NationStates Jolt Archive

Ison walked up to the glass doors, stopping for a second to punch in a code on the wall to the side. It was night and the security system was activated, even though there was the night team and the guards. When the small bleep came he pulled on the handle slightly and the door opened the rest of the way. He entered the building nodding at the receptionist at her desk. She smiled and waved back. He hated that smile it was so happy and kind, like it was saying ‘I hate you but I have to put up with you so I will just smile’. That was one of the reasons he was doing this. He walked over to the next set of doors, opening them and walking towards the security checkpoint. The guard there opened the gate next to the metal detector, not even stopping him for a pat down, but there was no reason for Mr. Ison to be carrying any weapons or other metal devices into his own lab. The fool, thought Ison, that little mistake will be the death of you. He continued on opening the third set of doors and stepping into the lab area.

Shwarz walked through the dark hallway nervously, it wasn’t a good sign when the boss called you to have a one-on-one chat, it either meant you were going on a deadly mission or you were going to kiss the end of a magnum. Shwarz feared the second. When he got to the door he knocked three times paused knocked twice, the door opened. Shwarz looked in it looked empty at first, but he knew that there was a very cruel man sitting in the chair behind the desk. “Come in Mr. Shwarz and sit down I need to have a talk with you” said an unseen voice, Shwarz sat down in a chair opposite the desk. “Do you know why I asked you here?” inquired the voice. “No sir” replied Shwarz. “I asked you to come because I need you to find someone.” Continued the voice. “Who sir?” “Well it seems we have a snitch, someone who knew about our last trade, someone who told the Vilany family about said meeting.” Answered the voice. “Well sir only you, me, and Charles knew about the trade, and it couldn’t be you or me so it has to be Charles.” Replied Shwarz. “Hmm you seem so confident about that, but Charles was killed in the trade off, so who else could it be.” The chair turned around and there sat a round man. He had brown hair and a small scar on his forehead. “ I have made my conclusion to who it is but before I tell you I want you to guess” Shwarz’s heart skipped to beats, then he replied “well if it isn’t Charles then Charles must have told someone not knowing he was a snitch.” The man grinned, “nope you guessed wrong.” Then he pulled out a pistol, BANG, Shwarz lurched back arching slightly, then he slumped in his chair.

Ison slowly walked out of the lab, leaving only a bloody handprint on the handle. A car pulled up to sidewalk. Ison casually got in, carefully putting his briefcase next to him on the seat. The driver looked back, “so how did it go?” “Well, very well. No one put up a fight. Still had to shoot them but they didn’t fight.” replied Ison. The driver looked forward, stepping slowly on the gas. “Good, the boss will be pleased. Also we found out who the snitch was.” “Who?” “Shwarz, seems he worked for the Vilany family.” Ison ruffled his brow making him look serious and questioning at the same time. “No, he had to have better connections than just that, my searches would have shown some link to Vilany. I think he worked for the government.” “Hmm, makes sense maybe you should talk to the boss” came the answer from the front.

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From: O.N.E. headquarters
Subject: manhunt

Hello, you are probably reading this because you are looking for a job. Or because you need money. either way, you read this. Your assignment, if you choose to accept it, is to find a man name Ison. He is suspected to be involved in an organized crime syndicate, he is charged of theft and treason. if you capture this man the 5 billion-dollar reward will be yours. He has also stolen some secret weapon we have been developing. If this weapon is found whole by you and you return it to us, you will be rewarded another 5 billion dollars. Your only approved contact with the underground is the Vilany family. Any other contacts are allowed but we will not be held responsible for any deaths.

OOC: This is a huge manhunt you will receive some intelligence reports, through out the RP, like which nation he is in. But we will not have much. our resources are limited at the moment, and our only contact in the suspected syndicate, the forchez family, has ended all communications.

1st intelligence report:
last know location- eastern island, Piglatnia. The city of Ermillerway.
Last seen- Ermway hotel, room 123.
Suspected vehicle- black correl, license plate number: 134 5608.

Suggested actions:
Taking him down now would be best. If he leaves the country we will not be able to get in depth reports, or be able to help with transport if captured. Also we will not be able to pardon you if it comes to bloodshed.

Ison lay down on his bed going over what he still had to do. When he could think no more he switched on the TV hoping that the government had made him infamous on one of the News shows. The first one he came to was talking about some man who saved a cat, he switched the channel, PPB was running a story about a shoot out at a warehouse this mourning. Ison changed the channel again, the only other news channel was airing something about government waste, nothing about him. This was weird he had just killed 6 people and stolen a biological weapon there should be something on the news. He turned the TV off and laid back, this had only made his problems worse because now he had to worry about his life.

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Igor, as he was going by now, read the paper as he walked down the street in Ermillerway, not caring if he ran into anyone. His scraggly black hair, black trenchcoat and sunglasses made him appear as if he were a transient.

Glancing up at the street sign, he walked another block took a seat at a bus stop. Reaching into a pocket he withdrew a card, around the size of a buisness card, he looked at the info about the bounty, and waited for the bus.

