NationStates Jolt Archive

Pierre Castet looked at disdain down at the Irish pub which had opened on his turf, he couldn't raid it, doing so would bring on a war from the Irish Shamrock Mafia, but somthing needed to be done it was taking business away from Pierre's Champagne bar.

He sighed, there was a time when the French Mafia ruled this city, but now there was no respect for the City that the French had settup, this was all because of the death of Mr Spoot, before Spiff the laws had been so lax that anything was possible, not now that Mr Spiff the Surrealist had began to initiate reforms, it was good that Spooty finally now had a sizeable military but now the French could not move for fear of crossing the thin line of justice.

A car sped up the wet road, who was this, it looked remarkably like Pierres car, but his car was parked in his secret underground garage, the car screeched to a halt, out a man got Schmeil Rifle in hand, "Aye this be for last months attack on our pub ya' wee French Besterd!!!" The rifle blasted through Pierres chest, he gasped before collapsing on the ground clutching at his internal organs.

Three months later and Spootopolis is engaged in a war, on the one side the Irish Mafia, headed by the notorious Eddy McSpoot, and on the other the French Mafia headed by Jean Claude Spoothe

In the Imperial Race we have no tolterance for crime. we will aid in Keeping these "thugs" under control. We will use the Waffen-SS already in your nation used to control the Hippies to control these gangs. We will end all crime in that city. the Waffen are the Best they have never failed before.

Führer George Pita

Jack put his hands behind his head and leant back in content, before falling of his stool and onto the bar floor. He was giggling at the concept of trying to drive home with twelve glasses of French wine inside him, and instead opted for a Taxi. He heard a gunshot from outside, mufled by the rain. That made twenty-something today, it had been a warzone around here since the murder of Pierre Castet.

He paid the barman and left quietly, blissfully unaware of the thugs behind him cracking knuckles as he laughed at the mans French accent, throwing in several quotes from the Monty Python films he thought such a building would detest the existence of. He turned to find several angry Frenchmen, one of them passing a knife from hand to hand.

Jack had woken up in hospital several times before, but at least the other times had given him decent stories to tell. Like the time he and Tim had dumped a van-full of manure onto a Yakuza-man's car, and had been chased halfway across the country for it before having to content with the Police too. Happy days... whatever happened to Tim?

He was delerious from the uncountable drugs they must have him on, but the bit of his brain used for revenge was in full swing. It looked like the Irish Mafia would have an extra man, as soon as his ribs were fixed and the headache subsided. He also had second degree burns on his thigh, but not a clue where they had come from.

The streets were no longer safe at night as mobs of French hit mobs of Irish, the Schmeil Rifle being the favored weapon of both sides, so far Spiff seemed to have been relativley slow in reacting to the near civil war breaking out in his own backyard, Irish pubs were burned to the ground on a daily basis as the French began to win over the city, but all was not over yet, it was still to early to predict who was winning.

He swerved the car to avoid a mobster of some sort who had been shot and had quite inconsiderately fallen into the middle of the road. Jack had no wish to strain the suspension of his ageing car, but if he was in anything bigger he would have rolled right over the guy. He was a cynnical bastard and he knew it.

Jack parked up beside an Irish Pub, checked his weapon and went inside. He carried a shiny new .45ACP, but rarely went out with the thing. Since his visit to the hospital he carried it always, with ammunition, though with the safety on.

As he took a seat at the bar Jack ordered for a glass of the finest whisky before asking the barman; "With all this gang trouble around, reckon you could use some extra help?"

11:00pm

Five Kokutai Chinok helicopters aproach the coastline. inside each are 4 specially trained commandos armed with an updated version of the AK-47. The choopers land on the beach. Commandos pour out and start to k\move towards the city.

11:30pm

To: leader of Spooty
From: President Steve, leader of the Confederacy of Kokutai

A small force of our elite commandos have landed on shore. do not be alarmed. They have come to control the violence in the city. Tomorrow morning our force of 2,000 shock troops will parachute into your city. They will be followed by a peacekeeping force of 10,000 of our regular soldiers. We will assist you in your fight. Please inform the Waffen SS commanders that we intend to back them up. We will not commence hostilities until you reply. Goodnight.

"well oi say t'ere laddy, what'yoo be wantin' to get ye'self in with t'at crowd for, ye look like a respictable laddy ter me!" The barkeep said, he was testing the possible recruit, if he was absolutely positive then "sure, any help was needed", if he knocked him out then he were one of "t'em cissy French besterds" he awaited a response.

