BMW and drove off towards Kiev. he now was on it's way for half an hour, and was closing in at Perpignan, distance: 10 km.

A few cars behind him, a brand new black Audi A6 drove at the same speed as Legrand. in the car were two Van Luxemburgian police officers, disguised as normal Tourists. what Legrand didn't knew was that they had been following him since he left Gibraltar, to know which people controlled the Continental GLM. They now were exchanging details about using the "Leapfrog technique", in which several cars followed the person in question, canging from place constantly, to not show one single car was following Legrand. The only problem was, that only several Audi's had been available, so that they now all drove the same marque, unfortunately.
"Would you care to turn the Climat Control up?" Gunther Wächter asked his collegue, seated next to him, at the Drivers seat.
"No problem, I don't want any Officer having a cold" Vin Mörgenholm, originally born in Denmark, answered while operating the buttons for Climate on the steer. While he did that, he made a stunning discovery.
Legrand has left the Motorway! it propelled through his mind.
"I think Legrand has left at this exit." Vin dared to say it to Gunther, while fixing his view at the number of the exit.
"you sure? I'll mention it." Gunther grabbed the mobile phone, mounted on a Nokia Carkit at the dashboard. while he operated the Nokia 9300, he shortly thought of his family, which would be in a truck right now, moving towards their new home at Kitzbühel. he waited a few seconds for the line to establish, and got contact with the Blue Audi RS4 driving 20 cars behind them.
"Tango Guyana left the Motorway at 50." the nicest thing about tis code was that you had to divide the number by two, to get the right exit.
"Roger, taking 50" the short beeping coming rom the Nokia announced the end of the line.

(OOC: Once again, everyone's welcome.)

The blue Audi RS4 stormed up towards the exit, and got off the motorway at high speed. it used it's brakes shortly afterwards, and ended up at the same speed as Legrand 3 cars in front of them. the Two officers, who were Telescope members, were checking the area around them, while thinking where Legrand should head. They were Harry Butler and Pete Nield, and were former MI6 members. the two were experts in Spy warfare, and had already checked their 9mm FN's twice. when Harry looked at Pete, he saw him smiling.
"What is it?"
"oh, just nothing, I'm thinking of in how long we will get a decent car"
"Decent car? Yeah, hehe, we're just short of good vehicles..."
"300 km/h, Ha! we should get faster cars!"
"C'mon, we should get serious."
with the last warning of Harry, Pete didn't say anything, while they again entered a Motorway, towards Zurich this time.

David Macker was walking down one of the corridors in the executive branch of the 2010 foot tall, Foxtecha Tower, in Golden Skies City. Accompanied by two of his five sons, and his only daughter. James, Michael, and Michelle.

"Dad, economic report from the Comona Island facilities, I think we'll have to send in a squad of engineers to guarentee continued oil flow for the second quarter"

"Okay Michael, James, do you have any news to report to us?"

"Yes sir dad, Squad 49 is pushing back the Kazach Order in the west, if we pull this off profits will be skyrocketing, on another note, the FEBGS (Foxtechan Elite Black Guard Ship) E'ire, our European Intelligence vessel, has notified us that Van Luxemburg authorities are beginning to track down some terrorists responsible for the hijacking of the VLS Koen"

"I see, and, what's your reccomendation?"

"Deploy a squad to Europe immediately, but not Squad 49, they have business in Greykan, right now, I suggest Squad 57, they're...second best...and the best part is, 330 is as cocky as 117, so I'm sure they'll make plenty of hell over there."

"Okay, well, I'll get right on that, Michelle, if you would be so kind as to call in an early session of the Board of Director's to handle all the economic stuff, that would be great!"

"Okay father!"

David walked back to his personal office on the top floor and picked up his phone. Dialed in "EBG 57" and waited for the phone to ring.

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Squad 57 barracks, North Point, East Point

"Uh huh...sure....right.....Europe!? Oh, I love Europe, if only 179 were here and...oh...okay...yes sir, fight the enemy before you start flirting with EBG personell, I know...okay...good bye sir! [To squad 57] ALRIGHT BOYS, WE'RE HEADING TO EUROPE!" Said EBG 330, Colonel of Squad 57.

