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Golden Skies Intl, The Vuhifellian States

Captain Hans Berkman, flying with Van Luxemburg International Airlines, walked over the tarmac towards the 4-engined monster, connected to the terminal of the International Aiport. One of his colleagues, Bill Hathap, had asked him to take his flight for the day, as he was ill and stayed at home. There were nicer things in this city, but Capt. Berkman left it for what it was. He quickly entered the Airbus A340 by one of the auxiliary stairs connected to the aircraft, and met up with his First Officer, a man who introduced himself simply as "Luigi". He probably spoke Italian as his mother language, but other possibilities could also surface. He however had no accent, at least, not a clear one, and looked professional enough.

After half an hour, the aircraft was halfway the taxilane towards the designated runway. Radio contact was frequent, and friendly.

VLI981, Cleared for IFR towards Luxembourg-Findel. depart straight out, climb and maintain 12,000.

Roger. Depart straight out, climb and maintain 12,000.

The Airbus A340 took off, burning it's fuel at a high rate. According to Berkman's info, the engines had been serviced before it's flight to Golden Skies City, and he didn't worry about the state of the aircraft. VLI was known for it's service.

Luigi was more nervous, Berkman saw. While he relaxed and let the autopilot do it's work, Luigi was crampedly looking at all the gauges, switched and LCD monitors on the jet. Berkman didn't think anything about it. His own first officer was new at his job, and did the same.

Later, above Van Luxemburg..

The Airbus A340 followed FL180, while slowly descending and on the go-around in queue for landing on runway 4-Left. Luigi was still looking at all the gauges, while Hans concentrated on the descend, using his autopilot. It was a busy day, and the passengers were getting impatient. However, he needed all the concentration he got to land the plane, and get all the pasengers back home or on holiday safely.

Suddenly, the complete cockpit was covered in a red glow, coming from several lights on the panel.

OIL PRESSURE
FUEL LOW
LIGHT L

With a quick look on the LCD monitor, Berkman saw that a hole had been made on the Left wing, taking down all oil pressure and draining fuel from the left wingtank. Also, contact had been lost with all flaps and steering equipment on the left wing, which made the aircraft hard to fly and willing to bank to the left, as it was locked in that position by the autopilot.

Sweat dripped off Luigi's face, as he checked a service manual. He read, and his eyes became bigger with every sentence he read.

Last service: 09/1999

He checked the date. 04/2006.

Engine hours: 809001

Notes:
Problem with left wing. Not urgent. Missing screws.
DATE: 09/1999

He turned to Berkman.

"Sir. We have a serious problem."

He showed the reports to his Captain, which was so shocked that he sat back in his seat and took his hands of the controls. Then, in an impulse, he grabbed the radio and made an announcement.

Attention, Attention Findel Tower. Mayday, Mayday. Flight VLI981 has serious problems with it's left wing. I repeat: Mayday, Mayday. VLI981.

That's a roger. You are cleared to use runway 4L immediately.

From all sides of the airport, firetrucks and support vehicles hurried towards Runway 4L, on which the Airbus with bad luck was intending to land. Airplanes were took from the runway, and all others in the sky had been directed away to other airports.

Airbus A340 "Anthony Fokker", Van Luxemburg International Airlines

Acknowledged. Preparing for emergency.

Meanwhile, a steward was alarming the passengers about the fact that an Emergency landing was coming.

"Ladies and Gentlemen. The Captain has the following announcement to make. The aircraft has some problems, and he will be performing a landing on Luxembourg-Findel as soon as possible. We ask you to strap on your Seat Belt, and put your life vest on. The instruction booklet next to your seat will show you how to do that."

A man on Business Class shouted to the front.

"But we aren't above water, are we?"

The steward shook his head.

"No, but the Life Vest has an emergency parachute."

From all over the aircraft, feared people looked around in their vicinity if they could find their relatives and/or friends.

In the cockpit, Hans and Luigi bathed in sweat. No other lights had started to burn, but the sound of the autopilot shutting up was terrifying to both the crewmembers.

Okay, Perform a Throttle change. 100%.

The engines revved up, but not for long. Seconds after they had their throttle set to 100, The sound vanished from the cockpit, and several more LEDs lighted up.

TANKS EMPTY
ENGINE 1 FAILURE
ENGINE 2 FAILURE
ENGINE 4 FAILURE
ENGINE 3 OVERHEATED
HYDRAULICS FAILURE
LANDING GEAR

More and more lights began to light the cockpit, and especially the panel.

"Damnit. If we lose the hydraulics, this aircraft can't use it's flaps anymore. Neither can it use it's steering.With all engine's off and no Landing Gear, we're having a problem."

With a tremendous amount of force, the aircraft levelled, as the hydraulics failed on the steering. The electronics managed to keep it steady, but it wasn't flyable anymore. With an even bigger disaster looming on the horizon...

Minutes later, both pilots almost jumped of their seats from hearing the feared sound. One single light, one beep that indicated that it was all over.

ELECTRONICS FAILURE

The aircraft began to shout, just before it was rudely cut off because of the electronics failure.
Stall! Stall! St..

The whole jet was silent. Only the passengers could be heard, and the two pilots busy trying to manually land the huge Airbus. However, at a sink rate of some 4500 ft/minute, and already at a height of only 8000 feet, they had a serious problem. The aircraft would crash into the ground, in less than two minutes....

One Minute Later...

From the cockpit, the German landscape, most notably the Black Forest or Schwarzwald, appeared from out of the clouds. Only a few meters below them, a large field was an ideal place for an emergency landing, just before the aircraft would drop off a hill and land on the Autobahn, which came out of a tunnel there. Only a few cars and trucks drove on it, and it was wide enough for the Airbus to land on.

With a tremendous amount of force, the pilots knew to level the plane and allowed it to slightly point the nose upwards. However, the aircraft had toom much speed, and razed through two pine trees, hung in the air for a few seconds and dove down at high speed, crashing into the Autobahns, making a belly landing and levelling off right before another tunnel. Here, in the middle of the Autobahn, with pinetrees on all sides and several farms in the distance, aswell as a fuel station, the aircraft was waiting for help...

Golden Skies City
Several Hours Earlier

Several figures were sitting around a large, round table, one of them, with a horribly burned face...

"So, you will leave this country?"

"Yes, I plan to, but first, I need the Consortium's help, you see, the Council of Internal Security's Ministry for Departing International Flights has very strict security measures and...."

"Very well, we will take care of security for you, which airport and which airline?"

"Golden Skies Intl.- VLIA"

New Hivez
Channel 82-VCNN

"Yesterday's match between the North Point Colonials and the Golden Skies Natives ended with a 8-6 win for the Colonials, earning them the 4th place spot on the Cross-Continent Soccer Cup.

Turning away from sports, we bring you both international and domestic affairs with Pete Herming;

Today's wedding between Patrick Malone and Alicia Daniels marks the union of two of the 'Great Families'. Patrick Malone has stated that he will be taking the 200 year old Kazach tradition of 'Jugousgtu', accepting his wife's family name while abandoning his own.

Today marks the anniversary of the Battle of the Comona Islands, fought 74 years ago by CFF terrorists and the VA.