The Waffen-SS have convierged on the City of Spootopolis and begun restoring order. The Gangs will be defeated Armoured trucks drove in the City with speakers saying "stay in your homes, A new curfew is in effect. Any Citizen caught out side after 10 pm will be taken in for Questioning"

As the colum entered the city they encontered some fire from the gangs but where easily repulsed by the Waffen. they began searching houses for weapons of any kind and suspected gang leaders have been arrested.

Telegram to Mr. Spiff
Do not be alarmed. we will not kill or arrest any government officals. We would like to corrdinate efforts with your ringleader guard to control these efforts. Also we would like to know the state of the Worms in your nation. this seems like an effort to weaken your government for a Worm Coup.

To Fuherer George Pita:

The gangs are gone, leave the city NOW. We do not wish to have war with you, but you are basically taking over. You do not have the right to tell foreign citizens what to do. We do not mean to sound confrontational, but we have the means to throw you out of this country. You have three options:

1. Leave

2. Help us stop the violence, and becoming peacekeeping soldiers along with our troops, and leave policy waking to spooty.

3. Do not listen and have your troops killed.

Please make a wise decsion.

OOC: Could I play the head of the Staric gang?

I am going to Put you in your place. a nation of 26 million wishes to take on a nation of 906 million IF you attack me in this city i will DESTROY YOU. SO BACK OFF AND LEAVE. I have given my men orders to kill your men on sight.

The gangs are not gone. I have come under attack. My Waffen will handel anything you throw at me. I recomend that if you are going to fight me that you read the rules of War. Also I have taken control in the absence of Government control. When the government acts i will stop my Rule and had it over to the Government. So if you wish to turn this nation into a warzone. So be it.

"Well, i was quite happy to sit at some fancy wine-bar, drink myself stupid and stagger home, but a few of those French bastards didn't like me lauging at their accent. Now i'm out of hospital i'm looking for work, a passtime and revenge. Helping the Irish Mafia in this city would fill all three of these, and i do have previoous experience."

Previous Experience, and the phone number for a very old friend.

but you fail to notice we have commandos, and they aren't even in the city. it will take several days for you to bring in an attack force to be superior to mine while my soldiers are already on the way. YOU will be crushed. besides, you are in dept and there are riots in your streets. I could easily crush you. besides, i just don't like to see you oppressing people who aren't even yours.

You obviouly haven't seen the Wiki. THe Waffen are my elite corps and they number in the hundreds of thousands. I have at least 200,000 elite men in the city. you should look at the wiki so that you know what you are facing

http://ns.goobergunch.net/wiki/index.php/The_Imperial_Race

OOC: Could I play the head of the Staric gang?

(OOC: who are the Staric gang)

but you fail to notice we have commandos, and they aren't even in the city. it will take several days for you to bring in an attack force to be superior to mine while my soldiers are already on the way. YOU will be crushed. besides, you are in dept and there are riots in your streets. I could easily crush you. besides, i just don't like to see you oppressing people who aren't even yours.

(OOC: as much as I dislike the oppression of my citizens, especially by a foreign power, if you do declare war on TIR as an ally i will have no choice but to declare war on you, and as my troops are already IN Spooty they would have no trouble in rebuffing an attack)

"Well, i was quite happy to sit at some fancy wine-bar, drink myself stupid and stagger home, but a few of those French bastards didn't like me lauging at their accent. Now i'm out of hospital i'm looking for work, a passtime and revenge. Helping the Irish Mafia in this city would fill all three of these, and i do have previoous experience."

Previous Experience, and the phone number for a very old friend.

IC: "alrite t'ere laddy ye seem god enuff for us, go in ter back room and talk ter McSpoot, he'll tell ye what ter do!" The barkeep pointed to a small grotty looking room, it had a single door leading to an ally outside, "will ye be wantin' anyt'ing ter drink befere ye go?"

Also the riots where in Ghettos of Imperialists (communists) they where the last of their kind and have been removed. I can hurl my 42 million man army at you in a few days. not enough time for you to defend the city. and drive me out.

"No thanks, i have a tendancy to offend people when i'm pissed; and thats not what i'd like to do to you guys."

Jack stood and stretched his arms, before heading for the back room. He knocked twice on the door, then turned the handle and entered.

Spooty i will return control to you once we see some action on your part. Just call in your ringleader guard and i will stop and help you.

