NationStates Jolt Archive

Gordon Lew's regime, for a while, had been redoubling its efforts to fight the Real Anime Liberation Movement. It was known they had supported the Islamist fighters that had bombed Kunming a few weeks back, and so far, many of their members had been arrested, shot, or forced to confess their crimes. The long arm of the law was sweeping the land....and now, it was about to go after a new enemy.

It so happened that National Police's Foreign Bureau (established because the CIA refused to help them) had been observing the Reunited States of America. Everything there was too neat. Someone, or somebody, had aided Jake Featherston IV, an otherwise ordinary teacher with a modest extreme thrid-party following, to become the undisputed master of his domain. He had shaken up Central Africa, and unsuccessfully supported UNITA forces in Angola during their insurgency versus El Caudillo, which was unnecessary since that regime was now defunct.

Now, in the Utah-Wyoming Border, between the RSA and the Xenizen Free Associated State of America, a lone Toyota Camry drove into a truck stop somewhere.

The man inside was a member of the RSA's State Police Bureau. He was also a man who had grown disenchanted with Featherston's regime. It's moralistic dictatorial tendencies had snapped up a friend who dared to have an MSN Messenger chat with a person from MassPwnage. He was in a "Reform School" now. Or simply, he was being worked and starved to death, subjected to daily brainwashings.

He had evidence of that. And evidence of another dangerous thing. He knew where Kimiko Ayasugi was. He had interviewed the Security Detail that guarded her compound, and plied them with just enough whiskey to get them to talk. What he had gotten was a bombshell. Open collaboration with the RALM, concealed in plain sight. Secret training camps in Wyoming, West Virginia, and the backwoods of Pennsylvania and the Carolinas. And the Lighthorses and the war heroine Linda Stuart? What the world suspected all along, an RALM tool. Unwitting, granted, but a tool.

Therein lay the rub. 762 pages of maps, sattelite photos, and testimony detailing where the camps were, which RALM brass was in country, and where Kimiko was. Now, as he waited for the UXNPFB contact, he got jittery inside, though not enough to show it. State Police was everywhere, and they knew that all suspect persons were soon targeted by them...

Then, a man came in, and sat down in the same booth.

"Hell of a place for a stroll?" said the man.

The State Policeman said, "Yup. It's a cold night."

The men nodded to each other, and wandered out, near a truck.

The man said, whispering, "Sorry. You have the data?"

The policeman said, "Here," thrusting him a copy of Carl Sandburg's Abraham Lincoln: The Prairie Years and the War Years, One Volume Ed. , a library copy, in okay shape. "Look inside."

The UX agent looked inside. He picked up a little device, a UV scanner. He scanned the book's pages, which revealed the data the State Policeman had worked so hard to smuggle out. The photograph pages, meanwhile, peeled apart, to reveal the maps, as did the dust jacket and interior of the covers.

The UX spy smiled, and said, "Good job. Old Abe'd be proud. Or at least Stanton. I'll bring this to my land. You, meanwhile, go back to yours."

The State Policeman said, "No. I wish to come with you....I think it's time I quit."

The spy raised his eyebrow, and said, "You mean defect? Okay, but it'll be tough. How do I get you past Border Security?"

The State Policeman said, "You let me do the talking. I am technically on leave, so I can say I'm going on vacay."

The spy said, "Okay..."

A trip in the UX spy's car to the Utah-Wyoming Border, and a five-hour search, resulted in them going through. Then, they went straight on to Salt Lake City, where the vital info would be taken....

Salt Lake City, FBI HQ-

The Headquarters of the resurrected Federal Bureau of Investigation was abuzz with activity. Analysts, both Xenizen and American, were studying the maps and the finds, to ascertain the next course of action.

The significance of this data was massive. Not only did it provide a window into the Reunited States, but it also gave concrete evidence of their complicity with the RALM. The camps, the weapons, all there.

Gordon Lew himself was flown into SLC to read the info himself. He perused the data with great anticipation, and began, at once, to think of many different plans.

The ultimate goal though, was simple. Get Kimiko.

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Hong Kong, the next day-

Lew met with Kirov, Nomura, and Huang to discuss options.

"It is clear that Kimiko Ayasugi is holed up somewhere in West Virginia. She is under an undetermined amount of guard, and she possesses an elite hacker unit that is capable of ruining security systems and getting into military equipment. She is fierce, and reportedly insane. The complex is fortified, and it will not be easy to get to. What do we propose?"