"YES SIR!"

There was a chorus of cocking guns and the putting on of equipment, once they had their MOLIGNAR Suits on and have all their weapons loaded and their ammo in their belts, they walked towards the dropships that were waiting outside, it would be a 12 hour journey to Van Luxemburg, but at the end, they would finally see the the greatest vacation spot on Earth, Europe.

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12 Hours Later, 400 Miles off the coast from Ireland

"Van Luxemburg Air Traffic Control, this is Zanzibar 1 of the Elite Black Guard Air Forces, requesting permission to land in Van Luxemburg and guidance to nearest military base, over"

OOC: Tag. I'll post tomorrow. ;)

(OOC: OK.)

"Zanzibar 1, you have clearance to land on Runway 45 Left of Montpellier AFB, please follow data uploaded to you in a minute. I suggest you're coming in for a chase?"

At Montpellier AFB, The two Mirage 2100 fighters that were actually inbound for take-off, were put aside to have the runway clear, and Barracks were readied to accomodate Squad 57.

Grand-Ducal Palace, Cassis, Cote d'Azur.

"Okay, what's the situation?" the Grand Duke looked at the Large screen, in front of him, which showed Gunther Wächter.
"At this moment, sir, we're following Legrand, and we're waiting for what he's heading. one thing is currently for sure: he's going east, at this moment to Zurich, and Legrand, together with us following him, will be passing Beziérs in a minute. then it's an hour or what at this speed to reach Montpellier."
"Okay, thank you." the Grand Duke saw the Screen crackle a bit and go over to Discovery Channel.
"It was after 3 years that Stalin decided to Coop-"
and the Monitor vanished in the floor of the room.

(OOC: bump for participations...)

Montpellier AFB

"Vuhifellian EBG? ah, great. I'll be your guide on this base." the pilot looked around Squad 57 before him, and sighed.
"okay, first, if you want to stealthily follow someone, you need to get covered in the crowds. if you use the barrack over there, there's a storage for clothing there. then, move towards the barrack next to it, where the weapons are stored. we arranged a Special Forces armoury, so choose anything you want. you could however also use your own weapons, no prob.
then, after that, get to the parking lot, where we've parked a few cars. just choose a few, and don't try to demolish them, we've got enough people doing that over here. there are BMW's, Mercedes-Benz's and Renault's, you'll have to do with it.

(OOC: just a request, and I don't want to be mean, but would you like to be detailed about the cars, in that way I can compare the cars to power of their engines and luxury, you understand?)

Meanwhile, 200 km away from Van Luxemburgian airspace...

"Van Luxemburg air traffic control, this is Tiger Flight from Wingarde. We are here under orders of the Federal Secret Service to assist you. Requesting permission to enter Van Luxemburgian airspace." The WT-19 Skymaster's pilot reported over the radio. The Wingardian government had arranged to dispatch two agents to aid in the pursuit and capture of the infamous terrorist, Jacques Legrand.

Meanwhile, in the cargo hold, agents Gerhard Brandt and Kiefer Scherer, strapped in passenger seats, were carrying out the last preparations of their equipment before landing. There were two large machines secured in the middle of the hold, covered with protective blankets.

"Will we get to try these? Kiefer asked, rather excited, thoroughly glancing at the shrouded machines, with the eyes of a little boy. "What do you think, G?"

"I hope so, Kiefer." Brandt replied, immersed in throughts and looking through the closest windows. Two WF-33 Avengers were escorting the transport aircraft, properly flying in delta formation.

"this is van Luxemburgian Air Traffic Control on 117.1, you're cleared for entrance of van Luxemburgian airspace and landing on Runway 45 Left of
Montpellier AFB, please report there. Good day."

Montpellier AFB

The Wingardian WT-19 approached the runway, and did a perfect landing. Pilot Bruno Coerél watched, as the WT-19 and it's escort parked and the pilots and agents got out.
"welcome to Van Luxemburg, you're here for the chase, I suppose? well, it's quite simple, if you're ready to go, please take this Mobilophone and this paper with the appropriate bandwidths. you can check down there where you have to be to catch up with our agents, or you could just work on your own, that's an option too."

