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OOC: I have a newly created nation which is extremely poor and has a small weak army and a small weak police force, with infant mortality at 50%. However, most Union Canadians are peaceful, but because this new nation is a socialist nation if anyone can create a capitalist terrorist group of Union Canadians' or from their own nation or just a terrorist group and commit one to several terrorist attacks, it might spice up the country.

Post here that you would do the attack, as OOC and then make the post. Thanks.

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OOC: I have a small Terror cell that I RP somtimes, the problem is that they will only attack England and English type countries.

OOC: Well I am trying to imply that Union Canada, was created from an English society, and that they were treated poorly by the British instead of being granted independence. So would thay be okay?

The problem is the terror group in my nation is similar to the IRA, PIRA, and INLA. They would actually like the Union Canadian if they were treated poorly by England.

Oh, okay.

I do however have an idea that is not related to a terror attack, since out two nations were both misstreated by the English*, I propose an alliance. What do you think?

*My nation is made up of a group of Irish Nationals that were exiled for trying to lead a revolution.

OOC: If you want some terror attacks, I'm happy to provide. I've been working on my methods recently, and I want to put them to the test, see if my knowledge and tactics are up to scratch. However, I want to make it known right now that these terror attacks are not the work of the Snake Eater government, and are conducted by free radicals.

Alright, I'd conduct three main attacks, including at least one hostage situation. Now, I would need a little more information on your nation: What is your tech-level? What is the overall state of security in your nation? How easy is to procure explosives and small-arms, stuff like that.

I do however have an idea that is not related to a terror attack, since out two nations were both misstreated by the English*, I propose an alliance. What do you think?

*My nation is made up of a group of Irish Nationals that were exiled for trying to lead a revolution.

If you want to create an alliance agreed.

OOC: If you want some terror attacks, I'm happy to provide. I've been working on my methods recently, and I want to put them to the test, see if my knowledge and tactics are up to scratch. However, I want to make it known right now that these terror attacks are not the work of the Snake Eater government, and are conducted by free radicals.

Alright, I'd conduct three main attacks, including at least one hostage situation. Now, I would need a little more information on your nation: What is your tech-level? What is the overall state of security in your nation? How easy is to procure explosives and small-arms, stuff like that.

Okay, free radicals.

Tech level: MT

State of security will be around 4,000 soldiers and 1,000 to 1,500 police officers for a nation of 7-8 million. Poor, finances are in bad shape for the military after the colonizing power left. Very easy for explosives, you could buy small arms for the right price. Even from crooked police.

Okay, free radicals.

Tech level: MT

State of security will be around 4,000 soldiers and 1,000 to 1,500 police officers for a nation of 7-8 million. Poor, finances are in bad shape for the military after the colonizing power left. Very easy for explosives, you could buy small arms for the right price. Even from crooked police.

OOC: Looks like you have yourself a deal then. Three main attacks, and a few minor ones as well.

Okay, you can either post it here, or on another threas if you want.

I'm gonna watch, if you don't mind.

The young male looked out at the landscape flitting by as the train thundered through the countryside. He allowed a flicker of a smile to pass over his pale features as the sun set, the brilliant colours shimmering on the sea nearby. The lights within the train were bright, a sharp contrast to the rapidly approaching darkness of the outside world. Soon enough, all he could see was the occasional town, the lights being visible only for a moment as the train flashed by. He looked for a moment at his own reflection in the window, and then picked up the newspaper lying on top of the case on his lap. He opened it, and began to read the article within, although he wasn’t really interested in what it had to say. He stopped the trolley as it came past, buying himself a can of Coke and a chocolate muffin, before returning to his paper.

The man was pale skinned, very pale in fact. It looked as if he didn’t enjoy the sunlight, and was more comfortable in the dark. His hair was black, slicked back at the temples, and styled using wax. On his wrist was a cheap watch from the local market, the black leather strap a sharp contrast to his skin. His eyes were hazel in colour, and seemed to stare straight through whatever they looked at. It was a look that unnerved many people, as they weren’t sure what he was thinking. Only he really knew. He was dressed in a smart double piece suit, the colour of charcoal, with a light shirt and dark tie done in a perfect Windsor knot, covering his top button. The jacket was double breasted, and done up, the silver buttons of the suit glittering the lights of the cabin. His trousers were well pressed, a single sharp line running down the front and the back, and his black shoes were well polished. Contained within the jacket was a wafer thin cell phone, a photograph of his daughter, aged seven next week, and his wallet. He brought the picture out, grasping it between thumb and forefinger, and looked it. He sighed gently, which elicited a reaction from the women sitting across from him, “children?”

“Child. She’s almost seven.”

“Why are you in Union Canada?”

“Business, unfortunately.”

“Ah. My husband is in business as well, so I know what it’s like.”

He nodded, a smile on his lips as the driver announced, “Final stop in five minutes.”

When the train pulled into the main station of the capital city, the man picked up his briefcase, placing the newspaper under his arm and leaving the train to walk up the platform. Inside, his heart was thumping against his rib cage so hard he thought it might burst, but his exterior visage remained calm and collected. He walked through the major terminal, finding himself a taxi and giving the driver an address in the richer area of the city. It was the address he’d been told before he left Snake Eaters, but other than that he knew nothing of who he was meeting. All he knew was the name: Manus.

Manus’ Apartment
The phone buzzed silently in his jean pocket, and he withdrew it to look at the number. Only three people had this number, and this was the most important one of all. Taking advantage of the deplorable security situation in this socialist state was easy enough, as they didn’t track cell phone calls, “Yes?”