Huang said, "Are you considering sending a team of commandoes into the heart of West Virginia, having them trek nearly undetected over miles of remote mountain trails, to possibly kidnap or even kill one of the most dangerous women in the world?"

Lew said, "Yes."

Nomura said, "I'd not do it. How the hell would we get to West Virginia, anyway? And, we'd be carrying a great risk, parachuting a company of SpecOps into hostile country. We have only this data, some text from a book. Not any maps. We need maps. We need to practice. And, we need to find the best. And what of the RSA border security? They're a closed society, and as befitting a police state, paranoid. The presence of unwanted foriegners, armed men especially would make them nervous."

Lew then said, "What would you do, then?"

Nomura said, "Use this evidence to point out that we know about Kimiko's presence in the area. Ask them, politely, to give her up. If they don't, then we backhand them. Or declare war."

Lew then said, "A war is not acceptable. The last thing the Xenizens want is a war, we just got off of a brutal self-mutiliation."

Kirov said, "My thoughts exactly. You do this, people will want you voted out. Not to mention, dead."

Lew then said, leaning back, and smiling, "Well then. Any solutions?"

Kirov then leaned on the table and said, "We send my men in. We infiltrate the complex, and then kill Kimiko. Kidnapping her would be costly, not to mention impossible. We would infiltrate, posing as guards. Then, we would strike, using poison, sniper rifles, or a bomb."

Lew then said, "I'd like that. How do you get in?"

Kirov said, "Well, we get in by legal means. Or, we a smuggled in, though with Tokko and State Police, it would be a challenge unto itself."

Lew just sat there, and thought for a moment. He then said, "We go in. We use spies to get further into the complex, and get her trust, then we go and deal with her. We take Kirov's route."

Nomura then said, "What if Kirov's men get killed, or spotted?"

Lew then said, "Then we send in the SpecOps. Either way, we must get Kimiko Ayasugi. Otherwise, we are in serious trouble."

Lew, meanwhile, then said, "Kirov, now, how will you do this? Are any of your men experienced in infiltration and whatnot?"

Kirov said, "A few. We know a little. But, I think this operation-oh God, I almost can't bear to say it. But I think we might have to say that the CIA knows a lot we can use."

Lew then said, "You mean the CIA? Those boys are corrupt as all hell. I am investigating them, and ready to send some of them to a work camp."

Kirov then said, "Amoral spies with eager-to-deploy trigger fingers and skills? I'd go for it. As much as I hate them, I think circumstances dictate I hire some, for their expertise. Besides, less CIA to worry about."

Lew then said, "Fine. Find some CIA men. Look in prison if you have to. But I want men from NP, and from the Military to be represented too. Get seven men, if possible."

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Several hours later, somewhere in Manchuria-

John Rossbach and Shinji Fujimoto were working the chain gang. The sound of hammers, work songs, and the cries of "Work faster!" and "Pay attention" from the trusties and the regular guards marked the moonlike landscape. Here, at Da Hingan Ling State Work Center, the quarries here that chipped stone and cleared land worked day and night. The only comforts were a parka, work gloves, a hot meal and a bottle of water. That's it.

The time passed, it was sometime around noon. Noon. The time where the mail/food truck would come in, and feed the prisoners. The only respite from the harsh work.

The "stop work" bell was rung, and the prisoners assembled in a long line, waiting for their food. As this occurred, Rossbach and Fujimoto, who were next to each other, filed up. They got their rations, and sat down on the earth.

The two had become best friends, both were ex-National Communist Soldiers who decided to work for the CIA after a night of wild partying, involving any number of things. They were then betrayed during an operation, and sent to prison, for getting cold feet about assasinating the wife and child of a nosy g-man.

As this occurred, a man walked up to them. He said, "Fujimoto and Rossbach?"

Fujimoto said, "Who wants to know?"

The man said, "I have an offer for you. Come with me."

The guards were told to remove their shackles, and they were led back to the camp. There, they were given an offer. They would be freed from prison. In exchange, they would be hired for a special mission, Dirty Dozen style. A mission to kidnap, or murder Kimiko Ayasugi. He thrust their dossiers in their face-he listed the fact the men knew about demolitions, sniping, and had plenty of experience as spies in the Civil War and after as unsavory CIA Hitmen for hire.

Fujimoto then said, "What's in it for me?"