(Bump for entries)

A144, Beziérs-Montpellier

The BMW 330d entered the motorway again, after having refueled and Legrand fullfilled it's hygienical needs. legrand shifted to the 5th gear and overtook a New Audi A6, coloured black.
strange, I believe I've seen that one earlier?
When he looked in his rearview mirror, he saw a blue Audi RS4 climbing up behind him, with two men in it, probably having fun with their fast car. the Audi flashed it's lights and engaged it's left indicator. the car wanted through.
when Legrand left the most-left lane, the Audi drove over it, with a roaring engine. no people following him? probably not, only a DAF CF truck behind him.

behind Legrand's car, a silver coloured DAF CF swiftly overtook a slower truck. the Driver shifted into 7th gear, and followed Legrand at about 100 metres distance. the Driver was coming from greece, and was part of a VLIA operation, to shadow Legrand. the greatest thing had yet to come, because all VLIA members had been disguised as normal labourers, such as the serviceman at the servicestation, the cleaner there, and other locations were Legrand was expected. The Driver shifted to his 8th gear, to keep up with legrand, who was driving at over 130 km/h. the driver was certainly lucky the truck was tricked-out, otherwise he couldn't follow Legrand.

OOC: I don't think I've ever run a search on google that many times about a particular topic...ever

EBG 330: Meh, no problem about that stealth following thing, we know all about it...

330 pressed a button on his suit and he turned the color of his surroundings, albeit some distortion, he was nearly invisible.

EBG 330: Thermal and X-Ray sensors in our helmets, built in HUD, and our most favorite tool...climate control! Now, as for these cars.....luxuries, got any, sports cars, SUV's? Or is this all you got, we'll take em' either way, we would just expect a...larger selection from a place like this.

(OOC: Lol, and that's a pro for me, I know almost the complete programme of many car manufacturers.)

"Ehm, ofcourse we got more, only thing is, those are stored somehwere else. but we can get you sportscars, SUV's, just tell me, I'll get it. BMW X5, X3, M5, Z4? Mercedes-Benz SLR Mclaren, E55 AMG? M-class? G-class? no prob."

(ooc: to make it easy for you:
BMW:
X5: SUV, Luxury
X3: SUV, Sportive
M5: Sedan, Supersport
Z4: Roadster, Sportive
Mercedes:
SLR Mclaren: Sportscar, Supersport
E55 AMG: Sedan, supersport
M-Class: SUV, Luxury
G-Class: 4x4, SUV, Luxury/Utility
Renault:
Espace: MPV, Luxury

personally I would advise to take a 4x4 or SUV, because the area around the Van Luxemburgian Alps suffered from heavy snows, sometimes layers of around 5 meters thick snow beyond the roads. most of the roads are clear, but I'm planning to use some secondary roads...
and this site: here (http://www.autoindex.org/) might show useful, by showing pictures and sometimes specifications of them, or just ask me.)

OOC: Tag. I'll post again tomorrow. I've been quite busy lately. =/

"That's right, we're here for the chase. Don't worry about our transportation, we've brought our own." Gerhard pointed out, took the equipment offered by Coerél and waved in the direction of the aircraft's cargo crew. The Skymaster's ramp slowly lowered until it touched the tarmac. Two Falken Mark VI sports cars, one blue and the other red, rolled down and onto the gray ground, turned towards the two agents and parked beside them.

The drivers hopped off them and chucked the keys to agents Brandt and Scherer. "They're all yours, gentlemen." One of the crewmen said before jogging back to the Skymaster with his partner for maintenance operations. Kiefer grinned as he could finally behold one of the best national cars of his country, sleek and fast. He glanced at Gerhard, who nodded back at him. "Thank you for your help. We'll get this man." Brandt stated confidently.

Both Wingardian FSS agents got to the wheels of their cars, waved at Bruno and stepped on the gas, speeding out of the airport and onto the streets. Once there, Brandt reached for the mobile phone given to him by Coerél and set the bandwidth and frequency.

