NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC: Alright, as the title states, this is an assassination attempt on my Premier and the effects it has on ANL politics afterwards. This is open to all, but I expect some good RPing here...

IC:

From the window of their room, Angelica Nochtli looked out the window, watching the sunrise. The once black sky began turning a hue of purple, as the sun began its daily rise from the depths eastern horizon. Although the dawn had begun, the stars still shone brightly in the early morning sky. As the light slowly crept in, the trail of dried tears could be seen on her young face. She turned around, looking at her equally as young husband, Quetzalcoatl Nochtli, sleeping still from the arduous day before. She was crying not because of his frequent 18 hour work days, or the days where he spent all night working on legislative proposals and international agreements or possible military conflicts; that was part of the deal she agreed to when she married the Premier of the Aztec National League. They had been through much worse during the Aztec rebellion of 1994, when they were only in their teens. However, she lived in fear then, fear of loosing him to a bullet or a knife. She felt that same fear now.

She turned around, thinking of what she had dreamed of only half an hour before. There he was, limping down a dark ally, blood running down from his thigh, staining his jeans. The smell of fire filled the air, obviously, something was ablaze. Suddenly, three men started to chase him down the ally, yelling “Kill the bastard!” A shot rings out, and the Premier falls down to the ground, cutting his cheek on some glass…”

“Angelica,” a familiar and warm voice said, grabbing her back to reality, “What’s wrong, why are you crying?” It was Quetzalcoatl.

Quickly, she turned around and saw him standing behind her in the dark room. She put her hands around him, putting her sorrowful head against him. In that moment of silence, she heard his heart beating – it was good to be back in the ordinary world.

“I had another dream, about people killing you.”

The Premier looked up at the window as she held on to him tightly. “Be happy it was just a dream.”

She then pulled back from him and said, “But you know this isn’t the first dream like this. More like the 5th. I don’t want to think of you getting hurt like that, but I’m afraid you will.”

Quetzalcoatl said, “Dreams mean little, if anything. I’m sure nothing will happen.”

After another second of silence, he said jokingly, “Let’s hope those aren’t my famous last words.”

=~=~=~= S I X ~ H O U R S ~ L A T E R =~=~=~=

A large cacophonous crowd of media journalists and pundits took their seat at what appeared to be a barren construction field. However, this was no ordinary construction field; this was the future site of one of the many new nuclear power plants in the ANL. The increasingly growing populace was beginning to take its toll on the power grid in Aztlán. Of course, there were the usual protestors against nuclear power, but, everyone knew they wouldn’t harm anything. They were all pacifists anyways.


An attractive, young news reporter appeared on the television screen across Aztlán and several parts of the world. “This is Maria Santos-Ixtapia for La Compañía Media Azteca. Today, Premier Quetzalcoatl Nochtli will be breaking the ground for the construction of the new nuclear power station serving the state Oaxaca...”

Away from the journalists and the crowds, the Premier walked alone, trying to stretch his legs from the long car ride. Of course, he was under heavy surveillance from the ISPA and AIA agencies; after all, he was a high profile target in the ANL. As he walked down the quiet village street, he began going over the speech in his mind. It wasn’t much, just a few lines, get the shovel and help out at the construction site a bit so the critics couldn’t call it a photo-op.

The Premier looks up from the sidewalk and sees a man aiming a TK-45 right at him. Before he could do anything, gun shots are fired from both in front of him and behind him. The large caliber bullets jolted Quetzalcoatl as they struck him.

As an instinct of survival the Premier ran into a nearby building trying to evade his pursuers. Suddenly, he felt sharp pains all over his body. Even though he was wearing thick military grade armor, the large bullets were capable of causing much pain.

Quickly, in pain, he leaned against a wall and sat down on the ground. He looked down at where the pain was mostly coming from – his stomach and his leg. He knew that he had been shot in his leg, where there was no armor. Fortunately, the bullets had not penetrated his flack jacket. Suddenly, the cold steel blade of a knife was put against his neck. Tired, Quetzalcoatl asked, “Who the hell are you?” No reply. Suddenly, he felt a sharp and slow drag against his neck.

As they worked on slitting Quetzalcoatl’s throat, the AIA finally arrived and pulled the attackers away from the Premier. Over the radio, one of them yelled out “Get an ambulance here immediately!”

=~=~=~=~=
The young reporter re-appeared on television screens, obviously distressed. Viewers who were unaware of the attack could tell something wasn’t right.

“This is breaking news, we have just received report that the Premier of the Aztec National League, Quetzalcoatl Nochtli has just critically injured in an assassination attempt. I repeat, the Premier is in critical condition and could possibly die…”

When news reaches the KLM that Premier of the Aztec National League had been attack. The Sultan orders the AMI to send an offer to ANL government about aid in finding those who have done this. Even thought the KLM was facing war against the Soviets Unions. The Sultan felt that it was his duty to send help to his comrades of ANL.

To: Aztec National League Government
From: Al Muslimeen Intelligence
We have heard what has happen to your leader, we have orders from the Sultan to help your nation hunt those who have back and plan this crime. All we need is your permission to work with your Intelligence Agencies and send a team over to help your people find these traitors to your nation.