“He should be with you inside the next thirty minutes. Make sure he understands exactly what he is to do.”

“Is there a key phrase?”

“He’ll offer you a bunch of tulips and say, ‘These are for Margaret, I hope she’s feeling better.’ Your response is, ‘Yes, she’s up and about’.”

“Understood, boss.”

“Do not fail me, Manus. This is a very important job. You understand the goals of this operation?”

“Yes, I do.”

“Good boy.”

The line went dead, and Manus placed the phone on the marble-topped work surface of his kitchen, fixing himself something to eat…

Downstairs
“This is the place, driver.”

The young man stepped out of the car, paying the driver and letting him leave before walking to the nearby flower-stall, “Bunch of tulips, please.”

“That’ll be twelve loonies please, sir.”

The man paid in full, and then walked into the apartment building, knowing which floor to go to. He took a deep breath, and knocked on the door, “Just a second.”

The door opened, revealing a clean-shaven man of Hispanic descent, “Can I help you?”

There was a brief pause, before the man said with a slight stutter, “Umm… these… these are for Margaret. I… I hope she’s feeling better.”

“Yes, she’s up and about. Do come in, close the door behind you.”

As the door closed, Manus turned his back on the newcomer, “Do sit down. Would you like a drink?”

“Just tea, thank you.”

“Milk? Sugar?”

“Yes, with one please.”

Manus nodded, making the tea and sitting down. He closed the blinds on the window, “Now, you do understand exactly what you have agreed to do by coming here today.”

“Yes. I am willing to lay down my life if I have to, in order to defeat socialism.”

“A worthy cause, to be sure. But, you must be careful that this operation is not traced back to me. They may not be as advanced as they are in Snake Eaters, but that does not mean you can become lapse in your technique. If they discover it was us before we let them know, it could have disastrous consequences.”

“I understand.”

“Good man. There is car lined with explosives downstairs in the garage. Here are the keys. The detonator is tuned to the mobile phone in the glove compartment. When you ring any number, it will detonate the bomb.”

“How big is the bomb?”

“One thousand pounds of Semtex plastic explosive. We were able to bribe a number of military officials in order to get our hands on it.”

“What’s the target?”

“Park the car in front of the main government building. If you are stopped on the way there, I have supplied you with a passport, valid photo card and paper driving licenses, and two credit cards in the name of Joe Carey. Once you have parked the car, leave it there and withdraw to a safe distance. The lethal blast radius of this bomb is in the range of 120 feet.”

“What about the civilians?”

“Necessary damage. It will make the government all that more compliant with our demands.”

“What about the range of the detonator?”

“Up to three hundred metres, so you have plenty of scope. Just ensure you are outside the blast radius. I will call you when the operation is complete, and we will make plans for the next stage.”

“For capitalism, brother.”

“For capitalism, and the movement.”

The man nodded, and left Manus’ apartment, car keys in hand. It was an older model BMW, which wouldn’t stand out all that much in the government district. He climbed in, and started the engine. It had been a while since he’d driven anything with a petrol motor – every vehicle in Snake Eaters ran on hydrogen fuel cells – but it sounded in good condition. Gunning the engine slightly, he pulled out onto the main road, and began to drive towards the centre of government…

OOC: Your move.

Okay to both Drexel and Snake.

Swilatia is a capitalist nation.

When the pale man had gotten off the train at the train station, a security guard had gotten suspicious. With a quick check from an overhead camera, his picture was run through the criminal databank, but nothing was found. And because it was not known where he went, the police could not do anything.

Because the police and the military were small and had limited resources they couldn't do that much.

However, at the main government building, there was a sizable detail of 20 soldiers guarding outside, even though they weren't looking for any suspicious people and a small amount of staffers inside and a few citizens outside. However, within the crowd of civilians about a dozen, there were two or three undercover police officers, also searching the crowd for suspicious foreigners.

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4 men; Carl, John, Danny and Alex are walking down the street, long trenchcoats, hats, gloves. They approach the main street and look towards the police station. A breif nod and the set off in different directions.

Carl and Danny of the men walk into the station;

Carl Help! Weve been robbed.

The desk Sargent stands up and moves towards Carl, before he reaches them he is shot in the head twice by Danny. Both men pull out MP5 SMG's and start spraying the main hall with bullets.

Meanwhile Alex heads down in to the police parking lot pretending to be lost, he is stopped;

Officer Hey! Hey! This is a restricted area, you cant come down here.

Alex Oh, sorry officer, could you help me though im looking for the theatre.

The Officer moves closer expecting a map or guidebook to appear, instead he is left stunned by a 10,000 volt taser. Alex steps over the police officer and aims a scilenced pistol to his left eye, he fires twice.

John hearing all the comotion, runs to the top of the stairs and stands guard with a MP5 SMG making sure no one tries to enter.

Meanwhile Carl and Danny are tearing through the Police Station looking for the Chief, shooting everyone they see, eventually they reach the top floor and see the Chief's office.

Carl There it is, dont kill him, the Boss wants him alive

Danny nods in reply and pulls out a Flash bang, after chucking it in and stepping back they wait for the bang to alert them. BANG! The two men storm in and handcuft the dazed Chief, now all they had to do was get out...

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OOC: I'm going to assume there would be checkpoints. Tell me if I'm wrong, and I'll edit it. Oh, and Philthealbino, you godmodded horribly there. Unless it was prearranged with Union Canada, in which case, my mistake.