"This is agent Brandt of the Federal Secret Service of Wingarde. We're already on the road. Requesting instructions and the last known coordinates of the target."


OOC:
Mark VI

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v455/ShadowB/Wingarde/falken-mark6.jpg

Manufacturer: Falken Automotors
Curb Weight: 1344 kg
Layout: Front-Engine/RWD
Transmission: 5-Speed - Automatic
Engine type: Supercharged V8
Displacement: 5505 cc
Horsepower: 578 bhp @ 6500 rpm
Top Speed: 325 km/h
0-100 km/h: 4 sec
0-160 km/h: 10.5 sec

(OOC: I approve, nice one, based off the SLR?)

"well, that shouldn't be too hard, here's our location ATM, 3 km west on the A144, heading towards Zurich, 9 km away from the intersection that leads towards Zurich, we're currently 3 cars behind Tango Guyana, he's driving a silver BMW 330d, out." the mobilophone crackled and connection was lost.

OOC: A little entrance pose...

Agent Colberg removed the earpiece from the scanner, and looked quizzically at Warrant Officer Vickers.

"What the hell do you think that's all about? Some sort of sting op by the locals?"

Vickers rolled her eyes, removing her own earpiece and fiddling a bit with the Air Force device her service has decided to test in the field. "Yeah, a local sting. With Wingardian FSS agents assisting? Did the TIA get you from McDonalds, or what?"

"Hey, just because you have the fuckin' PhD doesn't mean everyone else is an idiot." With a bit of annoyance, he started 1993 Taurus up, pulling around and into traffic. "Why don't you use that big brain of yours, and dial up that number, would ya?"

As Colberg speeds up and moves toward the coordinates, Vickers dials up the number the scanner gives for the Wingardian phone, and waits patiently for someone to pick up.

Meanwhile, 6 km away from the intersection...

The Wingardian red and blue sportscars drove along the A144, a little faster than the rest of the civilian vehicles. The soft breeze was definitely pleasant for the agents, and sometimes the idea than they were on a mission just slipped away from their minds. Gerhard maneuvered his blue Mark VI, tailed by Kiefer's red one, dodging cars and approaching the target.

However, Brandt's daydreaming was suddenly interrupted by the mobile phone's sound. He snapped out of it, clumsily grabbed the device and answered the call. "Brandt here, who is it?"

The car swerved around a slow moving pickup, driving by a man who looked too amazed to flip Colberg the bird, before accelerating. Agent Colberg had been a tanker in the Army, and had been reprimanded serveral times for removing the govener on his M60A3. Needless to say, he was much happier in his current profession.

WO Vickers responded as soon as she got an answer, and got over the damn driving of that TIA bastard. "Yeah, hi! Listen, this is Warrant Officer Pat Vickers, Triancian Jay-MIC. I just got word-

"Damn it, Colberg, if you want to kill yourself, do it with your pistol and keep me out of!"

She continued. "I just got word from, ahh, my sources that you seem to be involved in a high speed chase with a suspect. You need any help with that?"

Colberg cut off a semi, the honking quickly reciding into the distance as he accelerated again. He scanned ahead, taking quick looks at the GPS mounted to the side. A turn was coming up.

Vickers braced herself.

(OOC: Ah, you're welcome, I suppose you were calling Wingarde, and not Montpellier AFB?)

The Black Audi A6 swirled around Legrand's BMW, heading towards Zurich. the agents didn't show any interest for the Silver BMW, and entered a service station, about 600 km away from Zurich. the A6 slowed down and parked on the pump marked "Gazole/Diesel" Wächter got out and refueled the car, while Mörgenholm walked towards the restaurant, and got a seat outside.
"Mörgenholm here, Tango Guyana still heads for Zurich, Telescope follows him atm together with several Foreign agents, out."

OOC: Sorry I couldn't post, but where is Montepellar AFB? Which province or near which city?

(OOC: Montpellier AFB is near Montpellier, in the south of the French province of Van Luxemburg. it's somewhat west of Marseille, and about 800km under Paris, at the Mediterranean sea. and btw, the link you sent me of the RPU, wasn't in the TG.)

(OOC: where's everyone? having high tea or something?)