Sign
Head of Al Muslimeen Intelligence- Seyyed Zia'eddin Tabatabaee (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v504/Ottoman01/200422_134215_2_006.jpg)

Although still conscious, Quetzalcoatl Nochtli was still feeling like hell and was a bit lightheaded. It was almost surreal, so many people rushing around him, and there he was, almost completely still. Far off in the distance, sirens from police vehicles disrupted the frenzy around the Premier. A local doctor looked at him, and noticed and was alarmed by the amount of blood.

“Damn, we need to get him to a hospital now.”

The doctor leaned over and looked at the knife wound on Quetzalcoatl’s neck. “They failed to cut the jugular, barely. If you hadn’t...” The doctor stood back and said, “We’re very lucky they hadn’t cut it.”

The police sirens came closer to the building until it seemed like it was right next to him. Now barely conscious, Quetzacoatl struggled to keep his eyes open and make sense of what was going on. Something about the ambulance being ran off the road, drivers injured, taking a police car.

Without delay, two AIA agents picked up the barely conscious leader of the Aztec National League and walked him to the police car. Quetzalcoatl looked down, not feeling like he had the energy to hold his head up. As he looked down, the amount of blood he had lost from the bullet wound in his leg and from the botched attempt to slash his throat. No wonder he felt like hell.

Quickly, the AIA agents loaded the Premier into the police car. The only thing that Quetzalcoatl could make sense of was the sound of the car’s engine. The warm hum of the rotary engine penetrated the Premier’s mind, keeping him awake, preventing him from slipping into unconsciousness.

=~=~=~=~=

In Tenochitilán…

Coyotepec Xoxoictic walked into the Grand Union Hall with a nervous expression on his face. Obviously, he was seriously distressed. In only a couple of hours, what had started as a seemingly normal day had taken a grave turn. As the Vice-Premier of the ANL, he had now become the acting Premier...

Once Coyotepec Xoxoictic reached to the desk of the Premier – for what would be a temporary time, him, Dr. Darius Wellington, the Minister of Foreign Affairs greeted him. The minister had a thin piece of purple-and-white lined paper – a telegram. The interim Premier read it and said, “Any help would be useful…I’ll write the response myself.”

To: Al Muslimeen Intelligence
From: The office of the Premier of the Aztec National League

Any help in the investigation would be greatly appreciated. The AMI has my authorization to send over investigative teams for this issue. The Aztlan Intelligence Agency and Internal Security and Protection Agency will be glad to working with you. In addition, we would like to inform you that we have so far arrested 10 people directly connected with this crime.

Again, thank you…

Coyotepec Xoxoictic,
Acting Premier of the Aztec National League

The police car rushed into the hospital parking lot. It has become clear – this was a planned multi-pronged attack, the ambulance had been run off the road and the drivers had been injured. The Premier’s AIA and ISPA guards that had been watching him went missing right before the attack. It was as if it were an inside job. Quickly, they rushed the Premier out of the car and into the emergency room. The people who were in the emergency room, terrified by what had been on the television all morning, were stunned into complete remorseful silence when the dazed and confused Quetzalcoatl Nochtli was rushed in.

The AIA agents placed him into the operating room, unsure of his injuries…Although he had made it to the hospital; they all hoped that it wasn’t too late. As the removed his blood stained shirt and pulled off his flack jacket, the doctors were surprised by what they found – two bullet wounds in his abdomen and his back – apparently, the flack jacket hadn’t been enough protection. Of course, it had stopped most of the 18 bullets that had hit him, indicated by bruises on Quetzalcoatl. The doctors found a third bullet wound in the back of his leg…

Although it was clear the Premier had lost most of his blood – his reddish-brown skin had faded to a deathly looking muted grayish brown, the true nature of his blood loss would be known…

The chief doctor yelled out, “Where the hell is the blood transfusion machine?”

=~=~=~=~=

Maria Santos-Ixtapia stood in front of the news camera, still shaken, but trying to keep a professional tone. Once the camera signaled her to start speaking, she started…

“Quetzalcoatl Nochlit has made it to the hospital, but he is in critical condition. A spokeswoman of the hospital reported that he has sustained severe injuries – they have found three bullet wounds, a deep gash on his throat, and approximately 82% blood loss. Although he is receiving medical attention, such high amounts of blood loss can be fatal, and possibly cause brain damage.

Inside reports allegedly point to a possible inside job. Currently, the Vice-Premier, now the acting Premier, along with other government officials, representatives and administrators are being protected from a possible coup

With the ANL government permission to send over the AMI quickly began assign an number of agents to this mission. Do to the rising tensions the Soviets Unions, almost all the AMI directorates and their directorates chiefs were busy with missions and assignments dealings with the Soviets Unions. Yet there one directorates chiefs was not assign to anything at the moment, it was the Fifth Chief Directorate chief who was known as The AMI Fifth Chief Directorate-Dr. James Maxwell (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v504/Ottoman01/Malcom.gif), he was given assignment to lead a team of AMI agents to ANL and help the local ANL Intel agency hunt down people who were behind the attack on the Premier. Dr. James Maxwell, began assigns the following agents to his team, they were the following Agent Yongzheng Yu (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v504/Ottoman01/jetli2.jpg), Agent Daniel O'Connell (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v504/Ottoman01/254404.jpg), Agent Aleksander Nikitin Stukov (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v504/Ottoman01/sga_cast_flanigan.jpg), Agent Ali Mohamed Shein (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v504/Ottoman01/37ba7cb3.jpg), General Agent Methos ( http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v504/Ottoman01/deade48b.jpg), Agent Frank Martin (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v504/Ottoman01/5053f8ff.jpg), Agent Idriss al Hassad (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v504/Ottoman01/6c60350e.jpg), and Agent René (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v504/Ottoman01/t03c-4-52.jpg).