Also the riots where in Ghettos of Imperialists (communists) they where the last of their kind and have been removed. I can hurl my 42 million man army at you in a few days. not enough time for you to defend the city. and drive me out.

ooc: Have you ANY idea how long it would take any nation at all to mobilise that many soldiers? Not that they are all soldiers, as at least 50% of them should be C&L etc.

MY ARMY IS ALREADY MOBILIZED BECAUSE I JUST FOUGHT A CIVIL WAR THAT JUST ENDED. They are battle hardend and ready to fight.

OOC: well, to me this seems to have degenerated into random flaming. oh well:

IC:
No_State_At_All sends an official request that all troops from both the imperial race and kokutai cease all hostile activity immediatly and thar, on arrival of a special response team from the NSAA police force, that they then return home. any aggressive action will result in NSAA instituting a full scale assault on the offending party.

OOC: and yes this is a bit of a numberwank but 906 mil on 4bil+?
just try me. go on. please.

I am not going to fight my concern is that he will. so i am just defendign myself. I will hold the city until you arrive.

(OOC: sorry TIR i kept getting sidetracked by Star Wars)

General Splatt has met with the leader of the TIR's WaffenSS, a thousand Ringleaders are being sent to control the situation, a solution is hoped to be found soon.

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McSpoot quickly grabbed his Schmeil Rifle and pointed it at the man who had just enetere "what ter feck de ye went?" He asked in his thick Irish accent, any besterd who inturrupted his pinto of cold Guiness deserved a bullet in the head, in his opinion, the TV was on showing clips of the Irish football team, this man was obviously very patriotic to Ireland.

OOC: Can I RP someone in Spooty? Like a tourist or what-not? All my RP's are very slow today... People seem to have an aversion to them...

The special NSAA riot response force has been loaded onto transport planes and will be airlifted (with their equipment) to the nearest available landing strip. the team consists of 250 riot police officers with heavy combat armour. they are all equipped with NSW-90 assault rifles and the team will arive in one NS day.
(OOC: i mean rapid response people, so 1 day is fair. this will cost me a fair bit though)

Transmission Telex 1B
Destination: Spooty
From:- General Eisenheim

Just give me the address of every pub and bar connected to this, and clear the area for about 2000 feet around (save for the badguys) and my boyz'l fly in with LGFi0K1 Ghettoblasters and blast them apart with a 100-ton yield bomb, no questions asked, failing that we can deploy peacekeeping assets with two hours notice

BREAKBREAK
End transmission

OOC: An LGFi0K1 is a small Laser Guided 100-ton nuclear device

OOC: Can I RP someone in Spooty? Like a tourist or what-not? All my RP's are very slow today... People seem to have an aversion to them...

(OOC: yes, yes you can)

The special NSAA riot response force has been loaded onto transport planes and will be airlifted (with their equipment) to the nearest available landing strip. the team consists of 250 riot police officers with heavy combat armour. they are all equipped with NSW-90 assault rifles and the team will arive in one NS day.
(OOC: i mean rapid response people, so 1 day is fair. this will cost me a fair bit though)

Telegram From Mr Spiff to No_State_At_All

Thank you for your assistance, we hope that this situation can be resolved shortly so that we can continue to live in a peaceful state, again we thank you.

Transmission Telex 1B
Destination: Spooty
From:- General Eisenheim

Just give me the address of every pub and bar connected to this, and clear the area for about 2000 feet around (save for the badguys) and my boyz'l fly in with LGFi0K1 Ghettoblasters and blast them apart with a 100-ton yield bomb, no questions asked, failing that we can deploy peacekeeping assets with two hours notice

BREAKBREAK
End transmission

OOC: An LGFi0K1 is a small Laser Guided 100-ton nuclear device

Telegram From Mr Spiff to Spizania

We are not clear on the locations of all the gang held businesses but even if were we are not comfortable with the use of a nuclear device in such a densly populated area as Spootopolis, perhaps a more conventional metheod would be better.

OOC: I've decided to play a freelance SkyCapt native, looking for work. How's that?

IC:
Nathaniel Higgins roamed the street, looking around, and hopping into a shadow seconds before a bullet slammed into the streetlamp next to him. He broke out in a sweat. "That was too close..." He muttered, walking to an Irish Pub, and stepping inside. He walked over to the bar, and sat down on a stool. Ordering a drink, he asked the bartender where he could find work, noticing 2 French-looking thugs outside the door...