The car drove smoothly along the street towards the building, and the man inside seemed disinterested in the soliders. His suit and briefcase were there for a reason: to make him appear more official. He was carrying the passport and driving licenses on him, in order to offer identification immediatley, and drove calmly up the road, pulling to a halt at the checkpoint,"Morning, officer."

Philthealbino: I did not accept you as a terrorist group. Now, that is god-modding and I would be happy to allow you to do a terrorist strike in Union Canada if you just name the name of your organization and give me a chance to re-post a response. So I wouldn't abide by that post of yours.

IC: Seeing the passport and the briefcase, the young officer nodded at the man in the car before waving him forwards.

Two other soldiers pushed past the younger one and nodde him out of the way so he wouldn't see anything suspicious even if he tried.

OOC: I can provide aid to Union Canada, to fight the capitalists, i could provide you with some more modern weaponry

OOC: Right now I don't know about a terrorist threat yet, but if you would want to have like an agreement on intelligence sharing we might go from there and get the terrorists nervous in this thread.

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Seeing the number of soliders milling around, the young man had to make a quick decision. He could either park up directly in front of the building, arouse more suspicion and deal more damage, or he could go into the underground parking lot. THe damage would still be done, but it would more localised... it was still late enough in the day for people to be just coming out from working inside, and getting in their cars. After a moment's careful deliberation, he made the choice that would cause maximum effect and carnage. He would risk parking up in front of the building, and if questioned, he would say that he was picking up a friend. If questioned as to why he was leaving the car there, he was just popping across the road to get a bite to eat from the cafe across the street. The building was drab, grey, but it obviously was a cafe of some sort. He parked up, and stepped out the car, slamming the door behind him, and leant on the door, checking his watch.

The police officer watched the man get out of the car. No one was allowed to park their vehicle in that spot. No one unless it was someone for the President, Martin Jarinov. He saw several employees walk by and headed towards the man, his hand on his hip.

Clearing his vioce he said; "You cannot park here sir."

OCC: Forgive me, im confused, so is my help needed or not? Because it would be no problem to give it

OOC: Snake Eaters is doing a terrorist attack on my nation. I don't know any information about his terrorist attack and a security agreement between two nations can be reached, so by the time he does a terrorist attack, maybe information can be found out to stop it.

(ooc-This is assuming that you allow...)
Many People were about at that time,Some of them from the larger Socalist land of Usea.They come here in the week long celebration of movement.As with the tradition,many people vacationed in forern lands to get to know the other lands that shared there ideas.This day,how ever,Is different.

OOC: Just say where you are going with this and you can continue.

The police officer watched the man get out of the car. No one was allowed to park their vehicle in that spot. No one unless it was someone for the President, Martin Jarinov. He saw several employees walk by and headed towards the man, his hand on his hip.

Clearing his vioce he said; "You cannot park here sir."

"I'm just waiting for a friend of mine, surely it's not a problem if I'm here for a few minutes?"

"Please move your car to the other side of the street, you can wait 15 minutes usually before I will come back and tell you to move."

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(ooc-I meant if you mind me posting with.Sorry)

"Please move your car to the other side of the street, you can wait 15 minutes usually before I will come back and tell you to move."

The man nodded,"Alright. He might not be too long, but if he's longer than that, I'll move to the other side of the street. Is it OK if I just nip across and get a cup of coffee? I'm knackered."

"Yes you can, be quick."

OOC: ooc-I meant if you mind me posting with.Sorry)

You can post. If you want to play, please play.

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"Yes you can, be quick."
The man nodded, walking briskly across the road and ordering a coffee for himself, before sitting down at the very back of the cafe, pulling out the cell-phone, and dialling a random number. The signal spread silently, hitting the mast nearby, rebounding...

The ground shook as the car detonated, the wreckage blowing some thirty feet into the air. Shrapnel smashed into the glass windows of the cafe as the man dived to the floor to avoid being struck by the seemingly supersonic metal. A pillar of flame was pointing a stabbing finger skywards as the car fell back to earth with a resounding smashing of glass. The shockwave struck the cafe, smashing out the rest of the shattered glass. The man uncovered his head, brushed himself off and ran into the rear of the cafe, smashing through the fire door at the rear end of the kitchen, running for his life from the explosion. He kept to the shadows, picking his way across town, not looking behind him at the carnage he had left behind...

The explosion rocked the area around the government building and the cafe across the street. Immediately after the terrorist attack, ambulances could be heard screaming down the street as well as military vehicles and police cars.

There was blood around the wrecked vehicle, and police officers ran around to find any victims of the attack. Also, several other vehicles were also on fire, and they were put out before the vehicles could have the chance to explode.

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President Martin Jarinov was not injured in the blast, and was in his office with several agents. There was no claim of responsibility, and Jarinov had been told by his agents to remain in his office until the group responsible for this act was caught.

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Two hours after the explosion there was the first reports of injuries and deaths as the last person in the attack was taken away by an ambulance and police forces began to search for evidence.

So far, 4 people had been killed in the explosion including a police officer and 49 people had been injured in the attack, 7 of those people were in critical condition.

President Jarinov got in front of the cameras for the first time since the terrorist attack. He looked haggard and sad;

"Today, terrorists attacked the peaceful nation of Union Canada, a nation that is full of love and peace, and that is why we sent peacekeepers to a troubled nation. However, a terrorist attack occured today, and we believe it was to target me Martin Jarinov who led us to indepence from the people who occupied us until recently. That is why we believe the attack was foreign in nature, because our people are an extremely peaceful people. I have to tell the Canadian people that we are searching for the attackers, but do not become suspicious or afraid of foreigners, we do not need that. At latest count, 5 people were killed in the attack and 51 people were injured. Contact your local authorities if you have any information."