All the Dr. Maxwell team board an AMI 747 transport , and took off to ANL, within 10 hours the plane had landed in Tenochtitlan international airport. There the AMI agents got out of the plane, they were wearing their trademark jet black suits with sunglasses..

“Now, we’ll wait here and instill the AIA comes and picks us up…so smoke a bloody cigar or just chill..” remarked Dr.Maxwell..

Tag

*Yes, tag*

A black, sleek car turned at the airport gate and stopped, waiting for the guard protecting the entrance route. He driver unrolled the window and said, “Please hand over your identification.”

The driver handed over a small, black leather wallet like item. The ISPA agent walked into his booth and opened it, pulling out a small plastic card. On it, it had the driver’s photo, information and other useful information. On it was the emblem of the Aztlan Intelligence Agency, one of three intelligence agencies in the ANL. After sliding the card through a reader and verifying on the computer that the driver was given access to the airport, the guard took the card, put it back in the leather case and pushed a button on a control panel. Slowly, the metal gate opened, as the guard gave the leather case back to the driver.

“Please enter at will.”

Once the gate was opened, the car pulled into the airport grounds and drove towards the AMI officers. They were relatively easy to find, being dressed in black. The car pulled up and as the driver opened the door, the whine of the rotary engine ceased as he turned the key to off.

The driver got out and said, “Greetings, everyone, welcome to the Aztec National League, I am your escort for this part of the mission, Victor Tonhuac.”

OOC note to mods: I don't mind the TAGs, I'm a traditional, old fashioned RPer...

Dear Quetzalcoatl Nochlit;

Ah, my friend! Congratulations! Your first assasination attempt. You know it's the mark of a good leader when somebody trys to kill them, and you must be a great leader if somebody shot you three times and then slit your throat. Anyway, you must be unconcious as I write this but I have supreme confidence that you will live, if you don't that would be horrible.

Now then, I offer Imperial Services (or Rosians since the other Republics are too lazy picking their noses) to help destroy this threat. As you know our Rosktai are trained to the point of exhaustion, then they sleep and they start again. It's a grand system isn't it?

Anyway lots of love from one friend to another, and don't die. It'd be horribly rude.

Yours,

Sergei Ilyanov
Grand Chancellor of the Imperial Union

P.S. If you do happen to die, would the recepient of this letter give me an invitation to the funeral and accept my offer for aid, however little it may be.

[teh T@Gz0r!

IC post coming soon! *flies off to change into costume*]

To the people of ANL:

Assassination attempts have become all too common these past few years. Even I was the target of one nearly one year ago, but the general desire for anarchy is what frightens the most. This scenario seems no different than the others, and looking at the past few hours, I am impressed, deeply so, by your resolve to stay strong while your nation recovers.

I want every Aztec citizen to know the Pacitalian people are completely behind you as you recover from this tragedy. I was heartened to hear Mr Nochtli has a chance of surviving, and as such, we will pray for you, and pray for him. Be strong, keep together. Remember that the path you choose from this point will make all the difference in the end.

We are with you.


Sincera in domina bene,
Dr. Timotaio (Timothy) Ell, MPP, RPID
Prime Minister of Pacitalia

“Please enter at will.”

Once the gate was opened, the car pulled into the airport grounds and drove towards the AMI officers. They were relatively easy to find, being dressed in black. The car pulled up and as the driver opened the door, the whine of the rotary engine ceased as he turned the key to off.

The driver got out and said, “Greetings, everyone, welcome to the Aztec National League, I am your escort for this part of the mission, Victor Tonhuac.”


"Greeting and etc, now Victor, my agents aren’t here for vacation...they are here to help your nation so my dear agent of the ANL, just take us a here by hotel or something so we can set shop so to speak and also take me to your leader...WHOO I always wanted to say that...” Reply Dr.Maxwell

At the airport…

Victor Tonhuac was taken aback, surprised by the abruptness of James Maxwell’s comments. Maxwell was always known for being a bit of an oddity and highly enigmatic. Of course, Victor Tonhuac was seeing if James Maxwell would recognize him – he wasn’t just some lowly operative.

“Indeed, Mr. Maxwell. And, I’ll see if I can take you to my leader, so to say.”

After the AMI’s luggage was loaded into the back of the car, Victor got in and started the engine. All the doors were open, thus permitting all the AMI agents to enter.

=~=~=~=~=

The Acting-Premier Coyotepec Xoxoictic sat back, reading the responses from the various nations. It would only be a few moments until he held a press conference regarding the issue. Suddenly, he thought it would be a good idea to include Quetzalcoatl’s condition regarding the issue. Quickly, Coyotepec picked up the phone and dialed the hospital number. He waited patiently as the phone rung, thinking about what he said only a day before “I want to take a more active part of the government…” Now, unfortunately, he had no choice.