The Pilot looked again at EBG 330 and looked at the building behind him.
"Okay, I'll give you a dozen of Mercedes-Benz G55 AMG's, 4x4 with the speed and power of a sportscar, I'll hope you have fun with it, but you really need to get moving."

(OOC: Okay, I'll issue cars from this moment, it'll ease Vuhifell's life.
http://www.automobilemag.com/reviews/0303_driven_G55.jpg
Mercedes-Benz G55 AMG
5,5 litres V8, 476 pk.
top: 210 km/h\
capacity: 5 men.

EBG 330: Awsome, just give us the city we need to get to and we promise that we'll get there in one piece, can't say the same for your cars though, just put the expense of repairs on the Foxtecha Corporation.

"We'll do, and for now we expect he moves to Zurich, altough this isn't sure."

Near Cassis

The BMW 330d slowly moved onto the cross-section, and took the road marked "Lyon/Zurich/Bern/Geneva"
the BMW accelerated, and reached his maximum after a few seconds.
"Now it's our turn" Legrand murmled when he heared the following message:

"This is RTVL Radio one, welcome at the 10 o'clock news.
Today, the Van Luxemburgian government announced military trainings, meant to train for the wipeout of the GLM, aswell as other acts of terrorism.
other news:
It's still snowing in the Alps, and there's about 5 metres of snow everywhere in the alps. forecasts prove that there will be more snow falling in the coming weeks. other ne-"
Legrand switched to a station that broadcasted top 40 music.

Brandt and Scherer's blue and red Mark VIs positioned themselves at a safe distance from the car that matched the description of Legrand's at the intersection leading to Zurich, Lyon, Bern or Geneva. The two sportscars relatively stood out of the rest of the cars, but the Wingardian agents ensured they kept a reasonably low profile to avoid raising suspicions.

"I think we have identified Legrand's vehicle, several meters ahead of us, in the Lyon/Zurich/Bern/Geneva intersection." Gerhard commented over the radio to the Van Luxemburgian control center, and proceeded to describe the apparent target to confirm its identity.

Meanwhile, Kiefer seemed to be on vacation, since he had turned up the music in his red Mark VI almost to the maximum possible. A secret agent wouldn't do that, but that's precisely why he did it.

"That's a roger, you should be able to make out our agents now"

The Black Audi A6 took the Intersection, leading to either one of the cities mentioned.
A2, Zurich, Bern, Lyon, Geneva
it followed the silver car infront of it, while pretending if they were enjoying the scenic landscape, sea on one side, Winegroves on the other side.
"I think I'd take a vacation here, if I wasn't on a mission"
"Don't worry, we'll hopefully pass Kitzbühel, or not, it depends on what route Legrand takes."

"Understood." Gerhard discretely gestured at his partner, who barely noticed the signal, and both of them maneuvered their cars closer to the Van Luxemburgian agents'. Brandt nodded at them as he drove his Mark VI next to their vehicle, Scherer tailing behind him, still listening to music at full volume.

"Are we supposed to follow them somewhere or are you just waiting some time before taking action." Brandt asked over the radio to the control center, and looked around shortly in order not to lose sight of Legrand's BMW.

"we're trying to recognise someone when he visits them, and we can hopefully arrest them, and then him too."

Meanwhile, The BMW drove on, passed the Provincial border, into the Swiss province, straight heading for an Intersection which said:
"Zürich/Bern"

(OOC: I'm planning on staying in Zürich for a while because the Autobahns will be closed off because of Hevay snowfall, and probably lots of interesting things will happen there....)

Legrand drove swiftly, but not too fast, he was aware of the problem that he could be followed. it was getting dark, and reports coming in on the radio said it could be snowing at enormous rates this night, so it wa time to shop for a hotel in the area. now, Legrand wasn't a type which chose the first highway motel in the area, and decided to take the five-star Baur Au Lac in Zürich. he checked in under the false name "Petrov Veriensk" and took one of his falsured ID's out of his pocket and showed it to the attendant.
"Okay, Mr. Veriensk, welcome to the Baur Au Lac!"
"Thanks, where's my room?"
"Third floor, number 348"
"Thanks."

when Legrand used the Elevator, Wächter stormed into the lobby, showing his VLIA ID to the attendant without rising suspicion under the guests and said he needed to see the register.
"But sir, I cannot give out any names, that's forbidden, they'll get me fired!"
"I don't care, if they don't do it, we'll do it because you didn't show it!"