Union Canada Foreign Ministry:

To world nations, today we had a terrorist attack by what we believe are foreign terrorists that resulted in the deaths of 5 people. Because we have a poor nation, and limited resources if anyone can provide assistance that would be appreciated.

"What has Union Canada done to cause a terrorist attack?? They haven't been around long enough to annoy anyone..."
"It could be an ideological difference, sir, someone looking for an easy target for their cause..."
"Sir, we're on in thirty."
"Halwell, have Mr. Steele put together a list of suspects. I want to know what we're getting into-and why."

The red light went on.

Good evening. One hour ago a terrorist attack was committed in the peaceful nation of Union Canada. A car bomb went off in front of the capital building, killing five, and injuring many more. Union Canada has never taken any hostile action towards any other nation or organization. I know I speak for all of us in this great nation when I say that this action is indefendable. Our hearts go out to the people of Union Canada. We want them to know that we support them in this troubling time, and they will have our full backing. Thank you, and good night.

ATTN: Union Canada

Our government is deeply sympathetic to your nations plight. We would like to send medical and financial assistance, and, with your permission, one Democratic Guard unit to act as reinforcement in the event of a follow up attack. Our hearts go out to you, and if you are in need of any additional aid, please contact us immediately.

Thank you, and we would accept any assistance you can provide and hhopefully can return the favor in the future.

Attention *Union Canada*

The People's Republic of Lukeish would like to extend their most heartfelt sorrows. As a leading Socialist state, we would like to extend our condolences and what aid we can give. We will supply you with 1000 armed police forces. In turn, we hope you shall do the same for us should we ever face an impending crises.

Sincerely,
President Lucas.

We accept you offer and will repay it in time.

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Police detectives were searching through the ruined car to find any evidence at all that could help them find the killers of five innocent people, including one of their own. So far they had not noticied anything too unusual except that the car was an older model then most cars driven in Union-Canada.

Cpl, Mark Daniel looked at the roof of the car and noticied something interesting. Quickly grabbing it, it was a picture of a young woman and a young girl. Immediately heading to his superiors he showed them the picture of the young woman and girl.

Immediately, their picture was posted on the T.V and it was broadcasted all over the world.

Union Canada Police Department to World:

We have the picture of a young woman and 7-year-old girl that appear to be foreign. It was found in the car of the bomber that killed 5 people today in our nation of Union Canada. If anyone can find out the nationality of the woman and child that would be appreciated.

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The Republic of Cascadia will give $800 million in aid and will send 569 soldiers to help protect the nation.

OOC: Tagging is when someone wants to add a thread to a list of threads to alert them when there are new posts.

OOC: Thanks

IC:

Thank you for your contribution. We actually have a lead on who might attacked us because we found a picture in the burned out car. If you can tell the nationality of the attacker it would be a great help. We also accept the monetary aid and soldiers to help find out who attacked us.

President Jarinov got in front of the cameras for the first time since the terrorist attack. He looked haggard and sad;

"Today, terrorists attacked the peaceful nation of Union Canada, a nation that is full of love and peace, and that is why we sent peacekeepers to a troubled nation. However, a terrorist attack occured today, and we believe it was to target me Martin Jarinov who led us to indepence from the people who occupied us until recently. That is why we believe the attack was foreign in nature, because our people are an extremely peaceful people. I have to tell the Canadian people that we are searching for the attackers, but do not become suspicious or afraid of foreigners, we do not need that. At latest count, 5 people were killed in the attack and 51 people were injured. Contact your local authorities if you have any information."

Union Canada Foreign Ministry:

To world nations, today we had a terrorist attack by what we believe are foreign terrorists that resulted in the deaths of 5 people. Because we have a poor nation, and limited resources if anyone can provide assistance that would be appreciated.
OOC: I'd like to make it known to ALL that this was planned between myself and Union Canada. It's merely political dissendents from within Snake Eaters, many of whom are wanted by the SE Government anyway.

IC: Manus watched with a satisfied smirk as news of the explosion filtered through. This smirk changed suddenly, becoming a scowl as he saw the picture. He didn't know that fate of the man who had chosen to do this, but his carelessness could have jepordised the entire operation. He sat himself down, waiting for the call he knew must come. And come it did,"Manus?"

"Yes, Boss."

"Our man has been careless. He must be punished. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"Good. You know what you must do. This image is already being filtered through the government archives, searching for a hit. It will find these two... the system never fails with it's own."
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The Office of the Lord-President, Snake Eaters
"Do we know who these people are?"

The Minister for Homeland Security passed a padd to Lord-President Barbarossa, containing the data for both mother and child,"Yep. SION flagged the picture instantly, and it took a few hours to find them."

"Where do they live?"

"Yuktobania, in Cinigrad."

"Father?"

"Frank Poole. A 35-year old white male, currently employed in retail. A few suspected links to the Snake Liberation Front."

"These guys again... I thought we eradicated that organization."

"So did I, but it appears to have manifested once more. Only this time it's aims are different... the name is the same, but the aims are vastly changed. They seem to be targetting the socialist side of the nation, trying to rid the state of welfare programs and such. They bombed a shipment of supplies bound for one of the colonies on the border which was suffering from an outbreak of Tarellian plague, said that people had to learn to fend for themselves."

"And now they choose to target an innocent nation who couldn't fight back if they wanted to... cowards."