A young woman’s voice came over the phone in plain English – “National Hospital of Aztlan…”

“Yes, I am enquiring about the health of Premier Quetzalcoatl Nochtli, Sigma-Delta-Gamma-Psi.”

The receptionist recognized the code. “Understood, I’ll connect you to the floor manager he is on now.”

Again, a few seconds pass.

“Floor Manager’s Officer, Jimenez here.”

“This is Acting-Premier Coyotepec Xoxoictic, how’s the Premier doing?”

“His condition is better. He’s stabilized, and he’ll be upgraded to fair condition soon. The blood transfusion is complete. We were able to remove one of the bullets, but the other two are in pretty deep. The one in his leg might be irretrievable.”

“Understood, thank you very much.”

Coyotepec put the phone down and felt relieved. He remembered when he first met Quetzalcoatl. Quetzalcoatl was only 17 and emotionally scarred by the revolution during the mid-nineties. With the disappearance of his family, he had no where to live and was essentially homeless. Until the young Quetzalcoatl was old enough to join the military, Coyotepec, then a 32 year old labor rights lawyer let Quetzalcoatl live with him.

Coyotepec got up and walked out of the Premier’s office. Quietly, without a sound, the Acting-Premier walked down an ill-lit corridor. Although the sun was still out, the lights in the corridor was off. Although eerie, he felt safe walking down the old marble halls. He made his way down the stair case and to the great doors of the Grand Union Hall. The large doors opened, revealing a mass of reporters, flash bulbs and noise. A cool breeze blew into the main entrance of the Grand Union Hall. Quietly, Coyotepec walked outside and stood in front of the stairway into the massive edifice and before the world.

“Comrades, friends and people of the world…It is an unfortunate circumstance that I must take over the job of Quetzalcoatl Nochtli. It is most unfortunate that he was attacked so viciously during a most momentous time in our nation’s history. However, I assure you that I will faithfully maintain our nation’s course and not betray the people, the administration and my personal friend, the Premier.

First, I must address several issues. The most important is obvious, and I am sure that it is on the minds of every citizen of Aztlan. I have been informed that Quetzalcoatl Nochtli is in recovery and will survive this ordeal.”

Cheering and sighs of relief could be heard from the crowd of people in the background.

“Although we can not tell how long it will be before the Premier takes his rightful place leading our nation and people, I can reassure you, he’ll be back.”

After a brief pause, the Acting Premier began again, “Secondly, this event does not remove any of the challenge were facing. Many of you are concerned about the situation in the lands south of our borders. We must protect our borders and our cousins in those lands, and our policy towards the matter will not change.

However, now we must fight an enemy within our own borders. We have already arrested twenty people connected to this crime that has befallen upon our Premier and people. We must be committed to work against these forces and bring them justice. With the help of the international community, we are working to protect the people of Aztlan. Our own agencies and that of our friends are at the vanguard of protecting our way of life and our people – jeopardizing such things can not and will not be tolerated…”

OOC: I'll get to international reponses tomorrow, very exhausted at the moment...

At the airport…

Victor Tonhuac was taken aback, surprised by the abruptness of James Maxwell’s comments. Maxwell was always known for being a bit of an oddity and highly enigmatic. Of course, Victor Tonhuac was seeing if James Maxwell would recognize him – he wasn’t just some lowly operative.

“Indeed, Mr. Maxwell. And, I’ll see if I can take you to my leader, so to say.”

After the AMI’s luggage was loaded into the back of the car, Victor got in and started the engine. All the doors were open, thus permitting all the AMI agents to enter.


While in the car ...

“So are we going to our hotel first or to crime scene or to holding area where you have the criminals in holding cells and we are going to torture these criminals for information and etc…oh yeah that reminds me…Agent Yu how good are you in Chinese torture techniques?” asked Dr.Maxwell

“Dr.Maxwell, its so like you to do this kind of stereotyping and to answer your question, yes I do know Chinese torture techniques!” reply Agent Yu

“Good to hear, now do we have any crossed eye agents with us?” ask Dr.Maxwell

“Nope, we don’t have any agents that are crossed eye…Dr.Maxwell.” Reply General Methos

Dr.Maxwell look at him in mock horror…and said

“WHAT! No cross eye agents…what are we thinking…we need them…because they are useful for scaring people while you torture them…think of that look the poor sucker I who getting tortured seeming some crazy mofo with cross eyes looking at you…its insane and very important…note to self, recruit some cross eyed agents one of these days.”remark Dr.Maxwell

At that moment... all the agents roll their eyes at insane remarks of Dr.Maxwell

Victor Tonhuac said, “Well, we’re going to the hotel first so you can drop off your belongings. Afterwards, you’ll be briefed at the AIA’s headquarters regarding the situation. After that, you can interrogate the arrested people.”

After a few seconds of silence, he continued on, “Officially, torture is banned in the Aztec National League because of constitutional issues and UN regulation. In addition, we find that physical torture can be misleading. However, unofficially, we are resorting to psychological techniques.”