The man then said, "If you and Mr. Rossbach survive, then you will be pardoned of your crimes. You will also be awarded any number of medals, and be assured a very good pension for life. Plus, we will grant one additional request."

Fujimoto then said, "I'd like to see where my cousin Rosa's been buried, and plant some flowers."

Rossbach then said, "I'd like a lifetime subscription to Girls Delta, and the right to see the Centerfolds whenever I want."

The man said, "Once a year."

"Twice."

"Twice, but forego the lifetime subscription."

"Deal."

The NP man shook hands and said, "You are now part of Operation Foxhunt."

Only five more men to find....

The team was moving along, and soon, more men were found.

One was a woman. Found in Fujian, she had been arrested for smuggling marijuana across provincial lines, and was about to be shot. "Mary Jane" Jung, a Fujian Creole, was the Bandit of Fujian, having driven and dodged police for months since the Civil War. Now, she was in police custody. The G-men came, of course, and then saved her. Her skill could be used for the mission ahead.

The other was a sniper and tracker, an ex-SOG sniper, living in Mexico. He was making a living, running writing for gun magazines and shooting criminals for the Tijuana Police when hostage siutations emerged. He was approached, and after a hearty session of drink and dance, was persuaded to join.

Two more were brothers. Identical twins, both with masters of spying and disguise, and masters of Hong Kong-style gunplay. National Police had used them during the investigations of the CIA brass. Now, they were free to do this job.

And finally, the one they called Gizmo. A shifty Korean, he was a man who was arrested for hacking into a computer, and stealing over 10,000,000 Xenthalers from the National Bank of Upper Xen. He was serving out a life sentence in Tibet, breaking rocks and getting beaten by fellow prisoners. However, the sentence was mysteriously suspended after some heavy persuasion from National Police. Thus, the last needed man was here.

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Assembled in California, where they would learn how to scale mountains and practice the wild plan on a mockup of the complex. Now, if they could only get along...

...Good thing they were greeted by an ex-US Marine Drill Instructor. In no time, they would be turned into a proper squad soon.

This Drill Instructor, Sgt. Manelli, looked the gang over. He laughed, and said, "Lookie here. I ask for men, they give me maggots. No, that's too generous. Try s**tworms."

He then sauntered up to Rossbach, and then said to him, "What's your faulty reasoning, dirtbag!? Why have you decided to join this mission?!"

Rossbach then said, "Sir! I joined to get my freedom from prison, sir!"

Manelli smirked, and said, "Freedom!? Boy, do you know what you're getting into!?"

Rossbach then said, "Sir, yes sir!"

Manelli then said, "Good! Glad to see somebody knows this isn't gonna be like Christmas dinner with stuffing and turkey!"

Manelli then looked everybody over, and said, "I am not sure about the rest of you. You all seem to be, as I have said, s**tworms. And until you can prove otherwise, s**tworms, you will work like you have never worked before!"

Gizmo said, "Sir!?"

Manelli ran up to him, and said, "Goddamn! DO not talk out of turn! You can do that to your momma, but not to me! Here, I. Am. God. And if you didn't believe before, you will believe now! GOT IT!?"

Gizmo said, "No. I don't need to listen to-"

He was silenced by a cockpunch.

"Now, what did you mean to say!?"

Gizmo replied, "Ow....sir, yes sir!"

Manelli then said, "That's more like it! Why are you here!?"

Gizmo said, "Sir! Like the others, I am a prisoner, sir!"

Manelli then said, "So I was given lifers and prison whores!?" He then said with sarcasm: "I thought I was given upstanding good citizens who never got any!"

The sniper, Leung, said, "Sir! I am an upstanding citizen who has never been laid, sir!"

Manelli said, "Well! Mr. Leung. Your record speaks for itself! A good shot, but a poor lover! Hell, I like you. A regular G.I. Joe! With Kung Fu-Motherf**kin' Grip!"

He then leaned up close, sniffed, and said, "Well, G.I. Joe, around here, you're still a s**tworm. Maybe a little more evolved. But still a s**tworm. You know my policy."

Leung was incensed, this Drill Sgt. was telling this veteran commando he was a s**tworm. Still, he shut up.

Manelli then said, "Okay, people! Start running! You do 50 laps a day, full gear! We're going to turn you from s*8tworms into real soldiers! And, we'll tell you how to kick the terrorists in the nuts! Now GO!"

ooc: Damn this is looking good. Will post in the Korean/Vietnamese thing ASAP (which may be a while... ARGH!)