"Correct."

"Course of action?"

"Issue a statement."

One hour later, Galaxy-wide broadcast
"It is with the deepest sorrow that we hear of the tragedy that befell the nation of Union Canada sometimes ago. We understand the death toll to be still rising. It is at this time that we have been able to positively identify the people in the photograph recovered at the scene. The names of the two people involved will not be revealed for their own safety, but as of now, we are announcing that Frank Douglas Poole, of Snake Eaters, is the man responsible for the bombings. He is wanted in Snake Eaters as well in Union Canada, for a number of suspected crimes including bombing of a relief convoy."

There was a pause as the image of Frank Poole was broadcast, before Barbarossa began to speak once more,"It is not in our nature to send armed troops to apprehend one of our own on another nation's soil. Peacekeeping is something we have done in the past, and are willing to do again in the future. But this is not a peacekeeping matter, nor is it a matter of financial aid. We recognise the moves of others, but we do not share these views. It is an anti-terrorist matter, and Snake Eaters prides itself on it's Special Forces, who are experts in this field. We feel that as the nation which has given spawn to this man, we do have a duty to help. Thus, effective immediatley, a unit of Special Forces is to be deployed to Union Canada and placed at the government's disposal."

SECRET IC:
To: Martin Jarinov
Re: Special Forces

Sir,

By now, I am certain you are aware of the deployment of a special anti-terror unit to your nation. It is not required for you to know the name of this unit, nor the names of it's members. There are six people who will be entering your country on the next commercial flight. They will arrive at the government offices within the next twenty-four hours. They will aid you in either capturing or killing Frank Poole, whichever is necessery. However, I must insist that their anoynimty(sp?) be kept intact, that they are not subject to your orders unless cleared with myself. and that they are left to work for themselves when needed. They are career Special-Forces operators, and as such have a wealth of expierence in these matters.

Yours sincerly

Lord President Jacius Barbarossa
OOC: Secret means only you know about it.

SECRET IC:
Quote:
Originally Posted by Lord-President's Office
To: Martin Jarinov
Re: Special Forces

Sir,

By now, I am certain you are aware of the deployment of a special anti-terror unit to your nation. It is not required for you to know the name of this unit, nor the names of it's members. There are six people who will be entering your country on the next commercial flight. They will arrive at the government offices within the next twenty-four hours. They will aid you in either capturing or killing Frank Poole, whichever is necessery. However, I must insist that their anoynimty(sp?) be kept intact, that they are not subject to your orders unless cleared with myself. and that they are left to work for themselves when needed. They are career Special-Forces operators, and as such have a wealth of expierence in these matters.

Yours sincerly

Lord President Jacius Barbarossa

Secret IC:

We accept your special forces and we believe that they should be given as much as a free reign as possible.

Several police officers still went around the scene collecting evidence from the car bombing that had killed 5 people. Now that they knew who the people were, they began to blare it over the radio and t.v about the name of this terrorist.

Luckily, the Union Canada police got a tip about a building that the tipster saw this man come out of. Because the special forces hadn't arrived from Snake Eaters, the Union Canada forces began to prepare a raid. The game plan was to have several police units around the back, and two in the front, there would also be police cars around the sides waiting for an escape.

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Police Action:

Lt. Nielson, radioed to all the fireunits before saying in his radio, "Go in".

With that, a battering ram slammed into the door of the building that the tipster said had been where the guy had come from. Then windows could be heard breaking. Police men rushed into the building and tossed stun grenades up the stairs and down the hall.

It was unsure if this was a terrorist hideout or not.

Secret IC:

"....they left a picture of their family behind?" Soviet Premier Comrade Vladimir Kuschev said in surprise as the KGB officials gave him a briefing of what was coming out of Union Canada's media.

The senior KGB official, a close friend of Kuschev's, nodded.

"So their media is saying. They found the photo intact, which....could be dubious. It could be a set-up, to target the family in the photo and blame them for the bombing. Maybe their intelligence is not up to much, and they want to blame this family who are maybe dissidents. Might turn their population against these dissidents."

Kuschev nodded.

"If that photo was left behind by mistake by the bomber, or bombers, that's pretty shitty inepitude, no? They obviously could not organise a piss up in a brewery."

The KGB officials stifled their laughter.



IC:

Official Statement From The Foreign Ministry Of The Iron Curtain Soviet Imperium Of The Pan-Soviet Union:

The Iron Curtain Soviet Imperium Of The Pan-Soviet Union condemns the terrorist outrage seen on the streets of Union Canada today. The Iron Curtain Soviet Imperium Of The Pan-Soviet Union stands with Union Canada in this fight against terror, and hopes those responsible for the attack are made subject to summary justice.



Soviet Foreign Minister Tanya Pavlov Of The Iron Curtain Soviet Imperium Of The Pan-Soviet Union

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As the police came through the door, Manus jumped to his feet,"What is the meaning of this?"

He was smart. There was no way he was letting anything be left here that could incriminate him. Not only that, but he had all the right paperwork to allow him to be here. If the police wanted to question him, they'd find it very difficult to find anything incriminating, which they needed.
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Six people, four men and two women, walked into the main government building. The lead man, a solidly built Caucasian with greying hair and lively green eyes, with a slight accent on his speech, leant in close to the reception desk,"Tell your pressident that Ssnake Eaterss are here."