Victor Tonhuac said, “Well, we’re going to the hotel first so you can drop off your belongings. Afterwards, you’ll be briefed at the AIA’s headquarters regarding the situation. After that, you can interrogate the arrested people.”

After a few seconds of silence, he continued on, “Officially, torture is banned in the Aztec National League because of constitutional issues and UN regulation. In addition, we find that physical torture can be misleading. However, unofficially, we are resorting to psychological techniques.”

"Ah mind torture...we can do that too..lets hope they are smart enough to said there is three lights when there is really two lights...but they never do...them and their strong will....I guess you know about AMI mind torture techniques...maybe we could treat you a thing or two..and bah the United Nations is bunch of pansies and can't do jack but by passing randoms laws to protect a bloody rabbit in some random nation." said Dr.Maxwell

"Oh dear, I mean.
Holy Shite this is like the biggest communist nation around. If someone has attacked this, then...

Oh motherland. What if it happens here. We can not let this be found out."


"Of course not sir."

*An uneasy silence hit across the room, the grandfather clock could be heard ticking in the corner. One of the Political Interior Ministers looked to his feet and re-adjusted his belt.*

"Well, What do you suggest!!

"A full blockade of the media."

"No! - they would suspect, what if somebody leaked it, again."

*The Minister rolled his eyes to a couple of the men.
One of the subordinate officers struck up.*

"We give them hope and fear, of the evil fascist forces that coordinated this babaric attack."

"I like it, YOU! *The Minister pointed to the other officer* get started on Comrade Kommissars , better, idea. And you can strip yourself of that pathetic rank while your at it. I've had enough of your pigballs"

A Press Release Will Emerge Shortly - Thank You for Collaberating With The Revolution

Victor laughed. Indeed, he had felt that way about the UN many times. The ban on torture, both instituted by domestic and international law had been a major pain to the Minister of Intelligence. Quietly, Victor said, “Again, it depends on technicalities. There are two types of cases, reported and unreported. While unreported cases are completely non-existent now, early in the nation’s history, before the 2003 election, the old government used water boarding and other techniques. The “fun days” were before the revolution, were people could be publicly tortured and executed. However, I was on the other end of the stick during that time. Quite the thrill to wake up to the thought that you could be put through the most agonizing pain possible for whatever reason possible.” Although many would think this was a sarcastic comment, only the twisted mind could detect that Victor was being truthful.

“For this case, although unlikely, we might declare this case to be unreported and top secret. We were hoping your mind techniques would be useful to us.”

=~=~=~=~=

To: La Repubblica Capitalista Democraticali di Pacitalia
From: The United Socialist Republic of the Aztec National League

I personally thank you for your condolences over this trying issue. Indeed, assassination attempts are becoming all too common in this hectic world, and it’s unfortunate that this trend must rear its ugly, bloody head in our lands.

Again, we thank you for your comments. While our two nations have ideological differences, I am glad to see that compassion and thought can transcend politics and opinion.

In solidarity,
Coyotepec Xoxoictic,
Acting Premier of the Aztec National League

“For this case, although unlikely, we might declare this case to be unreported and top secret. We were hoping your mind techniques would be useful to us.”



"Good to know, it should noted that in KLM...its illegal to do physical tortured.. only mind tortured is allow since it doesn't leave any scars on the body...will there are scars mentally...anyways. Are we there yet?" ask Dr.Maxwell

from: the Cascadian State Dept.
To: The Aztec National Union
Subject: Assassination Attempt

The Republic of Cascadia denounces the attempt on the Premier's life. As we are a nation consisting of the former American states of Washington, Oregon, Northern California, and the former Canadian province of British Columbiaw, e have a large population of Latinos. a few leaders of the group have expressed concerned about your government's police and military. We ask that you allow human rights monitors into your country since we are concerned about heavy-handed police.

The car turned off of the main freeway in the city and turned onto a small, one way street. Quickly, it darted into an underground parking structure and parked perfectly. There were no other cars in the parking lot, and ISPA agents stationed in case of an attack. While the AMI was certainly more than capable of defending itself, the Aztec National League didn’t want to take any chances.

Victor said quietly, “Please follow me to the elevator. You’ll be lead to your rooms and then taken to the conference room to be briefed.”

=~=~=~=~=

From: The United Socialist Republic of the Aztec National League
To: The Cascadian State Department
Subject: Re: Assassination Attempt

We thank you for your kind words. Human right monitors are acceptable, granted that they do not interfere with basic criminal procedures. While we can assure you that suspects will not be harmed, you may see for yourself that we do not resort to heavy handed police actions.

-Dr. Darius Wellington, Minister of Foreign Affairs
The United Socialist Republic of the Aztec National League

The AMI agents got in the elevator and were taken to their room, in their rooms they unpacked their luggage’s along some special AMI items.. General Agent Methos, Agent Aleksander Nikitin Stukov and Agent Frank Martin walk into Dr. Maxwell room to see up their leader was up to , when they walked in the room…they saw him talking to his sock puppet..and he look up at his agents

“Ah, gentlemen..good to have you here..” said Dr.Maxwell

“Maxwell…what in the hell is that..on your hand..” Said Agent Stukov

“Yes, what is that…thing…” remark General Agent Methos

“Sweet of Mother of …. what the is that…a sock puppet!” Said Agent Frank

“Yes, gentlemen…meet my right hand man…. Anger Mofo the sock puppet..” ( If one was to look at the white sock puppet, it had black marker draw on it which was a happy face, but anger…)” He is going to be a great help to our friends over here in ANL..” said Dr.Maxwell and he pull out his homemade bamboo cigar and start smoking it..