Ison suddenly sat up straight; sun was coming out of his window. Crap, I over slept he thought in his head. He glanced at the clock. 12:05. He laid back down, sighed, then rolled out of bed staggering towards the bathroom. A few minutes later he walked out, cleaned and dressed. He went over to the closet took out his suitcase and the brief case, and went to the door. He stepped out into the hallway, closing the door behind him. When he got to the lobby he went up to the counter. “Checking out?” asked the lady behind the desk. “Yes, room 123.” “Alright, you already paid so all I need is your key.” Ison laid the key on the counter and headed for the door. He walked out into the sun, shielding his eyes from the glare. When he got adjusted he hailed a taxi. “ The airport, and quick I am running late for a flight.”

OOC: finaly someone came.

Igor boarded the bus, and waited as it took him toward the airport. He intented to see about flightplans, and putting an uplink into the system.

NightHawk caught a plane into the country, a private jet. When you're a professional bounty hunter, life is good.

"Mr. Hawk, sir."
"Yes, Ms. Attendant?"
"We're landing soon." Hawk returned to his seat in the cabin of the jet. "Also..."
"What is it?"
"There's a bounty on this 'Ison'. 5 billion for him, 5 billion for stolen technology."
"Excellent. Patch me in to the UpdateNetwork." He adjusted his earpiece. He checked his tools of the trade - a Beretta 9MM, a dart gun, and his own special brand of truth serum. A brilliant design, it hasn't failed him once.

5 minutes later...

The hunter stepped off the plane, onto the tarmac. He had heard that a taxi was in a high speed getaway towards the airport. He checked his two weapons, then ran to jump into the terminal. His predatory istincts were kicking in again, and it was only a manner of time before "he" showed up.

The taxi stopped outside the airport, Ison got out and went to the door. The door slid open as he walked up; a warm breeze caught him in the face. He entered going straight through any security areas the guards were to busy with the thousands of people trying to get a flight to the main land they didn’t even stop him when he had to jump over a small metal gate to enter the tunnel to his plane. When he got to the jet a stewardess took his ticket and led him to first class. He sat down and waited for the plane to take off.

Igor had arrived in time to catch sight of a rearview of the bounty as he boarded the plane. With a shrug, he turned and entered into a 'keep-out' area of the airport, to find a terminal so he could find out where the plane was bound.

A security guard stepped in front of a man who apparently couldn’t read, the security guard was huge easily 6 feet and 250 pounds. “Can’t you read little man, it says ‘keep out’ on the sign on the door.” He reached forward to put his hand on the strangers’ shoulder to direct him to a holding area. The door behind him opened and a man came out, “he is with me cro, let him go.” Cro turned keeping the intruder in his grip. “What does this illiterate guy have to do with you?” “Just let him go, me and him need to talk.” Cro released his grip and opened the door. Leaving the two to talk alone. “what do you need in hear.?”

Igor asked, in a naselly voice, "Wherefor is yon flying machine bound?" He was talking arcahic, because it annoyed many people.

The man smiled, arcahic. "yon flying machine go many miles, big trip. when come back down it be in sky." He liked speaking in anouying dialects maybe if this kept up he could use piglatin.

"Wherefor of the lands of sky be it bound for?" Igor asked

"itay ebay oundbay orfay hety andslay ofay hety aptcay ofay kysay. alsoay iay ebay emptay. owhay aboutay ouyay."

ooc: Translation please, my piglatin is horrible.

OOC: itay ebay oundbay orfay hety andslay ofay hety aptcay ofay kysay. alsoay iay ebay emptay. owhay aboutay ouyay means it be bound for the lands of the capt of sky. also i be temp who be you.

"I thank thee for the information. I am named Igor." Igor replied after he'd translated the piglatin.

ooc: Thanks.

"you speak many a language, may i ask why do you need to know of the great flying machine." temp said

OOC: np

"It be bearing a person I be missing." Igor replied

There were two short beeps, Temp reached for his pocket and pulled out a very nice looking cellphone. "excuse me" he said fliping open the phone as he headed for a back door. minutes later he returned, "It seems i am needed, so i will say good bye and leave you on your way." he reached his hand out grasping the other man's firmly. "good bye and good luck. also there is little chance of catching him in skycapt, he will just be there for a day. and he will be in a meeting for most of it. Find a hotel, and settle down for a day see the sites he will be back you will probably get an intel message by then." Temp stoped shaking and headed for the door.

2nd intelligence report:
Location- Skycapt

Suggested actions:
Based on Intel the target has entered upon Skycapt soil. There he will join in a meeting. We have no jurisdiction in Skycapt so we suggest waiting if an attack does occur and he escapes he might not ever return but if the journey is a safe one he will have no reason to not return which will help you. Also we are trying to take down the whole organization he works for as they are suspected to have killed one of our agents. If he returns our chance will be greater. An extra million shall be awarded to whoever gives us the location of their hideout.