OOC: The slurring is inherrent to the native people of Snake Eater Prime, the main planet. I can give a more detailed explanation upon request.
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Frank Poole had gone underground, both literally and metaphorically. He had seen the news broadcast, and kicked himself mentally for his error... leaving the photo behind had been an error he had been trained against during his time on the asteroid camp, but in his first assignment, he had made a crucial error. Could it be he wasn't cut out for this, or could it have been the pressure getting to him. He didn't know, and right now he didn't care. He knew two things. The first of these was that he was now a wanted man, and that he needed to change his image. The second was that SHADOW would be coming after him. He didn't rate the local security forces much, but SHADOW... everyone in the Snake Liberation Front knew the name, and it chilled their very soul to hear it mentioned. No-one knew their exact numbers, nor where they operated from, but they were living legends in the Snake Eater military, the best and brightest. Rumour had it that on a standard basic selection course, if two hundred applied, two, maybe three would get through, and barely one in a hundred made it all the way to becoming a fully-fledged member.

He squatted where he was, his eyes straining through the darkness. The jacket was already gone, as was the briefcase. The only thingshe had left on him was his wafer thin cell phone, which he kept on vibration at all times, and the 6 inch combat knife provided as a last ditch.

OOC: Union Canada, I don't want to get my nation involved, but i would like to take 2 people from my nation who had moved to yours recently to get involved, would this be ok? They would be helping Union Canada (since they left there country to get away from the evil of the dictatorship they were under) just that they would probarly 'forget' the law every now and then, and no one would know what they were doing.

OOC: Sterino, sure I see no problem at all.

IC:

The police officer, Sgt Anderson, said to the man;

"We believe this is the place that the bomber who blew up his car outside of the government building. So, if you could tell us if any other men or women are in this building we can start looking for evidence."

Several police officers, went up the stairs, machine guns raised in case any armed people fired at them.

Sgt Anderson grabbed the man and said;

"You are being detained at this moment, you will come down to the main precent where several detectives from here and the country of Snake Eaters will question you. If this is a mistake, we will apologize to the public when that is found out. Joe, Roger, check see if you can see anything."

Immediately the two police officers went forward. One of them reaching behind the chair that the man had been sitting in pulled out a black briefcase. Opening it up, there was a pistol and some notes. The two police officers looked at the Sgt, he nodded and said;

"I hope you have a good explination for this."

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The secretary said, "go down the hall and the President will meet you."

Manus was acting cool, as he always did,"That pistol, gentlemen, is a replica intended as a birthday present for my godson. The notes are buisness minutes. But, as you said, I am under arrest."
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They nodded, and walked past her down the hall. Knocking lightly on the door, the man who had spoken previously leading them in,"Mr President? I'm Major Barry Legg, of Snake Eaters. This is my team. We hear you have a slight problem."

President Jarinov put down th phone and smiled at the men and women. He then stood up and shook hands with all six of them and offered them a chair and anything they would like to drink. He then sat back down himself and cleared his throat.

"Welcome, welcome to Union Canada. I just got off the phone with the Police Captain and we have just raded a building and it is reported that a man has been detained. It will most likely be headed towards the central lock up in Toronto. However, we believe that there are probably more terrorists and that your unit should be given free reign in hunting these people down."

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The man was placed inside the police vehicle, he was not hand-cuffed because he hadn't porivded reisistant to police. The car drove away headed for the police station as more evidence including a laptop was collected from the building.

Kasan had been sitting watching the news for 2 hours now. He and his family had left their country to get away from such acts of terrorism, and yet it was becoming seemingly obvious terrorism was not possible to escape. Kasan bowed his head, and hoped that these terrorists would see they have done wrong and stop before some terrible happens. He knew that wasn't going to happen, and it seemed like that Union Canada was losing it. It was going to take a professional to deal with these issues. Kasan and his brother had been (much to their disgust now) secret police for their President, so they did have experience. He decided the should put their experience to practice, hopefully for the last time.

Kasan picked up the remote and turned the tv off, he had heard the officials speaking about it enough. He walked over to his brothers bedroom, and opened the door slightly to peek through. His brother, Jusile, was sitting, with a sketchpad and a pencil, doing some ruff art.
"Jusile, you seen the news?" Asked Kasan, opening the door fully and stepping in to his brothers small room, which was clustered with books and art.
"Unfortunately, yes." His brother replied, "And I can't help but think what stupid plan you have in mind."
"It's clear this country needs us." Stated Kasan. It was not a hobby of his to stand up to his older brother, but on the rare occasions, he could win him round.
"It's clear you have an obsession with acting the hero." Said Jusile, standing up and pushing past his brother to go to the kitchen.
"I'm not trying to act the hero! I'm trying to save lives!"
"Should have gone to medical school then." Jusile answered cooly, pouring himself a glass of milk.
"Come on Jusile you owe me! Think about it, who was the one who got your wife and child out of Sterino?! Who was the one who went under 2 hours of torture and yet still refused to tell where you had hidden?!"
There was a few seconds silence between them. Jusile sighed, knowing that he did owe his brother deeply.
"I thought you wanted a quiter life brother?"
"I do" Grinned Kasan, "Thats why I brought the silencers!"
Jusile couldn't help but laugh at this. He then went in thought for a while.
"Should I tell Jasmine?" Asked Jusile. It was one of the rare occasions he asked his younger brother for advice.
"Your choice brother." Replied Kasan. They both knew that what they would be attempting would be dangerous, possibly deadly.
Jusile thought about it for a while.
"No, I better not." He sighed. Then quickly changed the subject, "Where are the guns?"
"Right here!" Replied Kasan. He went over to the cutlery drawer, and took it out. He then pulled the bottom of it off, and inside was a small metal case, which ran right along the drawer case, which contained a car key, 2 pistols with silencers, and 2 packets of bullets.
"60 bullets each." Said Kasan, handing over a packet and a pistol to his brother.
"What's the keys for?" Kasan asked. Jusile grinned, and picked the car keys up and put them in his pocket.
"There for the good car." He said.
"What's the good car?" Kasan inquired,
"Oh dont worry, you'll see! Now come on, lets go."