Then the other agents (Agent Yu, Agent Rene, Agent Ali, Agent Daniel and Agent Idriss) came in and saw the anger looking sock puppet..

“JUST DON’T ASK….its Maxwell…that’s enough to answer your questions.” Remark General Agent Methos

Victor Tonhuac, seeing the door open, walked in to a most disturbing sight. Upon seeing James Maxwell, he stood back and thought, ‘Is that a…SOCK?!?” Shocked, he was at a complete loss of words. It was an unusual sight; a rather famous man, the leader of one of the world’s most feared and respected intelligence agencies no less, was playing with a sock puppet.

“Uh…um, ok…if you’re ready, we can head to the conference room and join us for the briefing, you can come…”

This was clearly going to be an interesting case.

=~=~=~=~=

Angelica sat on the chair next to the unconscious Premier as usual. Throughout this entire ordeal, she had been by his side. Although he wasn’t placed on a respirator, it was still an odd sight. Quetzalcoatl had spent his life fighting and never seemed weak. He had always been in exceptional physical condition and carried himself like he was always ready to fight. But now, unconscious and on his back in the hospital bed, he appeared so fragile.

The crowd of reporters came, hoping to get the story of their careers, like a weary traveler chases an oasis. However, when they were denied their story, they left, unsatisfied as if their oasis was a mirage.

It was the first time in a long time that the very public couple had sought refuge from the media hounds and the interviews. Her shutoff from the media was almost like her husband’s unconsciousness, both of them were almost equally unaware of the happenings of the world.

Bored, but not wanting to leave Quetzalcoatl, Angelica decided the media blackout had to end. Even though her world was nearly shattered, the earth continued to turn. She picked up the remote control and turned on the TV, turning it to the appropriate channel. Even though the private media in the ANL was renowned for being critical of the socialist administration, it didn’t seem hypocritical to cash in on this near tragedy. The headlines and the computer generated graphics bordered on jingoism that seemed only to rival the propaganda media services in capitalist “democracies”.

Of course, the news that was presented was its usual format – government expenditures, trade deficits, international stories and something about a new moon on Monday…Then, a cut to commercial.

However, the commercial breaks in a socialist country were mostly public serve announcements. Without the multi-billion dollar bankroll of large corporations, the media had to resort to something. One of the PSA’s had the Premier’s voice over…

“Even though the economy is as strong as ever and shows no sign of loosing steam, we must continue to make unemployment history…”

The PSA went on, longer than usual. Angelica focused on the PSA, trying to block out the troubled thoughts in her mind. She looked over at her young son, Xihuitl, now one year old, thinking about his future, about what it would hold. However, her thoughts were soon disrupted by a groggy, drained sounding voice…

“Damn, I talk way too much. I told them not to air this PSA…”

Quickly, she turned around and looked at Quetzalcoatl. He was still lying in bed, almost motionless. But his eyes were barely open as he saw the PSA.

“Quetzalcoatl!” Angelica exclaimed. She quickly hugged him, relieved that he was conscious again. Although he was still out of it, he was able to make sense of what was going on. Apparently, even as he was unconscious, his mind was never off the job. Quetzalcoatl looked into Angelica’s dark brown eyes, a trait he had too and said in a drained and tired voice, “Thank you for being here…I couldn’t have asked for more…Now, tell me, is the legislature back in session yet, there were four bills that I wanted to get passed…”

=~=~=~=~=

On TV screens across the country, the broadcast was interrupted with a short musical composition and a computer generated logo. The people of Aztlán recognized this cue…

= B R E A K I N G ~ N E W S =

“Premier Quetzalcoatl Nochtli has regained consciousness late Sunday night. Doctors have elevated his condition to ‘good and stable’, but report that he is very tired. When asked if he is able to take control of the nation again, his doctor, Edward M. Harrison (http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y50/Spectrechris/picardo.jpg), said, quote ‘at this time, Premier Nochtli intends to take a break and will not seek to have power transferred to him for at least two weeks.’ We’ll report again when more news develops.”

OOC:Get the doctor's name and initials OK? EMH...lol, ST humor.

“You have a problem with my anger sock puppet friend who happens to be an anger Jewish-Scotsman’s!” said Dr.Maxwell and then the sock puppet began to speak in a Scottish accent, although one could tell it was Maxwell


”You have a problem with Jewish-Scotsman, lad?” said the Sock

“Holy…. shit it talks and it’s a Jewish…WTF..” remark General Agent Methos

“Aye” remark the Sock..

“Alright, lets just get on with the meeting.” Said Dr. Maxwell

“Yes, and I havn’t drunk yet…am I Scottish damnit..where is my drink!” said the Anger Mofo the Jewish-Scottish sock puppet

Most of the AMI agents were in mock horror,but they follow Maxwell to the meeting room to get the briefing started..