"Okay, sir, I haven't heard of the name you did describe, but I have seen the man, he checked in just a few minutes ago, Petrov Veriensk, Room number 348." the attendant wanted to help the man standing behind Wächter, but Wächter asked something else, which irritated both the man behind him and the attendant.
"Two luxury suites for VLIA please, third and second floor"
"eh, yes sir, Room number 321 and number 289 coming up, here are the keys, have a nice stay."
"thanks, I think I'll remember you." Wächter made a move with his arm and 200 Euro appeared on the desk.
"here's your tip, do something nice with it."
with those last words he left for the elevator, together with Mörgenholm, carrying the cases for him.

(OOC: I suggest you take some kind of hotel in Zürich on costs of the VLIA, something like the five-star "Eden Au Lac", the brother of the Baur.)

EBG 330: Zurich eh? Alright, ehhhh, listen, are there any other objectives that you may want us to check out on our way over there, kind of a long drive for us, but, hey, if there aren't, we ain't complainin'.

The two Wingardian sportscars passed by the Baur au Lac as Legrand and shortly after the Van Luxemburgian agents' vehicles parked and the people headed inside. Kiefer had turned down the music, since they were already in Zürich, and because his ears were already buzzing due to the constant high volume. He let go of a sigh of relief as he switched off the music and drove behind Gerhard, towards the Eden au Lac Hotel.

A few minutes later, the two Mark VIs pulled over by the entrance of the extremely luxurious hotel. The agents got off their cars as two valet employees and two assistants from the building approached to aid in the unloading of the luggage. Brandt and Scherer chucked the keys of their cars at the valet guys and proceeded into the awe-inspiring resort, followed by the assistants, who were carrying a couple of luggage items, a metal briefcase and a black leather bag each.

Gerhard approached to the reception desk and a friendly attendant smiled at him. "Hello, sir. Welcome to the Eden au Lac Hotel. How may I help you?"

"Hello, we're agents Brandt and Scherer. The VLIA should've informed you about our arrival. Please ready our suites as soon as possible. It'd be very helpful if both of them had a view of the Zürich Lake and Baur au Lac." Brandt requested warmly.

"You see, we love lakes." Kiefer clumsily interceded, grinning, but refrained from continuing after receiving a glare from his partner. That comment wasn't at all necessary, Gerhard thought.

Montpellier AFB
"well, I actually haven't got something to check out for you, but it isn't a long drive at full speed, you could be there at about.... 12 o'clock at night if you leave now. I will guide you past the snow barriers."

Zürich
Wächter relaxed while he checked out the enormous plasma screen which would serve as television. when he looked out of the window, the snow was falling like it was crashing down to earth. meanwhile, his ears received the message broadcasted by the television
"...5 metres of snow, Autobahns unavailable, roads around Zürich closed off, no trespassing of other roads, avalanche danger, 3 killed in Skiing this wa-"
with the zapping sound the television shut down and Wächter walked towards the phone, picked it up and called the reception.
"Could you please pass this message on to some friends of my in the Eden au Lac and in room 289 of this hotel?"

Somewhat later, a valet knocked on the doors of rooms 145 and 146, the rooms of the Wingardian agents.
"Sir, Ma'am, I have a message for you."
when the doors opened, the valet passed a note, marked with the "Eden au Lac" logo.

From: Baur au Lac room 321
To: Eden au Lac, Wingardian agents

hereby, I would advise you to only operate within Zürich. because all other rods have been closed off. Legrand can't flee, because he will be arrested if he attempts so. try visiting some nice areas of Zürich, we have an emergency meeting together with Vuhifellian agents and the Van Luxemburgian police in the lobby of the Eden au Lac, tomorrow, during breakfast.

A144

"Okay, it's just following Navigation until the Swiss border, then I'll jump in."
The pilot looked at EBG 330 and then looked behind him, seeing a row of G-classes leaving from Montpellier AFB.