They headed down the stairs. They lived in a medium sized flat, 2 under the top floor. They reached the bottom of the stairs and left the building, with their guns stored in their pockets, hidden by the open shirts they were wearing, with a white vest underneath. They passed several people on the way to the car park, smiling at them and nodding their heads. Little did the passer bys know what these 2 men were going to try and acomplish.

They arrived at the car park, and Kasan followed Jusiles footsteps, anticipating what the 'good car' would be. Jusile suddenly stopped, and smiled. Kasan just stood, confused.
"Thats the good car?" He inquired.
"You better believe it!" Said Jusile, walking up to the large black van, with black tinted windows, and tapping on its bonnet.
"Thats not a car!!! Thats a ... that's a... thats..."
"My baby!" Smiled Jusile, "Thats my baby! Cmon, get in!" He laughed, and opened the vans doors. They both climbed inside onto the warm leather seating, and stretched their legs out with all the space.
"Alright, its not that bad." Admitted Kasan.
"Not that bad? Its great!"
"Yeah sure whatever. Right, question. Where do we start?"
"Where else? The scene of the crime!"

With that, Jusile started the engine, pushed his foot down, and the van rumbled off out of the car park.

President Jarinov put down th phone and smiled at the men and women. He then stood up and shook hands with all six of them and offered them a chair and anything they would like to drink. He then sat back down himself and cleared his throat.

"Welcome, welcome to Union Canada. I just got off the phone with the Police Captain and we have just raded a building and it is reported that a man has been detained. It will most likely be headed towards the central lock up in Toronto. However, we believe that there are probably more terrorists and that your unit should be given free reign in hunting these people down."

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The man was placed inside the police vehicle, he was not hand-cuffed because he hadn't porivded reisistant to police. The car drove away headed for the police station as more evidence including a laptop was collected from the building.

"Your welcome is kind indeed. We might see this man, but we think that's more your department. WE're here to prevent a follow-up attack, which you can rest assured will be coming. A bombing on this scale is more of a warning in these cases... I doubt it was, as you claimed on the national media, a direct attempt on your life. However, I'm not a politican, I'm a solider."

He turned to his team,"You two, get down to the central station and take a look at this guy, see if we get any hits on a system-wide search. The rest of you are with me, we're going to check this building. Move out."

They all nodded, and left the room, before the Major turned back to the President,"Mr. President, if push comes to shove, we're going to need weapons. What sort of things does your nation use?"

"We usually, have around about Machine guns, 50 cal, pistols and we do have a very good tank that we bought from another nation. But i don't think you guys would be using a tank."

The president smiled weakly at the comments of the soldier and nodded. Not another attack.

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The man was placed in the chair, and the two police officers closed the door and waited for the Snake Eaters special forces to come and look at the man. During the time they would go through his laptop and other info that they had collected. At this moment they were also trying to trace the gun to see if it had been apart of attacks.

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(OOC: will anyone else condem the bombings or support the bombings?)

"We usually, have around about Machine guns, 50 cal, pistols and we do have a very good tank that we bought from another nation. But i don't think you guys would be using a tank."

The president smiled weakly at the comments of the soldier and nodded. Not another attack.

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The man was placed in the chair, and the two police officers closed the door and waited for the Snake Eaters special forces to come and look at the man. During the time they would go through his laptop and other info that they had collected. At this moment they were also trying to trace the gun to see if it had been apart of attacks.

The Major nodded,"We brought some of our own weapons with us... I think we'll have more success if we use those. No offence to your nation, but our personal arms carry somethings you might not have thought of yet."

He brought out what looked like a palm-computer, and looked at it,"Hmm... well, he's not showing up on our trackers, which makes it a little harder to find him... though I didn't expect much else."

He tapped the screen once, and then looked at the president,"Tell me, Mr. President, how easy would it be for a man to get his hands on explosives, handguns, even a long range rifle, in this country?"

An idea was already forming in his head about what might happen...

OOC: Because I'm FT, and you're MT.
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As the two detailed to see the prisoner arrived, they looked in on him, and sighed,"There's always one or two around... never seems we kill enough."

They rapped smartly on the door, and stepped into the main investigation room,"We're here to see the prisoner. We can get some information out of him, that's assuming he's got anything to tell us."

Marnus had been smart. The laptop was completley clean of any incriminating evidence, and the firearm had not been used in the attacks. In fact, it had never even been fired, not once.

"...You did think about this didn't you?"
"Yes." Replied Kasan through gritted teeth.
"Okay. And it didn't occur to you that roads might be blocked off?"
"It did! I was hoping for the best!"
"And the best is only 2 junctions are open... and neither of them are leading to the scene of the explosion."
"That is correct."
"Okay, just wanted to make sure that we were on the same track."
"Alright, im sorry, i made a mistake!"
"...told you we should have stopped at the coffee shop."
"How would that have helped us?"
"Maybe they would have opened the roads by then."
"Mmm. Thats likely." Kasan replied sarcastically. "Maybe the police might have abonded the -" He was cut short by the sight of 3 police cars heading down one of the open junctions.
"Quick, follow those cars!"
"Firstly Jusile, I was going to, and secondly, I'm not a taxi driver in some American film."
"JUST FOLLOW THEM!"
"I am! Look!"
"Good... where do you think they're going?"
"Have to wait and see, I just hope they dont see us following them."