And, this just in, an airliner has crashed in Van Luxemburg, the aircraft had departed from Golden Skies Intl a few hours before. The Council of Internal Security and it's Ministry for Departing International Flights is mounting an investigation beginning with the maintenance records of the aircraft. Currently, fatality and injury reports are unavailable..."

Van Luxemburg

The man whose face was horribly burned was sitting, unharmed, with two other men, both had stern faces and their thoughts only thought on thing, 'don't get caught'.

Soon, the three men got up out of their seats, took down a duffle-bag, and withdrew three XM-8 rifle's and kevlar vests...

"Everybody! On the ground! Don't move!"

Somewhere in the Schwarzwald...

As soon as the Airplane screeched to a halt, Luigi and Hans jumped out of the cockpit, hurrying towards the exit. The sweat they produced during the initial flight was nothing compared to what they now made. However, they were stopped halway, by a man, aiming an XM-8 at the two. Luigi almost jumped onto Hans, but managed to keep standing on his own feet. Both put their hands up in the air, and kept standing, while all other passengers had dropped on the ground. Well...

Suddenly, a single Air Marshall stood up, pulling out his SIG-Sauer P250 pistol. He tried to aim it at one of the three persons, but was shot in the back by another person, slowly pushing it's MP-9 back into his pocket.

Leonardo Ventimiglia. Maffia Siciliano. Welcome to Van Luxemburg, Ladies and Gentlemen. I suggest...

Leonardo waited, and looked to all three men. His eyes fixed on Fortstall, and he went on.

Mr. Fortstall, that we are working together for this. Done?

Rottweil

Rottweil was a little town along the Autobahn, on the outskirts of the Schwarzwald. It was home to one of the bureau's of the Autobahn Police, or Autobahnpolizei, as said by the German-speaking population. Most of the time, the Policiers sat at their desks or performed patrols along the Autobahn.

Polizei Rottweil, Gutenmorgen? Flugzeugcrash? Nein, nein, wir haben nichts gehört. Schön Gut. Aufwiedersehen!*
(Police Rottweil, Goodmorning? Aircraftcrash? No, no, we haven't heard anything. Ok already. See you!)

With a bang, the Policier put the horn down and ran towards his vehicle, followed by other personnel, which had been monitoring the Motorway camera's recording the event. Several police vehicles drove off, burning rubber in the progress. They were joined by the Firetrucks of the Rottweil Feuerwehr (Fire Department), aswell as ambulances coming from all over the region.

At the local Air Traffic Control in Donaueschingen, the Controller looked up as he saw the Airbus blending with it's environment, and vanishing off the radar. Donaueschingen wasn't a large airport, but managed to send two specialised Firetrucks to the scene, while calling up all other services available. For the Controller, it was a busy time. Helicopters requested access to the spot, and the controller needed to avoid collisions with other aircraft flying over, on the Go-Around for Luxembourg Intl.

Autobahn A81

The Airbus stood lonely on the asphalt, with it's engines touching the ground, and a landing gear deployed loosely, hanging above the ground. The sound of sirens came closer, and closer. From a distance, blue lights could be seen, heading towards the aircraft. On the spot, Policiers ran around and firetrucks neared the wreckage, meanwhile engaging their pumps and firing a line of water and foam towards the aircraft. Ambulances stood ready along the secundary roads, waiting for access to the scene. Enormous traffic jams stood on both sides, with people trying to see what happened, and meanwhile trying to get home, to check if everything was alright.

RTVL 1, 2, 3.

At 11.00 in the morning, the early Children's show was on. Happy colours moving around on the screen, with children playing in the sand and cartoons being played for the older children.

However, this was rudely interrupted.

We pause this broadcast for breaking news. Near Rottweil, in the Germany Region, an Airbus Passenger aircraft from Van Luxemburg International Airlines, inbound for Luxembourg-Findel Intl. and coming from Golden Skies Intl. in The Vuhifellian States, has crashed onto Autobahn A81. The police has said that no deaths have been recorded yet, and the Aircraft Safety Authority would investigate this affair. The aircraft reported heavy problems with it's left wing to the Air Traffic Control, which cleared a runway for the aircraft on Luxembourg-Findel. The aircraft has however crashed into the Schwarzwald. We will keep you updated.

Supreme Council Building (Cabinet of the President)
New Hivez
Emergency Supreme Council Meeting

"Please tell us, Councilor Jingat, why did you call a meeting of the Supreme Council without notifying the President? Or even the Ministry of Department Conversion?" Asked Councilor Urez, Supreme Councilor of the Council of War...

"As you all know, the Ministry of Departing International Flights is under my command, and, also as you all know, a VLIA aircraft crashed into a highway just a few minutes ago, seeing as not all of the Supreme Councilors are here yet, I will reveal what has been brought to my attention..."

Supreme Councilor Jingat was the Supreme Councilor of the Council of Internal Security, she was the one notified immediately after the findings of the Minitry of Departing International Flight's findings...

"The Ministry for Departing International Flights conducted an immediate investigation of the cause of the crash, before it was deduced that the left wing had failed during flight, an officer of the Golden Skies Police Department was ordered to look up the identities of all passengers onboard to rule out a terrorist incident..."

She then reached to her side and pulled out a large folder, marked 'Military Intelligence-Do NOT Open' and threw it down on the table, with several red papers inside, photgraphs, and white papers marked with a purple seal, the seal of the Ministry of Military Intelligence.

"What the officer found, relates directly to the coup attempt one year ago, and also to the subsequent Okchaburst Federal Prison riots, and the re-formation of the Kazach Order. One of the men's identities, is a known alias of Osea-1, second in command of the New Kazach Order, also Howard Fortstall's lieutenant."

She then reached inside, and drew out several photographs of a man with a horribly burned face.

"The security footage from earlier today, indicates that Howard Fortstall, or a dummy puppet, is also on that flight, they were accompanied by another man whose identity we are still trying to figure out..."

And that was it...several councilor's faces went blank, their eyes grew huge, their skin turned ghost white...why would Fortstall...or his puppet, go to a Van Luxemburg?

"Also...we recieved an anonymous report from a security guard in GSC-Intl a few hours ago, stating that the Consortium was involved...his body was found by GSPD in the Fang River a short time later, after a kidnapping incident was reported to the Administrative Offices in Oka District."

"Well then, it seems that we can't turn a blind eye to this, but we also can't let VCNN or the NRN get a hold of this information."

"This folder is now under the jurisdiction of the Council of Internal Security, I am upgrading its security status from Black to Kazach, under Article III, Section IX of the Federal Constitution of 2074, I am assuming complete and utter control of all Council and Ministry actions that relate to the incident being discussed. This meeting is over."

Van Luxemburg

"You're mafia, eh?" Asked Osea-1, "So, how do I know...you won't kill us for money?"

He then raised his rifle at the man's head, before one of the other men pulled out a knife, and held it to Osea-1's throat....

"It would be unwise of you to point your gun at a man who we owe our lives to, lower your weapon, this is not the time..."

Then the man with the burned face turned to Leonardo..."Well then, I see you know my name, what can I do for you today..."

Autobahn A81

Firetrucks stormed along, while a few men, using a mobile ladder mounted on one of the trucks, drove towards one of the exits of the aircraft and tried to open it. With a welder, they got to work to burn the doors open and try to get the passengers out.