Zürich

Legrand listened to the radio from his room, hearing the same message as Wächter heard before.
"...5 metres of snow, Autobahns unavailable, roads around Zürich closed off, no trespassing of other roads, avalanche danger, 3 killed in Skiing this we-"
and he switched the button on the radio to "Off"
"Okay, that won't be leaving for tomorrow"
Legrand grabbed the phone and directly called Kiev.
"Yes?"
"It's me. I'm stopped in Zürich"
"Whe're you calling from?"
"My hotel"
"You should know that attendants listen with you on the phone at night."
"yes."
"I'll make it somewhat later, about a few days, call me wehn you're ready."

Kiev

Dmitri Yakovla walked through the manor just outside of Kiev. he was the leader of the Continetal GLM, and was called by Jacques Legrand a minute ago.
"He gets more dumb and irritating everytime. perhaps my order should arrive quite quickly."
at the same moment, the sound of an engine was cut off in front of the house and the doorbell rang.
"Grand-Ducal Postalservices, a package for you."
"Thanks, here's your tip." Dmitri deponated 2 Euros in the hands of the mailman. he slammed the door and opened the box. in it was a large, black object, longer than a Desert Eagle, with the markings of the Van Luxemburgian Army and VDZ & VL Weapons. he grinned.

70 Miles from Swiss Border

EBG 330: Alright, check in everybody!

EBG 360: Fire Team Ascent, we're on course

EBG 390: Fire Team Beirut, we're on course, but Team Descent got lost.

EBG 330: What do you mean they got lost? They have onboard navigation system, right?

EBG 390: It's a mystery of the mind on how those idiots work, all I know is, we gotta get on without em', they'll find us sooner or later, MOLIGNAR Armor isn't exactly too common outside of Vuhifell.

EBG 330: Yeah, your right, VL Command, request further instructions on whatever the hell we have to do, over.

"okay, I've put a card in the glove compartment, if you encounter any police, show the card and you can go through, we can put Police on Team Descent if you want."

The Swiss Border

The Porsche 997 in Van Luxemburgian Police Colours blocked the road, with it's warning lights engaged, aswell as a Range Rover, which had sirens on. their goal: blocking the road of every passenger who wanted to pass the border, because of the heavy snowfall.

Zürich

It was late at night when the egally black G-Classes arrived at the Eden Au Lac. somewhat later, in the morning, after the Vuhifellian EBG had checked in and got their rooms at the 3rd floor, everyone, including the VLIA agents, sat around the breakfast table, with views of the magnificent lake, discussing what to do.
"I think we should try to work together and follow him, but only 2 people at a time following him, the ret is doing something else here in Zürich. remember, use any 4x4 you can find when you drive out of Zürich, or else you will drive you car stuck in the snow. anyone else got proposals? we can't leave Zürich before Legrand leaves, so.."

Baur au Lac hotel, Zürich

The BMW 330d left from the aprking, after it had been returned to it's official owner, for now. despite the heavy snow, Legrand wanted to know where the was for the coming days, heck, maybe even weeks. he drove onto the Talstrasse, and accelerated until he saw a small pointer showing "Zürichhorn". he parked his car in a parking garage, paid and went outside. it was cold, very cold, but he walked on.

it was nice in the park, very white, with heaps of snow laying on the grass everywhere. a small pointer showed a ferry service to the other side of the lake, towards the Mytherquai. he ignored it, because it couldn't be running now. he walked back towards the garage, just seeing an Van Luxemburgian Police Range Rover passing by, likely patrolling the area surrounding the park.

when Legrand got into his BMW, he noticed that something had changed. but what? probably nothing. he started the engine and drove back towards the hotel.

What Legrand didn't know, was that a Blue Audi RS4 fired up his engine when he left the Hotel, and the vehicle followed him all the way towards the garage. when he pulled a car from the machine, Pete Nield already had entered the garage, together with his toolbox. he opened the BMW without touching the alarm and got to work. a while after, he had come out again, one GPS device was left in the garage, to be precise, in Legrand's car.