"excuse me fer secund laddy." The barkeep went under the bar and popped out with a Schmeil Rifle, he pumped two shots into the wal next to the French thugs "take thet yer besterds!!!!" He shouted as the French men ran off down the street "now whet wes it yer be wantin' laddy?"

"I'm looking for work. I ran into some trouble with the Frenchies, after they burned down one of my favorite pubs. Got any suggestions?" He asked, fingering his P90.

"Aye, a laddy came in not too long urt go asking ter same t'ing, go on t'ru ter door and ask fer McSpoot." The Barkeep put down his rifle and began to serve another gentleman.

Nathan thanked the barkeep, walked over to the door, and went in, still fingering his P90.

The head of the NSAA team was not happy "we're meant to be a secret special response team to deal with extreme problems in our own country. out here we wont know anything about the people, the area, or anything in fact. oh well. ours not to reason why yada yada yada" he complained "all right lads, get ready to move as soon as we touch down, we dont want to let this situation get any worse. radioman!"
"Yes, sir?"
"have all our aircraft touch down one after the other, drop off the men and then get airborne again. teams 1 and 2 are to secure the area, teams 3 and 4 are to commandeer some transport (send to high command that we will need to pay for whatever we use) and team 5 is to try to get in touch with local law enforcement"
"Yes Sir!"

OOC: all for now, just looked at my clock, and i'm getting up at 7 tomorrow for a lecture at 9. ARGH. CUL8R guys.

12:00pm

"lieutenant, we have recieved word that we are no longer needed. we need to pull out." "Roger that corporal. Ok boys move to the extraction point! This misson is comprimised."

Dawn

Chinok helicopters pick up the commandos. They are ferried back to Kokutai.

NEWS BULLETIN 7:00am

Last night, members of the KPA, or Kokutai Presidential Army, have backed down from Spooty due to political issues. President Steve of Kokutai has issued the following statement:

" We do not wish to incite other nations in war against us. The situation in Spooty is under control. There is no need to be here."

12:00pm
Irish Mob Headquarters

All righ' boys its time to strike back against those Waffen SS bastards! Git your guns and your explosives and lets go!"

12:15
Waffen SS Barracks

Ja, ve hav elminated ze mobsters. Zieg Heil to our great leader!
ZIEG HEIL! ZEIG HEIL! ZIEG HEIL!

12:17

BOOM!

AUCHTUNG! ALL WAFFEN SS SOLDIERS REPORT TO BARRACKS #17! THERE HAS BEEN A BOMBING!

The Imperial Race has been deleted by the Mods. I will aid by sending in my Republican Guard.

look, if you've been deleted, it was for a good reason. the NSAA units deploy, and move towards the affected town (ooc: cat find the name... DUH) where they begin to patrol the streets on foot. anyone attacking them will be hunted down and arrested.
(OOC: whats the local law enforcement like? sorry to be so high-handed with your territory m8, if you really want me out i'll go, but if not i'll try RPing a small scale assault on that pub, if that wont cause your RP to go pear-shaped)

Kokutai']12:00pm
Irish Mob Headquarters

All righ' boys its time to strike back against those Waffen SS bastards! Git your guns and your explosives and lets go!"

12:15
Waffen SS Barracks

Ja, ve hav elminated ze mobsters. Zieg Heil to our great leader!
ZIEG HEIL! ZEIG HEIL! ZIEG HEIL!

12:17

BOOM!

AUCHTUNG! ALL WAFFEN SS SOLDIERS REPORT TO BARRACKS #17! THERE HAS BEEN A BOMBING!

(OOC: 1. Please don't steal away my gangsters, there actions though barabaric do have a certain order to them, bombing the WaffenSS would be a damned stupid thing to do, also don't RP TIR's troops, they may or may not have killed all these Irish mobsters)

look, if you've been deleted, it was for a good reason. the NSAA units deploy, and move towards the affected town (ooc: cat find the name... DUH) where they begin to patrol the streets on foot. anyone attacking them will be hunted down and arrested.

