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Toopoxican Organisation, Wealth and Power (MT Diplomacy thread)

Toopoxia
12-04-2006, 02:47
(OOC: yeah it dawned on me recently, I need allies, and enemies, so I'm putting out an international request for anyone wanting an Evil ally or enemy)

Mandell, CEO of Mandell Chemicals, he was smiling in the photo taken of him and his children just 4 weeks previous which now hang on the living room wall, however now he was cowering in the basement, his family had been sent away, far away so they would not be harmed, he knew what was about to happen.

Mandell grabbed a hold of the plank of wood next to him, it could be the only thing to protect himself from the inevitable doom, he cried for a short while as the footsteps passed overhead, he could hear talking, deep talking, the doorknob was rattled, Mandell got ready with the plank.

The Door shattered and fell down the steps, "Mr Mandell." The voice came out the front intercom, "Mr Mandell, cease hiding and we will not harm you." Mandell lept out from behind the stairs and assulted the black Toxitroop who fell down in pain, a single shot from the Toxitooper on the stairs knocked Mandell into deep sleep.

Mandell returned to the living world and looked around at the lab he was cooped up in, he struggled but made no effort in snapping the restraints around his body, "Don't struggle mr Mandell." A voice came from across the room, it was the Leader, "Your business was just too important for me to leave in the will of a citizen, and so I siezed it, as you proclaimed in your will." The leader held up a sheet of paper which read "Mandell Chemicals and all it's assets shall be left to CEO ###### #####" Mandell struggled again, "I told you not to struggle, it'll only make the Blood coagulation work faster."

(OOC: Just through that in as a bonus ((plus I got the idea from Kraven)) Allies away!)
Liberated New Ireland
12-04-2006, 03:13
The Commisar of Secret Operations called Captain Adam Kelly into his office. As usual, his face was cloaked in shadows. Cpt. Kelly's nose wrinkled at the smell of strong cigars.
"Kelly, what are you currently working on?"
"Well, trying to save our collective asses from the Stockroom Murders," Kelly said. He wiped his sweating hand on his pants. "I thought you knew that, sir."
"Of course I knew that. Anyway, have you heard of this organization, Toopoxia?"
"Of course. There's supposed to be a cell working in our nation."
"I know. There is. And I want your help in finding these bastards. I want them hunted down, I want this organisation destroyed." He leaned forward, so that his heavily scarred face was exposed. "And I always get what I want."
"Yes, sir." Cpt. Kelly walked out of the office, trying not to show his nervousness.