Airbus A340 "Anthony Fokker"

Leonardo turned to Fortstall, speaking slowly.

"Well, there are lots of police and other services outside. I'm not so interested in them, but still need to get off this plane unseen. They're looking for me, you know."

A terrifying sound, coming from the doors, came closer and closer. The door fell out, and several firemen came in to look after the passengers, not knowing of any hijacking.

"Well, well, fresh meat...Osea..."

"Roger, DON'T MOVE! You move, you die!"

Ceremonial Palace
New Hivez

"Ah, so it's Patrick Daniels now, eh?"

"Shut up dad, you still got John Paul to carry on the bloodline, speaking of which, where's mom? I haven't seen her anywhere..."

Avery Malone's eyes turned sad, he didn't have the heart to tell his son about the Fire Flood in Golden Skies City four years ago, at least not on a day of celebration like this.

"Hey, Patty! You finally decided to follow in my footsteps and get married huh? See, I told you I would get a girl first!"

"Kieth and Michelle Brockman, hi there! You didn't just stop by to make fun of me and Alicia here did ya'?"

"No, we came here to get drunk, just like good ol' days, speaking of which, I know there's this HUGE wine cellar in the Presidential Palace, ooohhh, and can we get to stay over during the days, you know, that apartment you guys supplied us with isn't as great as our own Palace!?"

"Hehe, yeah, right, I like shooting things and my wife is an expert sniper, gee, what the heck, great family"

Among the laughter and high spirits of the moment, Alicia's cell phone rang, and she picked it up immediately...

'Work? On a day like this? God, how did my father put up with this'

"Hello, talk to me..."

"Ma'am, the Ministry for Departing International Flights has revealed that Osea-1 is heading towards Van Luxemburg with an accomplice believed to be Howard Fortstall...."

Her face turned pale, good Tyth, why, why did he have to appear today.

"Hey, Alici...I mean, wife, god that's gonna' be hard to say, me and the guys are heading out for some drinks!"

"Sorry, can't make it, work, you understand..."

The second Patrick got into a waiting car with some of their friends, Alicia got back on the phone, "I want a full report, on my desk, by the time I get back to the Palace, I also want all materials relating even slightly to this case, you understand! I'm authorizing a full federal investigation into this, keep it away from VCNN and the NRN, you got that!"

"Yes ma'am!"

Airbus A340 "Anthony Fokker"

The firemen threw their hands in the air, and during the move, they engaged a microphone, warning the people outside.

We have a hostage situation here. Request reinforcements...

Autobahn A81

Police cars stood at the crash locations, warning lights engaged. Policiers (the common name for a Police Officer in Van Luxemburg) ran around the spot, pulling their pistols out of the holsters they carried, next to the pepperspray. Police cars drove off and arrived on the spot, while the first TCT units began to arrive, in their luxury sedans. Mostly coloured black, their inventory consisted of Mercedes-Benz, BMW, Audi, Lancia, Maserati, Renault and many others. Brake marks were common now, on the asphalt of the A81. Operatives, with their body covered with the known Kevlar plating, began to take up covert positions in the woods surrounding the aircraft, aswell as on the plain Autobahn.

Escorted by several Volvo's, a somewhat large Mercedes-Benz Atego truck stopped on the asphalt, while the local police commissar opened the doors on the back. They revealed a highly advanced C3I center, allowing the commissar to command his men during the hijack. When deployed, he could issue orders and request more forces.

After some minutes, the truck was completely ready for operation. Meanwhile, the Military had offered to send sharpshooters, which were accepted by the Commissar with no great joy, as he thought his Policiers could do the job on themselves. Now, from a nearby base ( Kazerne Donaueschingen, near the Airbase there), several trucks reported to deliver the sharpshooters, which took up positions in trees all along the wreckage.

They were followed by a Compagnie of the 116th Mechanised Brigade at Ulm,
arriving some hours late, due to the heavy traffic jams. It was a long way over the Autobahn to come from Ulm when the traffic jams covered the whole distance. The Compagnie had some 144 men, together with 12 SPz-9 Infantry Fighting Vehicles and several other weapons, aswell as the usual support.

Presidential Palace

"Get me a video-link with Grand Duke Koen van Luxemburg of Van Luxemburg!"

"Yes ma'am!"

Alicia was staring at the report hastily brought together in her hand, according to this, two known terrorists were on that plane and a third unknown accomplice was with them.

"Dammit! Can I get that video-link now!"

Van Luxemburg

"Damn, dammit all to hell, why are more police arriving!"

Osea 1 was looking out the window, and saw several more police units pull up, some he recognized, others...

"Shut up! So, Mr. Mafia-Man? How do you propose we get out of this mess, I'm sure the local police chiefs and politicians wouldn't mind a piece of my wallet, now would they?"

Airbus A340 "Anthony Fokker"

"I will solve this. Make them clear that they don't need to have so much men around."

The man looked out of the window, and just saw that one of the SPz-9's turned towards the wreckage he was in. He picked up his MP-9 and breached the window, before firing two rounds at the SPz-9. The IFV reacted immediately, by firing a round from it's 35mm cannon, accompanied by a hail of bullets out of the M2 .50 on top of the vehicle. Leonardo's face was immediately breached, and the .50 bullets came too late to assist. blood flew everywhere, some spatters even hitting other passengers. Leonardo fell down, At least, what was left of it. He softly touched down in the chair he was seated in during the flight, now without a head.

From outside the aircraft, a voice sounded.

Don't try that again, or we will fire one of our missiles, got that?

Autobahn A81

The local Police Chief furiously threw himself out of the command truck, and came storming towards the IFV that fired the single round. With a single knock, he managed to get the Commander out of the vehicle, looking quite content with the results of his action.

"What in Fuck's name are we doing? If they took that seriously, we have a risk they'll kill all passengers, or even more, and blow up the complete aircraft. You're mad, you know that?"

The Police Chief already walked away, before the Commander of the IFV was able to respond.

The Grand-Ducal Palace

A message for you, Mister

Oh, what would it be... The Grand Duke commented, acting not-so-surprised.

He quickly got behind his desk, and a large TFT screen came down in front of him, showing the face of Alicia Daniels.

"Well, Miss..." The Grand Duke paused, looked puzzled, and returned to his conversation. "...Daniels.. Hmm, I didn't expect to hear that name with you..."
He said, speaking out softly. "..Anyways. I suppose you've contacted me about the Hijacking?" "..It's a shame that I couldn't be at the wedding, by the way." he hastily added.

Presidential Palace

"Don't worry about it, and, yes, this is about the hijacking, in case your intelligence agencies haven't already picked this up, we have a known terrorist onboard that aircraft along with a man who may or may not be Howard Fortstall"

She paused for a moment, picking up the folder that was delivered to her desk just a few minutes ago.

"There is also one man who's identity we cannot confirm but...his figure is not in a single one of our databases, trust me, I've had the supercomputers earch through every one, convicted felons, known terrorists, voting citizens, permanent non-citizens, everything you name, I've searched through, but it's like this man doesn't even exist...Not to mention we're having one hell of a time keeping this out of the hands of VCNN and NRN"

Airbus 340

"Holy shit!" was all Howard Fortstall could get out from his throat, no, he wasn't suprised, he had seen death before, more grusome than this, but the fact that for once, authorities might be able to kill him...that was a new prospect.