OOC: Yeah I got the EMH joke..lol

Not sure what to say about the sock puppet, Victor lead the group to the briefing room. The door of the briefing room opened to the group. To meet the AMI agents and the Scottish-Jewish sock puppet was the acting Premier of the ANL, Coyotepec Xoxoictic, the Chief Marshalls of the ISPA and AIA, Cacalotetl Uetzcayotl and Fernando Garza, and a few other agents from the two respective agencies.

The Vice Premier is the first to greet them, “Welcome, friends. It’s a shame that we can’t be meeting under better circumstance, but…” He suddenly noticed the sock puppet. Not know if Dr. Maxwell was serious or not, he quickly said, “…let’s get to work, shall we?”

Victor Tonhuac took his seat and said, “Alright, everyone, we’re going to go over this briefly. Before we begin, does anyone want anything to drink other than water?” He then mentally kicked himself for asking the customary question, for he knew what would come next.

= I N ~ S O U T H E R N ~ A R I Z O N A =

It was no secret that the Aztec National League was expanding, albeit slowly into the lands that were formerly held by Communist Louisiana. The government was, in fact, being rather blatant about it – after all, they were following treaty. However, in a time of political tension in the mainland, it would be expected that tensions would be higher in extraneous territories.

It was late in the midwinter night in the town of Sierra Vista. There was now order in the town, although that order is in the form of tanks and guns. For a long time, the area was reigned illegal by free market Christo-fascists. These people, under the name of God, promote free market ideology and limited personal freedoms, the complete opposite of the socialist Aztec National League. In addition to the ideological differences, there were many cultural and racial tensions as well.

Eric Freeman sat in his couch, reading over the letter he received from the militant anti-socialist organization, the Tomez Militia in the mainland. In it was a confession, of sorts, to the various crimes they have committed against the state since 1997. It was a long list, written in prideful prose and boastful wording. However, Eric Freeman didn’t care, no, he sympathized with these rebels, these freedom fighters. He had controlled much of Arizona in the aftermath of the fall of Communist Louisiana. But when the Aztecs came from the south, over running the dilapidated border, they had taken away his freedom to manipulate the free market as he pleased. Indeed, Arizona, as much of the former territories in the north were in complete disarray, almost anarchy. However, the more confusion and fighting there was, the more profit Eric could get.

He looked up at the clock – it was time. While he was no longer in power, he still had enough loyalists to do much damage. It was something that the ANL hadn’t calculated – they thought the people of CL’s former territories were used to a socialist economy. So similar were the two nations’ economies, it wasn’t even considered. However, much had changed in the time since the fall, and the old way of life has faded into obscurity.

Eric walked out of the medium sized house. As he closed the door, he thought of the life that had been taken away from him, not through the market, but through regulation and brute force. Beginning to feel afraid, he thought to himself the possible life he could have. He entered the car that had been sent for him. It would be long drive into the desert and the outskirts of the now province of Arizona. However, once he got there, the holy revolution would begin. Through the side window, he watched the sun shine its final minutes in the west over the socialist imperium. Soon enough, there would be a new threat to the native’s empire in the south.

= S E V E R A L ~ H O U R S ~ L A T E R =

The car carrying Eric Freeman pulled off the beaten, desolate highway onto a hard to see dirt road. Only the desert moon illuminated the land, giving it an eerie white-bluish glow. Only the dark figures of the Joshua trees gave the land any variation. However, after twenty minutes of off-road driving, through the front window, a structure appeared. The car pulled up to the structure and the two men got out, and walked in.

Victor Tonhuac took his seat and said, “Alright, everyone, we’re going to go over this briefly. Before we begin, does anyone want anything to drink other than water?” He then mentally kicked himself for asking the customary question, for he knew what would come next.

All the agents just said that water would be fine, including Dr.Maxwell. But Anger Mofo the Scottish-Jewish sock puppet said otherwise. He spoke in his Scottish agent " Aye, get me a glass of scotch and put in a big beer mug,lad!"

Surprised, the officials of the government weren’t quite sure how to respond. Before they could, and possibly commit an uncomfortable faux paw, Victor pressed the intercom button and said, “Just water and…” he cleared his throat, “one scotch, in a beer mug, full.”

A woman’s voice came over the intercom system, “Uh, that’s a lot of sco…”

“Just do it, thank you.” Said in a semi-sarcastic tone.

“Alright, I’ll get it, but, if anyone passes out, throws up or dies, I’m not responsible.”

The line went cold.


After a few seconds, Fernando Garza began. “Alright, here’s the situation update. We have fifteen people directly related to the assassination attempt in custody. Three of these were the actual attackers while the rest were the agents that were supposed to be protecting the Premier. It is unclear who the agents were working for or if they were merely incompetent, but once that is determined, we’ll move on from there. In the interim, the AIA and ISPA are under tight observation for any sign of defection. The ISPA is taking charge of monitoring communications and other things that might indicate a problem, but these are our agents and the usual counter-intelligence book will have to be thrown out. The AIA is interrogating the suspects about thirty miles outside of the city. So far, we have a couple of leads, but nothing major.”