(OOC: Spootopolis, and there is a long and complicated reason for the banning of TIR, instead of reciting it i'll just show you a prefabricatede explanation on NSwiki (http://ns.goobergunch.net/wiki/index.php/Pink_Floyd#Mod_Problems))

(OOC: whats the local law enforcement like? sorry to be so high-handed with your territory m8, if you really want me out i'll go, but if not i'll try RPing a small scale assault on that pub, if that wont cause your RP to go pear-shaped)

(OOC: No police units, instead a small chunk of the Spooty Ringleader Guard keep the peace, you don't need to leave unless you feel the sudden need and urge to, that Pub is just one of the many that the Irish gangsters command from, but remember there are Frenchies aswell)

Secret IC: Mr Spiff stood looking down upon the chaotic streams of French and Irish mobsters, he laughed, a man came up behind him, "Herr Spiff, sales are begining to slump, is the war coming to an end?" The man asked "no my friend Fritz, the war has just begun, Irish mobsters in Las Spooty and Spiffheim are about ready to start up, and the French are about to receive some extra funding, your sales will stay high for as long as you donate your funding into the defence budget, oh and please, stop calling me Herr Spiff!"

OOC: Could ye RP McSpoot doing whatever with me freelance guy? Thank ye kindly.

(OOC: sorry, just a slight bit blind)

McSpoot still holding his rifle walked over to the door in order to check if anyone was outside, indeed there was the tourist from SkyCapt, he looked the man up and down "ye two freinds?"

On a vacation in Spooty, Dan Rathernot, Tom Brokenoff, and Walter Crankcase, all CIA men, heard about the massive events going on in Spootopolis. They fingered their Beretta 92FS pistols in their pockets as they contemplated the repercussions of these events. They decided they would go to help the NSAA men and hopefully, get CIA, NSA, and the other agencies working on this full force as soon as possible.

They hopped in the specially armored SUV they managed to, umm, for lack of a better word, "acquire" and drove off towards the city of Spootopolis.

The SUV reached the city just in time to be stopped by a massive explosion. The SUV's windsheild cracked, then shattered as thousands of tiny, hot fragments went in. The three jumped out just in time to avoid a massive flaming wreck coming down onto the vehicle. They pulled out the .45's and tarted running towards the city's center, where the NSAA forces HQ should be.

(OOC: sorry, just a slight bit blind)

McSpoot still holding his rifle walked over to the door in order to check if anyone was outside, indeed there was the tourist from SkyCapt, he looked the man up and down "ye two freinds?"
OOC: Well actually, he's a freelance mercenary, and a native of SkyCapt.

IC:
"Uh, no, not sure who you're talking about... But anyways, I'm a freelance merc, looking for work. Ran into trouble with some of them French thugs, after they burned down one of my favorite ba-... Er, pubs. So, I came here, looking for some work, and the barkeep directed me to you. Need any help?"

on seeing the situation, the NSAA police units spread out and try to show themselves in their armour clearly marked with the words "POLICE-SRU" to try to cow at least some of the mobsters. Also, the command staff of 10 men and 1 of the 6 40man teams sets up a headquarters near the Spooty Ringleader Guard HQ. they patrol in squads of 4. any squad coming under fire will retaliate and call for suport from others if necessary. three squads from team 2 move to investigate the explosion.


OOC: my guys will be spread a bit thin. how many SRGs are there spooty?

OOC: my guys will be spread a bit thin. how many SRGs are there spooty?

(OOC: 1,000 and i was hoping by now someone would have realised that the whole gang war is a plot by the Spiff administration to get more fundings through striking a deal with Schmeil Weapons)

on seeing the situation, the NSAA police units spread out and try to show themselves in their armour clearly marked with the words "POLICE-SRU" to try to cow at least some of the mobsters. Also, the command staff of 10 men and 1 of the 6 40man teams sets up a headquarters near the Spooty Ringleader Guard HQ. they patrol in squads of 4. any squad coming under fire will retaliate and call for suport from others if necessary. three squads from team 2 move to investigate the explosion.

O'Spoolihan looked out his window to the streets below, there were a group of what looked to be foreign police forces, he looked away from the window and then at the French prisoner he had strapped to a chair "ey laddy, we be beck in er w'ile" O'Spoolihan and his comrades ran out the room, they marched down the stairs and took up locations around the street, for almost a miunute they waited, watching the foreigners move towards them, then with a scream O'Spoolihan ordered his men to fire, this sparked off several events, firstly it caused the French prisoner to fall back on his chair with shock, second it caused several birds to fly off into the face of the French marksman who had his sights on O'Spoolihan, and thirdly it caused the French mobsters to open fire on the foreigners aswell.

IC:
"Uh, no, not sure who you're talking about... But anyways, I'm a freelance merc, looking for work. Ran into trouble with some of them French thugs, after they burned down one of my favorite ba-... Er, pubs. So, I came here, looking for some work, and the barkeep directed me to you. Need any help?"