"Fortstall, don't act so suprised, we are...terrorists after all..."

"How can you act so calmly throughout this! Bastard! You came to me! Not the other way around! The hell do you think you are!"

"Viktor Ananko, I know you haven't heard that name since you were a baby but I'll make it clear to them..."

He pointed his pistol at one of the firefighters that had come in and pulled the trigger.

The Grand-Ducal Palace

Koen got out of his chair and made a few steps through his room.

Fortstall... I thought already. And another guy, and a third guy. OK. There was a fourth one, but one of our IFV's accidentally shut him up with a 35mm bullet. We suspect he was from Van Luxemburg. Mafia.

Autobahn A81

The shot ripped through the renewed silence, and all officers and soldiers got down on the ground to prevent them from getting hit. They saw one of the firefighters dropping out of the aircraft, by the stairs, and when the emergency services got to him, he was officially pronounced dead.

This is the Van Luxemburgian Emergency Services Taskforce! Surrender, and we won't hurt you!, one of the Chiefs shouted through a megaphone, before trying to contact one of the cellphones inside the aircraft.

However, before he was able to do that, he got a note in his hands.

Commander of IFV SPz-9 has become a Millionaire. Government pays 10 Million for every hostagetaker, except Howard Fortstall. The price on his head is $1 Billion Dollars. Preferably Alive. Dead is not as preferred, and they'll only pay out half of the price then. That Commander just earned $5 Million USD.

"Dammit! You're as crazy as your great-great-grandfather you know that! You just killed a god damn hostage!"

"If it wasn't one of our own, don't get so riled up over it. These bastards. They think they can kill us, well fuck them!"

He raised his XM-8 rifle towards a row of hostages, but at the last moment, was interrupted by a cell phone ringing in his pocket.

"This is Vikto Ananko, who in Tyth's name is this!"

Presidential Palace

"Ma'am, we've got a problem!"

Alicia's aide interrupted her in the middle of the call to the Grand Duke.

"Dammit, did Patrick get arrested already!"

"No ma'am, turn to channel 29-NRN..."

"This better be good."

She typed in a few words in her computer, and a holoscreen popped up next to the video-phone...

Channel 29-NRN

"Hello, this is Northern Region News bringing you live footage of the crisis surrounding the crashed aircraft in Van Luxemburg. Our sources indicate that the plane was brought down by hijacking and/or explosives..."

Alicia slapped herself in the head, "They have the wrong story but they found out the generalities of it at least..."

"And...oh my...VAF communication tapping has just revealed... a man who claims to be 'Viktor Ananko' is on that flight, one of the hijackers..."

"What!? Grand Duke! Koen! Hey! Whatever you do, bring all of them in alive!"

"Are you even sure he's a relative of Villa Ananko ma'am?"

"We'll sort that out after this is over, just make sure he doesn't die!"

The Grand-Ducal Palace

"I'll immediately take action, Miss Daniels. Alive, it is."

The Grand Duke walked over to his Desktop PC, and added a few notes to the situation.

"Okay, people will now only get their money if the hijackers are brought in alive. I've also ordered to take that Camera team away from there."

Autobhan A81

After some waiting, the Chier of Police answered the unfriendly voice.

The Local Chief of Police. Now, tell me. What do you want from us? We don't have anything to offer, beyond a hail of bullets. You might've seen that already. Does the name "Leonardo" mean anything to you? He's known with the Police, and escaped a prison a few weeks ago. Now, what are your demands?

Meanwhile, a complete arrestation team ran over the grass, heading away from the aircraft, but towards a camera team, overlooking the crash site.

They arrived minutes later, when a Mercdes-Benz M-Class stopped at the position of the camera team, unloading two Policiers, looking not too friendly.

Sirs, this is forbidden area. you may not film here. You have exactly 5 minutes to pack up and move off, before we'll arrest you. You have crossed the Police Line, and you may be happy that we've not arrested you immediately. 5 minutes, and shut that camera down, now!

Van Luxemburg

"Hey, man, whatever happened to freedom of the press, we got a right to be here!"

"This is a conspiracy, isn't it! Another move towards fascism!"

The news reporters from VCNN and NRN were hurried off the site by orders from their respective news vans, and were now driving off, blasting propoganda messages of Vuhifellian Fascism and Van Luxemburgian oppression into Vuhifellian TV sets.

Inside the aircraft

"What we want...it is not 'what', but 'who'. We want Greykan-One released from Okchabursk Federal Prison, that is our main demand. Our second demand, is that you back off from the aircraft, and bring in New Kazach Order forces to get us out of here. That is all."

"What Howard Fortstall left out, however, is to repay to the Daniels family what they did to my family 100 years ago, we want to see the entire family burn and their remains offered to all the Gods, all the Angels, all the Saints, and all the Demons, they must die!"

Van Luxemburg

Just before they saw the reporters vanishing in their vans, the Policiers managed to get a radio message through.

This is Patrol Zeta-Delta 2-1. We have a violation of Law Papa-X-Ray 23. Zeta-Delta asks attention to all units in the area: Two vans, Details following.

The men saw the vans vanishing in the distance, clearly violating the speed limits. They quickly got into their Mercedes-Benz M-class, an SUV adjusted to the forests in the area. The car drove off, leaving a cloud of dust and rubble flying around.

Zeta-Delta 2-1. Addition. Violation of Speed Limit. Details:

Type of Vehicle: Mercedes-Benz Sprinter
Colour: Blue With lettres: NRN
License: L2301

Type of Vehicle: Renault Master
Colour: White with Lettres VCNN
License: L5691

Request HQ to verify. All units: lookout. Currently in Pursuit of the Merc.


The vehicle engaged it's warning lights and sirens, and screeched through the landscape, closing in on one of the vans.

Autobahn A81

After some waiting, the Police Chief decided to answer.

Yes, anything else? We only deal in ways to flee, not in releases of another nation. We can't murder a family, secondly, we can't arrange another military to pick you up. That would cause a great stir down here, and we can't stand in for your security then. Last part: We need to talk about those releases. Maybe The Vuhifellian States agrees, maybe not. I'll check back on you later...

Presidential Palace

"They want what!"

"They want the release of Greykan-One from Okchabursk Federal Prison ma'am, they want the New Kazach Order to pick them up and fly them out country, and they want you, your father, and your husband to die."

"Shit. Is it just me or does the natural world seem to hate this continent?"

Van Luxemburg

"I see...well, in that case, we will drop the last two demands...but...I will execute one hostage every thirty minutes that Greykan-One remains in prison. Beginning now. Should you try anything stupid, we will plant explosives on the aircraft directly linked to our vital signs, when all three of us die, the plane will explode...."

OOC: I know, I totally stole this part [part of it] off of Air Force One

"Plant the bombs now, Fortstall, cockpit, Osea, rear bathroom. Move out."

Roadforks Bar
New Hivez

"So I says to em', I says, 'Hey! Johnnie! Wife learned the letter Y yet!?' and he frickin' drives into a hole!"

Laughter surrounded a table filled with old friends, Presidential Guards stood outside the bar, inside, cigarette smoke filled it.

"Mr. Daniels?"

