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The Ignored Countries, Ignored Plots

Cascados
20-11-2005, 05:37
It is easy to go unnoticed in this world. Epic alliances all maneuver around each other, and some countries have super soldiers. Fleets of unimaginable size regularly conduct blockades, and covert operations are almost expected.

It is easy to be ignored in this world. A nation that is merely pleasant, that merely succeeds, that merely provides for its population does not play in the same arena as the greater nations.

This, of course, makes it the perfect location to commit an international crime.

Cascados, pleasant tropical get-away and producer of fine coffee beans. A colorful population of birds and citizens, it's a nice enough place.

The President of Cascados is a lively Democratic Socialist named Ana Jummi, and she enjoys popular support. But this is not a story about her.

To begin the story, we go to Cidado Arana, the capital of Cascados. In the capital, there is an international airport.

There, a man steps off the plane. This is where one should provide the description, and the exposition, and set up the main character and the plot.

But there is no description for this man, he isn't even the main character. He has black hair, was dressed in a used and old suit, and carried a thick suitcase. His eyes are wrinkled, but his mouth is smoothed by years of an unsmiling profession.

But that's all irrelevant. Because the man steps off the plane, takes a taxi to a cheap cafe, and sits down to order beef, with lime and a tequila. In the middle of eating his meal, as he is admiring the short skirt of the waitress and her long slender legs, another man sits down across from him. In contradiction to the first man's wide, portly build, this other man can only be described as sleek.

And across the red and white checkered table cloth, the sleek man shoots the fat man. There are shouts and gasps through the cafe, but the sleek man stands up and calmly grabs the suitcase of the dead, fat man.

He walks out of the restaurant casually, and tucks his gun into his pocket. With a smooth motion he opens his car and slides in, throwing the blood-stained suitcase into the passenger seat. A rough growl starts the blue sedan, and with a grinding of tires against dirt the man drives away.

The fat man's name was Carlos; the sleek man's name was Obero.
Cascados
20-11-2005, 06:41
Captain Everardo groaned. Then he closed his eyes and counted to three. When he opened them, he groaned again. "Ay, shit."

His partner, Luis, just shook his head and chuckled. "Cato Carlos, Cat Carlos. Looks like somebody beat you to the punch, Ev." Luis sat down on a chair and took off his hat. "Hace frio," Luis said, wiping a band of sweat off his head. "Want me to grab you a nice, warm cup of coffee later?"

"You're funny, man, really funny." Everardo took off his sunglasses and squatted down next to the dead body. "I've been chasing you for one entire year, Carlotta," he whispered staring at the ugly brown stain on the fat man's suit. "The least you could do is tell me who shot you. Huh? What's that? Who'd you piss off this time, Carlos?"

Luis snorted. "Dead men tell no tales, Ev. Surely you know that?"

"He knows better than that, maybe. This man certainly told us enough already."

Everardo looked up at the figure, silhouetted by the sun. He didn't need to put on his sunglasses; the voice was enough. "Detective Adela." Detective Maria Adela was as no-bullshit as they came, and had the uncanny ability to appear out of nowhere.

And she could make grown men cry under her questioning. Literally. One more reprimand and she would have to be sent to the Ethics Board.

Adela nodded and squatted down by Everardo, her childish grin coming into view. "We've got your boy. Bullet matches our old friend down the street."

"Ed?"

"Yeah." She passed him a photocopied lab sheet. "Definitely sold by him, and definitely recently. All you gotta do is question him, match the name with the description we got from the witnesses, and-"

"-another promotion," Luis interjected with a grin. "Shit, Ev, your day is looking up. We finally got an easy case."

Everardo groaned for the third time that day as he stood up. "That," he said, adjusting his cap, "are the six words that'll jinx us."

The sun began to set.