The Major nodded,"We brought some of our own weapons with us... I think we'll have more success if we use those. No offence to your nation, but our personal arms carry somethings you might not have thought of yet."

He brought out what looked like a palm-computer, and looked at it,"Hmm... well, he's not showing up on our trackers, which makes it a little harder to find him... though I didn't expect much else."

He tapped the screen once, and then looked at the president,"Tell me, Mr. President, how easy would it be for a man to get his hands on explosives, handguns, even a long range rifle, in this country?"

An idea was already forming in his head about what might happen...

OOC: Because I'm FT, and you're MT.
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As the two detailed to see the prisoner arrived, they looked in on him, and sighed,"There's always one or two around... never seems we kill enough."

They rapped smartly on the door, and stepped into the main investigation room,"We're here to see the prisoner. We can get some information out of him, that's assuming he's got anything to tell us."

Marnus had been smart. The laptop was completley clean of any incriminating evidence, and the firearm had not been used in the attacks. In fact, it had never even been fired, not once.

The President looked at the major and said softly;

"It is easy to get most weapons from Union Canadian soldiers if you pay the right price."

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"Sure if you want to talk to him, go ahead."

The President looked at the major and said softly;

"It is easy to get most weapons from Union Canadian soldiers if you pay the right price."

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"Sure if you want to talk to him, go ahead."

Brilliant. Corrupt soliders... just what I wasn't hoping for

"I understand, sir. With your permission, I would like to make our headquaters somewhere in this building."
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"Nah, let him stew for a bit."

Agreed, please put your base of operations in the building.

The black van had been following behind the police cars for 15 minutes. The two men hadn't talked to each other for a while, not really sure what to say.

"How... how far are you willing to go?" Asked Jusile, attempting to make a conversation with his brother.
"What do you mean?"
"How far are you willing to go to catch the terrorists?"
"I don't understand. If you mean kill them, then yes, I am willing to do that."
"Are you willing to kill anyone else?"
"You mean, not the terrorists?"
"No, not the terrorists. Police?"
"I... I dunno. I suppose, if I had too."
"And, civilians?"
"Yes, if it means I will be able to stop the terrorists."
"And... what about... me?"
Kasan fell silent. There was a pause between them.
"Jusile, do you remember when we were training to be in the Secret Police?"
"Yes."
"Remember the 3 main rules, don't panic, stay focused, and make necessary sacrifices to do the mission?"
"Yes."
"I don't follow those rules any more."

There was another silence between them. Then all of a sudden, the 3 police cars infront of them turned their lights on and stopped moving, blocking the road infront of them. The van was stuck.

"DAMMIT!" shouted Kasan, smacking his fist off the steering wheel.
"Stay calm, if you act stressed they will suspect we are up to something."
"Guess what? WE ARE UP TO SOMETHING! WE HAVE TWO GUNS IN THE CAR!"
"The van, two guns in the van, and they don't know that, and don't have too if you keep your mouth shut. Heres the plan, your a mute, and I'm your non-mute brother. In other words, you shut up, and I do all the talking."

Agreed, please put your base of operations in the building.
They nodded,"Many thanks."

As they left, the second-in-command said,"What do you think?"

"I think this whole situation is going to get worse long before it gets better. Poole is on the run, and that makes him dangerous. You also heard that the security forces are riddled with corruption, which means the only ones I think we can really trust is ourselves, as bad as that is for international relations."

"What about this arrested man?"

"WE can only wait and see."
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Down at the station, the two members of the team were in the room... torture was not their game. No, there were better ways of getting information out of a man.

After a few hours, they emerged, and beckoned over the senior officer,"We want you to let him go. And don't put a watch team on him... he'll be expecting that. We've already planted a tracker on him, and we'll do the rest... it's our belief that Poole will attempt to make contact with him soon, and arrange the next attack for as soon as possible."

The senior police officer nodded at the two and he nudged two police officers into the room. They told the man that he was free to go and he could collect his stuff, and they were sorry for the misunderstanding.

Marnus brushed himself off, and smiled graciously,"No problem, gentlemen. Everyone makes mistakes."

He walked out of the station, and flagged down the nearest taxi. As he drove, he thought about what had happened, and came to a number of conclusions. The first of these was that there would be a team watching him... most likely made up of Snake Eater nationals who had slight advantages to tracking him. The second was that he was being tracked actively... be it by the nanomachines in his bloodstream, or a transmitter placed on him earlier. Thirdly, he would have to dissapear for a while.

They had just turned onto his street when his cell phone rang, and he picked it up,"Yes?"

"It's me."

"Hello."

"Quite. I see they pulled you in."

"How did you know that?"

"Never underestimate how far-reaching our influence can be. I am pleased with Poole's performance... he is worthy of the next stage."

"You intend to continue with the deal then?"

"But of course. We are too far advanced now to abort. The attack will take place as planned."

"What of our contact?"

"He appears to be smart enough to disappear for now... he should not resurface for a little while. Now, the next phase will take place in two days. Be prepared."

"Yes, sir."

He paid the man, and went back up to his flat to find Poole sprawled across the sofa,"What the hell do you think you're doing!?"

"This seemed like the best place to come..."
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GOvernment HQ
"Mr. President!"