"What is it! Can't you see I'm trying to savor, nay, drink, this Anaheim..."

"Mr. Daniels..."

"Oh fine, what is it?"

A Presidential Guard leaned into Patrick's ear, whispered something, then pulled away, Patrick's eyes went wide...

"So, that bastard wants to play games with innocent lives eh? Get me a rifle and a helicopter, quick, we'll get that bastard outta' prison, then we'll blow his brains out on international TV!"

Van Luxemburg

"Dammit! What did we do!"

Both the NRN and VCNN vehicles pulled over to the side of the road as they heard police sirens approaching.

Van Luxemburg

The M-Class braked, and slowly decelerated to eventually stop right behind the two vans. The two officers got out of the vehicle, calmly, and walked towards the two vans like they had all the time the world had to offer.

When they arrived, they opened the door of the vehicle and turned to the driver.

Okay. I saw a violation of the Police Line, I saw obstruction of the work of a Police Officer, and a big, fat violation of the speed limit. This is gonna cost you serious time and money. You're free to go right now, as we can't take you away right now, but one thing is certain. You'll need to walk home, as we will take your license. it was a 60km/h violation of an 80 km/h road. This means you went 140 on this straight. And, we're allowed to take in your license at 50 km/h too fast. Bad luck, guys. You'll receive the call for the court day at your mail adress. we'll finish business then.

They returned to their car, to check up with the PD, and shared information on the caught reporters. Shortly thereafter, they returned to the drivers to take in their driving licenses.

Autobahn A81

Calmly, the Chief responded, waiting until his men returned from the vicinity of the aircraft, retreating to a safe distance.

Well, that's The Vuhifellian States' Case, as I see they have the prisoner, not us. So, I'll put you on hold for the moment. I can't help it, and we ask you to wait with the executions until we got word from The Vuhifelllian States. Bureaucracy is bad, I know...

"Mr. Policeman, whatever your rank is, know this. You are concerned about these worthless lives, we are concerned about our agenda. It's a proven fact that dead civilians make governments work faster, you have 20 minutes before we execute the first hostage, do not contact us until Greykan-One is out of jail."

News Vans

"Look, the Consortium will pay out for any and all fines you impose on us, look, I'll even give you our Currency Card to prove it. Arresting us and giving us tickets is just a more time consuming way of getting your money, so how about ya' let us go, eh?"

News Vans

That's because you will have to walk home. I have your licenses, and you may not drive a car anymore. You will be notified when the court day will be starting. Also, you just obstructed me in my function again. That makes the fine, or penalty, whatever it will be, even higher. It's not gonna look good, my friend... Let me name all your violations of the law:

Crossing of a Police Line
Obstructing the work of an Officier, 2 times
Extreme Speed violations

Oh, and, wait, the Consortium is Mafia, not?

The Officer wrote down another line.

Joining in Illegal Organised Criminal Activities.

Autobahn A81

We've contacted them, don't worry. However, I would recommend you contact one of our psychologists. They can help you, really. We've already called one, it's up to you if you want it. Beyond that, Did you really think you could get away from this position? You only have a few bullets, and can't get out of here unseen, as we have everything locked down. What did you think you would need to do?

Message

From: The Grand Duchy of Van Luxemburg
To: The Vuhifellian States

We request the release of a person known by the name Greykan-1, as requested by Mr. Fortstall, currently holding a plane in Van Luxemburg.

We're trying to talk him out of it, but the chance is little, and we don't want 300 people to die.

Presidential Palace

"Shit. He's executing hostages now Madam President."

"I know, I'm watching the whole thing on a VAF-InSat via laser microphone."

"Ma'am! An incoming fax!"

From: The Grand Duchy of Van Luxemburg
To: The Vuhifellian States

We request the release of a person known by the name Greykan-1, as requested by Mr. Fortstall, currently holding a plane in Van Luxemburg.

We're trying to talk him out of it, but the chance is little, and we don't want 300 people to die.


"Get me a direct line to Okchabursk Federal Prison! Now!"

"We don't negotiate with terrorists, remember?"

"I'm not negotiating, I'm saving those lives!"

Okchabursk Federal Prison
Hivez

"Yes ma'am....yes ma'am...what!?....Yes ma'am..."

A man on the phone at the main entry desk gave a nod to the gate officer next to him, and pulled out a folder from the file cabinet behind him.

"It's Kyul Ouish, release him."

He handed the gate officer the folder, and him and another guard walked over to the large, steel blast doors in the entrance to the cells, the both inserted keys on opposite sides of the door and both entered in a different key code, the security light above the doors turned from red to green, and both men walked into the main hallway, where several steel doors, with no windows or apparent handles, dotted the walls.

Van Luxemburg

"Osea 1, go activate the radio system, Fortstall, you herd the passengers to the rear of the craft!"

"Yes, Mr. Ananko!"

Viktor Ananko then dialed a number on his cell phone, and began speaking to the police-man again.

"It has been thirty minutes, I will execute tone hostage now. Unless I hear that Greykan-One has been released, that is. Also, if any snipers, or IFV's, or any other shit you have out there kill any of my men. I will execute an aditional 10 hostages. These peoples' lives are in your hands..."

He then put the cell phone in his pocket, so the police outside could hear what would go on next, and grabbed a woman from the group Howard Fortstall was herding towards the rear.

"Osea, anything on the radio yet!?"

"Vuhifell says that they're still discussing releasing him in the Palace."

"I see...miss, what's your name..."

Viktor pointed a desert eagle pistol at her head, she was young, pretty, apparently around 24 years of age...

"S...Sara Gurag..."

"You're purpose in Van Luxemburg?"

"Returning home from tourism, sir..."

"I see, did you enjoy Vuhifell?"

"No sir."

"Why not?"

"Golden Skies City is too big sir..."

Ananko then began to laugh very loud, very hard, almost losing his grip on the girl's hair.

"Oh, that's good...tell me Sara, do you have children?"

"Y-yes..."

"I see. Mr. Police-man, I know you can hear this, it has been thirty minutes and Greykan-One is not yet released from prison. I stated that I would execute one hostage for every thirty minutes he is not out of jail. And now, because of you, and because of Mrs. Daniels, this woman's children will now grow up without a mother!"

He pulled the trigger, immediately throwing her corpse onto the ground, and turned to the rest of the passengers.

"This woman isa great negotiator, she has just bought you an extra thirty minutes of life."

Autobahn A81

The Police Chief cursed. Next to him, a sniper stood, aiming his rifle at one of the windows of the aircraft. He couldn't see the hijackers, but loaded his rifle with the bullets he thought he would need. He then took the weapon of death off his aim, and shoved a small scope on top of it. By switching the button, he engaged it and then returned to his old stance. The Thermal vision was installed, and he could see hundreds of people seated on the aircraft, with only some persons standing. One held a hot object, probably the weapon that had just been fired. He also had a cellphone to his ear, and seemed to be busy. The sharpshooter showed this image to the Chief, and handed a Thermal-Vision-Binoculars to him, aswell as the man standing behind the two. He wore a blue overcoat, with the usual police striping, used by the Van Luxemburgian Police. Only the back of his coat revealed what he was. With white lettres, his coat showed

Police Psychologist

And the logo of the Munich PD. The person dropped his cigarette and stepped on it before he took the binoculars, and studied the man who was Viktor Ananko. Then, he took some notes, and handed them to the Police Chief.