(OOC: to McSpoot you're a tourist, and the man from, erm, oki i've forgotten which nation but he's still here aswell)

"anee 'elp is better t'en nun, yur 'ired" McSpoot passed over a Schmeil Rifle "ye be needing more t'en a pea shooter ter fight t'ese Frenchies!"

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The young man Jean Duschard crawled out of the crater, maybe that was not such a good idea, he lloked at where there had previously been an Irish brewery, he smiled, if it wern't for the fact that his ears where bleeding he would have shouted in celebration, instead he staggered off to the nearest Wine Bar hoping to report on the massive explosion that no doubt the whole of Spootopolis had heard.

IC from one of the police squads from team 3:
the 10 man team moved carefully down the street, weapons at the ready, staring into any cover from which they might be attacked.
Suddenly a hail of bullets swept towards them from all sides. one man went down immediatly as he took a round to his left leg, and another was knocked from his feet as several rounds hit his chest armour.
"take cover!" shouted the squad commander and the well-disciplined policemen did so, two of them dragging their injured comrade into cover while the others returned the frenchmen's fire.
Over his command radio the squad leader called "team 3 squad 5 under heavy fire, one man injured, need immediate assistance" and then to his men "concentrate your fire on the guys in windows, try to shoot through the walls beside and below the windows and get them when they think they're in cover"
The men did so, blasting back with their high-powered rifles at the men attacking them. also, three other squads nearby started moving towards the first squad's radio beacon location to help them out.

"Thank ye kindly," Said Nathan, temporarily putting on an Irish accent. He took the schmeil rifle, and shrugged. He looked back at McSpoot, and asked what his assignment, if any, was.

The French prisoner Michael began to crawl over to the stairs, his hands were bound with duct tape and his legs strapped to the chair, he managed to make onto the top of the stairs looking down, he sighed when a large explosion rocked the house causing him to roll down onto the landing, he grimaced in pain before passing out.

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O'Spoolihans men fought hard, they were pretty much outnumbered, outgunned and outrained, but still it was a matter of national pride and that overruled all the previous problems, or at least that was what O'Spoolihaqn thought until his men shot him in the back and ran off, the French on the other hand were many in number and were still entrenched fighting off the foreigner bastards who had attempted to stop them.

"Thank ye kindly," Said Nathan, temporarily putting on an Irish accent. He took the schmeil rifle, and shrugged. He looked back at McSpoot, and asked what his assignment, if any, was.

"agh, errr, t'ere were en exploshun not ter long ago, look fer werr it w'ere and kill any ter Frenchies yer see!"

(OOC: spaghetti)

Nathan thanked McSpoot, slung his newly acquired Schmeil Rifle over his shoulder, and walked out.

despite coming under very heavy fire, the NSAA unit managed to hold their own until the reinforcements arrived on the scene, at which point the frenchmen were efficiently surrounded. the NSAA men offered the opportunity to surrender and come out with hands up and no weapons in evidence to the french gang members.

OOC: WTF is with spaghetti???

should i send in my REpublican Guard? they are very good at conatinng violence.

President George Pita

OOC: you can if you want. welcome to the role-play side of things. not often there's a new guy with 900k + for his pop count.
i'll do a proper post later...

(OOC: he's not exactly new he's just TIR's puppet)

Telegram From Mr Spiff to The Glorious Empire

Assistance though not needed is welcomed, we urge you not too cause great collateral damage and to protect citizens more than to drive out the gangsters.

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The French knowing their losses considered surrender, a lot, but they were slapped sense into, retreat would be a far better option, slowly they began to slink away down Spootoplolis' many alleyways and sewers, they hoped that the enemy would not find them.

(OOC: writing bump is soooo demeaning, so i'm experimenting with adequate alternatives)

Nathan walked into a suspicious alleyway, P90 drawn. Empty. Another blank. His Schmeil Gun had been long discarded, after jamming while he had taken a pot shot on a fleeing French thug. He looked around, and walked out.

OOC: no time to post, need sleep. watch for incoming IC post...

The three men worked their way towards the command post.

They ran down city blocks and hid behind buildings. Soon, they made it to the area. Men in POLICE-SRU uniforms saw the guns, and Tom couldn't see, but it seemed that they drew theirs as well. Tom, Dan, and Walter stopped and raised their hands in the air and yelled, "We're not enemies! We just need to see the commander!"