Files with papers and assorted printouts are distributed to those present at the table.

“Currently, the only major suspect is a group that we’ve had problems with before in 2004, the so-called ‘Tomez Militia’. They were originally a counter revolutionary group formed in 1997, but went silent until 2004, were beaten back and went silent again. While we’ve been able to track them once in a while, their methods in hiding money and buying things are highly unorthodox and hard to follow.”

There was a knock at the door and a woman walked in, carrying in glasses of water and a large beer mug glass of scotch. It wasn’t log until she too noticed the sock puppet and was very perplexed. Victor got up and told her who wanted what…She suddenly looked at him perplexed, rolled her eyes and put the cups in their appropriate places.

"So an insider job...I wonder if there are any sleeper agents still left in your Intel services, you may have to check many of your agents to see if they have any connection with this group." said Agent Aleksander Nikitin Stukov

"When can we do the interrogating of the suspects by our methods, yet I request to know how many males and how many females make the suspects." said Agent Idriss al Hassad

"We believe that using methods may speed up the interrogating process and we can get the information we need in more timely matter.”Dr. James Maxwell, then Maxwell looked at Anger Mofo...he was past off drunk..the entire mug was empty...he drank all the scotch...and Maxwell said "The SOB didn't leave any for me...what an bloody ass.." He remark in disappointment and the fact that Maxwell didn’t drink the Scotch really bug the hell out of the agents, since its couldn’t truly be the puppet that drank all of that!

"Wait you didn't drink that.." Said Agent Yu, wide eyed

"Nope." Reply Dr.Maxwell

"Then how its all gone, he couldn't have drank it all..could he?" Asked Agent René in her French Accent

"Yep, he does this all the time." Reply Dr.Maxwell

"This surely can't be real..if so...could I get a mug of beer...I need to get drunk...this shiz..is making me head hurt." said Agent Daniel O'Connell

"First the Sock puppet is a Jewish, and he drinks all that scotch...give a bottle of Jack Daniels...its going to be a long day." remark Agent Frank Martin

This was getting weirder and weirder. The Jewish-Scottish sock puppet was flat out in drunken unconsciousness. There was a copious amount of whiskey missing – enough to kill a regular person.

Victor Tonhuac, trying to focus his mind back on the task at hand, said, “Well, we are currently going after individual agents on a risk assessment. Our agents who are at a high risk of defection – working on controversial cases or with nations and groups that are openly hostile towards the ANL and the government - are being subjected to sodium thiopental doses and a polygraph tests. Lower risk agents are being subjected to just polygraph tests. Until we can be sure though there are no insiders, high level government officials are being protected by military personnel.”

After a few seconds of silence, Victor said “I believe Mr. Garza has the demographics of the detainees.”

Again, silence…

“Fernando?”

Fernando Garza was still in shock over the sock puppet. It was beyond anything he had ever seen. “Oh, yes…There are twelve males, three females. Before we begin we have to release one of them. It appears that one of the detainees had no involvement with the attack.”

"Don't release anyone, please us allow us to see them..there is saying in the AMI " The most unlikely is the most likely." We must do an assessment on all these detainees...so see what they known.." remark General Agent Methos

Fernando Garza sat back, "Well, I guess we can hold off on release until you're satisfied. If there are no questions, we take you to the detainees."

There were no more questions from AMI Agents..they were ready to go and see these "attackers."

Victor Tonhuac said calmly, “Indeed, then let’s proceed to the detention facility. In order to expedite the mission, a helicopter has been provided to take us to the facility.”

Victor got up out of his seat and led the others to the elevator, which would take them to the helicopter pad on the top of the hotel roof. On the helicopter pad, a late model passenger helicopter sat quietly, rotors motionless. The pilot leaned against his helicopter, waiting for the delegation to appear. Once they did, he opened the helicopter’s doors and waited for the group to enter.

“Hopefully, none of you get air sick.” Victor said, hoping for the best…

=~=~=~=

A dull, tan sedan slowed down to a stop in the middle of the Arizonan desert. Inside, three men dressed in plain clothing looked around for anything out of the usual. The agents had heard of rebel insurrections brewing in this area. It was indeed a major concern of the Aztlán Intelligence Agency, rebuilding this area was already difficult enough. Plus, the ANL had an image to keep up. The assassination attempt would already be bad PR, any more trouble and it would appear that Aztlán was crumbling. That could not be tolerated.

Quickly, the agents saw tire tracks leading astray into the desert – most unusual. The driver steps on the accelerator and turns the steering wheel sharply to the left. Having guns drawn, they knew that this was too out of the normal to be safe.

The car continued down the path for twenty minutes. However, soon after, they came up to an old complex of stoic, weather beaten buildings. Pointing the car towards the old buildings, the driver steps on the accelerator, unaware of…

POP!

The car stopped hard as the front tires deflated. “Son of a bitch!” Yelled out one of the agents. “How the hell did that happen?”

Quickly, the driver reached down for the emergency radio and turned it on, “This is…”

Suddenly, the glass was busted open with the butt of an assault rifle. An arm pulled the driver halfway out of the car forcefully. The agent looked up, only to see a club coming down upon him, delivering cold blackness…