Name: Viktor Ananko (Probably)
Age: Unknown
Observations: Looks like a man who could cold-bloodedly kill someone. Not the one I'd like to see in a dark street during my saturday-night-eve. He isn't going to break soon. Don't count on it.


Then, the Police Chief looked out for his Cellphone.

Ananko, this is the Police. You know we're busy with it, so why did you kill someone? We know you have a radio and busy tracking what's happening in Vuhifell. You have three choices, at the moment. Or surrender to us, or die in that aircraft while it is stormed by our Counter-Terrorism units, or die in that aircraft, when you conclude there's no food left. You know, pilots always drop their unnecessary loads when they're gonna crash. Also, they ditched fuel, so don't count on it getting blown up easily. Goodbye, Mr. Viktor Ananko.

He didn't take the phone of his ear, and listened what would happen.

Thionville

Slowly, a BMW 3-series drove up the boulevard, with the driver watching it's speed and shifting work. The car was coloured in white, with a few touches which made it clear that this was a police car. It halted halfway down the boulevard, ending up nearly rammed by the following cars. The officers inside quickly put up their hats, and stepped onto the trottoir. They walked towards a freshly-painted door, in the middle of an expensive apartment block. One of the Policiers rung the bell, and the two waited. The door was quickly opened by a woman in her seventies, dressed with the trends of thrity years ago in mind. probably the last time she went out shopping, one of the Policiers thought. She looked kind of surprised when she saw the two rather young officers standing at the door, and began with her sentence.

What's the ma...

both officers took off their hat, and held it close to them.

Ma'am, I think we have bad news for you. May we come in?

The woman opened the door further, and let the officers pass. She then walked into the living room herself, followed by the two, a man and a woman.

Miss, I'm afraid your daughter....

The Policier was unable to finish his sentence, and was stopped dead in it's tracks by the woman.

She is dead, ain't she? She was on that flight.

She said it plain and slow, right-to-the-point. Her eyes pointed out of the window, following the movement of cars on the Boulevard. Her eyes were large, almost as large as they could possibly be. She was staring.

Yes, ma'am. Sara Gurag was murdered by the Hijacker, as the second victim of the Hijack. I'm very sorry for you. Do you think you will need help from our people to keep the pain away?

She abruptly returned to normal life, pointing her eyes towards the Policer who made the suggestion.

No. Rather kill that bastard. Also, her Husband is on that flight. Help him.

The words went over her lips slowly, before she bursted into tears.

Okchabursk Federal Prison

"Kyul Ouish, capture code: Greykan-One. We are here to...release you from your sentence of 3000 years in Federal Prison."

"Well, it's about bloody time."

"Also, you are hereby, by Presidential Orders, cleared of all charges, your record will be cleared, and you will be escorted to a safe location out of the country."

"Uyrn."

"Huh?"

"This is why I did what I did, because you bloody idiots don't even know the Vuhifellian language. It means, 'thank you.' Now get me out of this dump."

"Yes sir!"

Consortium HQ
Golden Skies City

"This situation is interesting, the Ananko family has finally popped up again."

"Keep the news of Greykan-One's release off of every signal leaving Vuhifell, I want to watch how this turns out..."

Van Luxemburg

"Heh, Mr. Police-man, you forget. We have bombs on-board that are linked to our vitals, you kill us, you kill the hostages, I said their lives were in your hands. Osea-One will now be placing a machanism on these bombs to detonate if they are moved or if they are tampered with, if you shoot Osea-One, I will shoot ten hostages, is that clear Mr. Officer, or should I draw a picture!"

"Yes sir!"

"Remember back in Vuhifell when you fought against Fortstall, so many of your troops died, you know, I showed my son, and he laughed, of course I didn't, I didn't laugh because I didn't have the air to laugh, hehe, that's what happens when you reach that age...."

Viktor then paused, and resumed talking to the police chief, now with a certain sadistic smile, "I can tell you one thing, it wasn't Fortstall running the shit over there, and it sure as hell isn't him over here. You now have 24 minutes until I execute the next hostage."

Over the radio system, the words 'Greykan-One has been' played, until the signal blackout, courtesy of the Consortium, blocked out all remaining signals and exchanged them.

'has been downgraded to Red-Alert status, this follows the recent hijacking...'

Autobahn A81

The only problem is, my friend, that we have advanced materials to be able to take out the bombs. But, moving off that topic, Mr. Greykan 1 is released. Where do you need 'em?

The Police Chief knew he was guessing about the bomb-part, as it would need a wireless bomb to be able to take it out. He however didn't mention that.

Van Luxemburg

"You know, just because I'm in a good mood today, I will tell you, an old, Kazach proverb, 'the man who fights for justice will have the favor of the gods, but the man who fights for himself will gain the favor of the demons.' You know what that means though, we are both fighting for justice, different definitions of justice, but still justice, and, according to the clock, you have eleven minutes until I execute the next hostage."

He looked over towards the rear of the plane, and saw the passengers, their faces, some of them were trembling, others, had so much hate in their eyes it was a wonder that they didn't kill him while they had the chance.

"Oh, and, by the way, if you plan on waiting until we starve to rescue the hostages, I have my next day's meal lying on my shoes right now, ugh, disgusting, you know, I just bought these shoes a few days ago from a small time shoe maker in rural Valgan, a shame really, now they're ruined."

Viktor then moved and picked up a laptop, left over by one of the passengers, inserting a USB cord into the laptop and into the back of his neck, and began hacking through the VAF database.

"Don't shit on me Mr. Police-Man, North Point says he's still in jail, until I get independent confirmation, I will continue executing hostages!"

Okchabursk Federal Prison

"What the hell do you think you're doing! Why are you releasing him!"

"Mr. Daniels! We have no choice!"

"The hell you don't! You're not letting him get anywhere!"

Patrick and other members from the Vuhifellian Security Corporation landed in a MH-53, and were in the middle of the transfer of Greykan-One from prison to private jet.

"He's not going anywhere!"

Patrick was now holding a pistol underneath the jaw of Greykan-One, while several snipers popped up in the guard towers above the prison, and several guards outside raised their rifles at Patrick, the result ended in a Mexican Standoff between VSC and Prison forces, each raising their rifles/pistols at a possible target.

"Why! Why are you letting him go!"

"Your wife ordered us to, she's saving lives you feckin' idiot!"

The part about Alicia stunned him, and Patrick dropped to the ground, never, never had anyone he knew ever given in to terrorist demands, not even his father when Patrick's brother was taken hostage a few years ago, he acted cool, calm, and brought his brother home alive....

But this...she had let the deadliest piece of scum loose? Why?

"Hey, Patrick, it's gonna' be alright, just remember, you can't trust the government, they'll probably shoot him down once he reaches international airspace."

Autobahn A81

The Chief paused for a minute, and then went on with his talk.

Well, I'm doing my job, you're apparently not doing yours. We're busy getting him out of it, and we can't speed it up. It's up to Vuhifell from here on. He should be on a jet quickly enough. What are you exactly planning on doing after Greykan 1 has been released? Just being curious.

Meanwhile, The IFV's parked along the side of the road moved backwards, slowly spreading out all around the aircraft. Next to them, infantry walked along, loosely laying the rifles that were given to them on their backs.

Policiers in camouflage clothing took up the position of the IFV's, slowly crawling forwards, gently aiming their sharpshooter rifles at the aircraft.

"It's been thirty minutes Mr. Police-Man, I will now execute another hostage."

Viktor nodded towards Howard Fortstall, who threw another young lady towards Viktor, in turn, he tossed his pistol towards Osea-One, catching it in mid-air...

"Miss...may I have your name?"

"I-Inuoe Orihime sir."

"Your business in Van Luxemburg?"

"I'm the Chief Foreign Trade Executive for Likin Motors...I'm trying to open a business deal here..."

"Which state do you live in?"

"The Daijima Special Administrative District sir...."

Viktor yanked out another pistol from his pants, and pointed it at the woman's head, she gasped, all the while her eyes became more watery.

"Are you scared?"

"Yes..."

"Tell Mr. Police-Man why you're scared..."

"You...h-have a gun pointed a my head..."

She began crying all out now, saturating his hand with tears.

"Now, Mr. Police-Man, want to stop bullshitting me now?"

He pulled the trigger, another casualty in Viktor's private vendetta...

Consortium HQ

"Dammit! That was one of our bext people!"

"Relax Mr. Likin, you have three more employees on that flight, all ex-EBG, I wouldn't expect them to take the murder of a friend lightly..."

Autobahn A81

Damnit.

The Chief disconnected, and threw the phone down into the sand. He then quickly was assisted by one of his men, borrowing him another phone. He opened it and made a short call.

Me here. I want the TCT ready. Get a special commando unit of Spezialkommand Lëtzebuerg ready too. Also contact Vuhifell, that we're willing to storm the aircraft. I need immediate confirmation by HQ. Get the IFV's in position, prepare weaponry to take out the hijackers.

He shut the clambshell phone, and saw several men running towards an olive green DAF truck, unloading crates with flashbangs, teargas grenades, sleeping agent grenades and several other gases, ready to take out the persons hijacking the Airbus in front of them. This all happened quite silent and hidden, between the heavy movements at a safe distance from the aircraft. The IFV's were loaded with weaponry and manpower, while a crew out of the SSR's inventory began to man a Mk. 19 Grenade MG, loaded with the gas grenades also given to the soldiers ready to storm the aircraft. The crew retreated into the forest, aiming their heavy MG right at the still opened door. If everything was going well, the fumes would spread all over the aircraft, taking out the hijackers in seconds, literally. The passengers would be took with them aswell, but seeing the innocent nature of the gases, which would only take the people out only for a few minutes, this wasn't dangerous. The storming troops would however need to make a quick move, before the Hijackers woke up again.

The Police Chief meanwhile took up his former cellphone again, and returned to his conversation with Mr. Ananko.

So, Mr. Ananko. This isn't going to look good, is it? Mass-Murder is what we call Genocide. And looking at your name, both VL as Vuhifell would like to help you. Out of our life, if you understand. Anyways, we cannot do more for you at this moment. To the best of our knowledge, Greykan One is on it's way.

Meanwhile, the planned stormers had retook their positions. They were ready if they got their orders, but those weren't planned yet.

Presidential Palace

"What's going on? We released him, but the news hasn't reached the aircraft yet..."

"Ma'am, North Point isn't getting confirmation of his release!"

"Which means?"

"Which means someone's hacking into our ComSat network! Suspects?"

"Don't know, could be the NKO, CFF, FCF, but if I, personally, had to guess...it would be the Consortium...What I want is an E-767 in the air, now, for it to get into international airspace, then broadcast via regular radio waves...I hope to Tyth this works..."

Van Luxemburg

"Dammit, they've executed Inuoe..."

There were three members of the Likin Motors Corporation onboard the aircraft, bound for a meeting with local business leaders to expand the corporations' influence internationally.

Rukia Kuchiki, Ichigo Kurosaki, and Ishida Uyru were all there, sitting next to each other, all previous members of Squad 02 of the EBG.

"You see that burned man? He has a rifle, Rukia, you take the left, Ishida, take the right, I'll storm the front. It's just like an urban raid back in the day you guys, let's do this!"

Meanwhile, a stunned Paul Gurag sat next to them, staring at his wife, dead, and at the two men, one woman, getting up towards the man with the rifle.

Autobahn A81

We have registered gunfire. Not sure, but it seems like the passengers are fighting back.

One of the Officers aboard the Mobile Command Centre jumped out of the back, hasting towards the Police Chief, still wearing his headset. The Police Chief quickly turned around, shouted a few orders in his mobilophone and took cover, together with several other officers.

From several corners, Military and Police forces stood up and stormed the Airbus, covered by a Mk.19, quickly firing bursts of gas grenades. While the Airbus was getting covered in a dense mist of gas, the first of the assault group stormed the ladder that had been set up by the murdered firefighters. Headed by a Capitaine of the SSR, the forces began to breach the aircraft, wearing masks against the spreading gases.

Naturally, the first instinct Howard Fortstall took was 'fire the gun' at Ichigo, who was running up the center aisle towards him. He took aim at his head...

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They had all graduated the academy one year before, then, suddenly, not only was the entire Macker family incarcerated for their substance abuse (of which, their longevity bacteria, Strafez Organism, the same one which gave them near eternal life, infected David's brain and caused him to do the sick and twisted actions that he did)

The entire EBG was disbanded, Foxtecha was severely downsized, and it's former power was destroyed, replaced by the Consortium. So, they, all three of them, were out of the EBG without even recieving basic cybernetic implants, they were all, normal humans...

=====

The bullet hit his left shoulder, and he fell down, hearing the gunfire in the adjacent compartment, Viktor Ananko picked up hios pistol for a random shot at a passenger, firing his weapon, he hit Rukia's thigh, she was now down...

Ishida was now charging Fortstall from his right, when Osea-One saw the commotion, and shot Ishida in the leg...the thought everyone, even Ananko, had in their head was 'is it over? Is this it?'

Then, white smoke poured into the cabin, even though all three of them were cyborgs, they still ahd their blood-electricity generators (which ran on fresh air) to worry about...

"SHIT! Fortstall! Fortstall! What the hell is happening!"

"I-I...."

Howard dropped to the floor, his blood-electricity generator could not function, and he would be unconscious until he got into fresh air, Osea-One was feeling light headed too...

"Shit! Mr. Police-Man, if you're hearing this, go to hell!"

He fired his last shot at a hostage, hitting then in their leg, before falling to the ground...

Inside the Aircraft

The TCT stormed inside, pointing their rifles every way. They quickly saw the men laying down on the floor, one with a severely burned face and another with a cellphone in his hand. The two were quickly lifted off the ground by 4 men for every men, and dragged outside, while supported by two escorts, aiming their rifles at the backs of the two men. waiting IFV's had already set up a small tunnel through the area, rirght into a small van, into which the two were deponated. The operatives then got in aswell, closed the doors and drove off. The vehicle drove onto the Autobahn, followed by a line of police cars, including heavy SUV's to cover the back of the van in case of an emergency.

Meanwhile, other TCT troops began with evacuating the passengers that were wounded or killed during the Hijack, and took all pistols from the hijackers with them. Military forces began with scowering the wreckage of the aircraft for any explosives and experts began to tap all fuel from the wreckage into tanker trucks, to prevent the fire from becoming worse, when the explosive ordnance would explode.

The mist of white smoke began to vanish shortly after the action, and medical crew came in to take away all passengers. The smoke would've worked for only a short while, and the passengers should awake at the moment the medics began to shout around the aircraft that all passengers should leave the plane by the emergency exits.

Channel 82- NRN

"Congress has recently agreed to allow the Farbanti Federal Law Convention. This would sprout major reforms in the new government under the three year old Constitution of 2074.

And now, World Events, with Yuzu Momanari."

"Thank you; our countdown begins at ten- The American Empire's recent decision to test experimental weapons in Alaska has sparked protest from both Russia and Vuhifell.

Nine- Chinese scientists again reach the bottom of the Marinaris Trench for the second time this year.

Eight- New Hivez has announced that if the National Referrendum following Farbanti's Federal Law Convention permits switching calenders, Vuhifell will officially use the Gregorian calender.

Seven- Arabia again erupts in violence as Yemen declares a state of war between Yemen and the United Arab Emirates.

Six- The downed airliner in Van Luxemburg, has been stormed by TCT troopers and all hostages and hijackers have been accounted for..."

Van Luxemburg

"Shit..."

Osea-One was whispering to himself, he had awoken, his blood-electricity generators were working again, and he found himself his XM-8 rifle...

He was alone, in the cockpit, he didn't see Viktor or Howard anymore, just himself and the TCT team that stormed the aircraft. He needed to get out alive, but how?

'I've taken hostages...They won't...that's it! By Tyth, Razgriz, Melchior! That is it!'

He removed his kevlar vest and his weapons, unscrewed a panel in the cockpit, and hid all his hijacking items inside, before screwing the panel back on, then, he began to moan...he hoped this would work, impersonating a Vuhifellian cyborg hostage.

Inside the Aircraft

A few men of the TCT team stood next to the cockpit door, when they heard the moaning coming from the space the aircraft was usually piloted from. The operatives, not aware of any danger, shouldered their MP-5's and calmly opened the door. They stepped in, while leaving the door open to any other visitor. A short look around the cockpit showed a person laying down on the floor, aswell as a completely normal cockpit. A medical team quickly arrived, loading Osea-One on a stretcher and taking him out of the aircraft. He was quickly brought to a ready ambulance, shortly inspected and put on his feet.

There's nothing wrong with you. I assume it's just the shock. Please report to the police down there, with your ID. They want to see who's dead and who's alive.

The doctor pointed to the Command post, where a lot of policiers where standing, checking out Identification cards of the former hostages.

Osea-One confidently walked over to the Command Post. He saw the "Mr. Police-Man" that was giving Viktor all that trouble, but passed him, until he arrived at the checkpoint.

"Trevor DeLa Rosa; I work for the mayor of Golden Skies City. Was just on that flight for some tourism."

His statement was false, of course, the real Trevor DeLa Rosa was still in Golden Skies City, rather, in the Aare River. Osea-One had murdered him a few weeks earlier, and since then, has posed in his place as GSC Oka District Administrator.

Both men bore a striking resemblence to each other, with any luck, he might actually make it back to GSC by tomorrow.

"I trust you can find me in your database. I am the Administrator for the Oka District in Quadrant III of Golden Skies City."

The policeman looked over the ID, and checked it on the possibilities of being false. It wasn't, and he returned it to Osea-One.

Okay sir, that's in order. While you're in good shape, we would like to ask all healthy passengers to stay in Van Luxemburg. It's for our research, you know. We might need to interrogate you later this week, and therefore you're asked to stay in Van Luxemburg. We have arranged a nice hotel near here, which will accomodate all healthy passengers. Now, grab your luggage, the cars are waiting.

A large bus, more like a coach, or, as named in Van Luxemburg, a Touringcar, waited for a part of the passengers, accompanied by several neighboring buses. They were ready for a transport run towards the city or Rottweil, which had a large part of it's hotels and residences hired by the Government, to accomodate the Vuhifellian passengers of the flight.

Osea-One walked over to the bus, his cell phone began ringing in his pocket. Checking the number, it came from the phone at 'his' office in Golden Skies City, strange, it was probably his secretary.

"Talk to me."

"Hello, Seriguya-kun"

"Fucker, it's you isn't it? What does the Consortium want now? I can't go back to the job until next week."

"We want you to come up with an explanation, there's a meeting in Sangai City, Daijima a few days from now, we want you to come."

"I'm going to see. As for my name, can you please call me by my 'real' name, I am Trevor DeLa Rosa, not this...Seriguya you are talking about. Now, off I go."

"By-by. Adios. Sayonara. Any other languages you need?"

Osea-One threw his cell phone on the ground. He had failed. What was his mission anyway? Start a new life in Van Luxemburg? Too late now. He would board the bus and be on his merry way back to Vuhifell by next week, at least, he hoped.

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Presidential Palace

"I see...they've captured him, have they?"

Alicia Daniels was sitting behind her desk, a large stack of papers stood in front of her, the recent petitions by the Kazach refugees in North Osea who were displaced by the war, and even more petitions by Chinese immigrants for access outside of their own area of Daijima.

"Good Tyth! I think this nation's welfare budget was better off while we were still at war with the Kazachs..."

A single bell could be heard outside the door to her office, before a stunned Patrick barged into the room.

"What's the meaning of letting him out! Did Church die for nothing! He di..."

"Shut up! Van Luxemburgian CT Units have captured the hijackers, we're returning Greykan-One to Okchabursk Federal Prison. As for Viktor and Howard, I believe Van Luxemburg will be more than happy to turn them over to us to face trial."

"There was a third hijacker, wasn't there!"

"Unfortunately we cannot pinpoint his location, and our intelligence was dead off. Trevor DeLa Rosa, the Administrator for Oka District in GSC, was the one on that plane, not Osea-One. We even have a transcript of the cities budget, he used public money to pay for his flight but...I'll pardon him if he comes up with a good explanation."

"So..."

"You shouldn't judge your wife like that and that I got elected President for a reason, now, be good and tell Jorge that I'll meet with the Kazach leaders next week. And ask him about the situation in Daijima too, I think those Chinese will break away if we don't improve the economy over there."

Patrick walked out of her office with a smile, while the Council of Foreign Affairs was already sending messages to Van Luxemburg.

From: Council of Foreign Affairs; Ministry of Criminal Matters
To: Van Luxemburg

To whom it may concern:

We recently have found out you have two wanted fugitives from Vuhifell in your possession. We entreat that you hand them over to the Council of Justice to face trial. We guarantee that Viktor Ananko will not recieve the death penalty, but are unsure of the fate of Howard Fortstall.

Thank You.
Signed,
Hideo Hitsuguya
Hideo Hitsuguya
Vice-Secretary to Head Minister of Criminal Matters; Council of Foreign Affairs

Rottweil

The bus stopped in front of Hotel Bären, a small and not-interesting hotel on the outskirst of Rottweil. Here, several passengers were dropped off, including Trevor DeLa Rosa. A friendly woman was waiting for them at the entrance, and began speaking to the group which left the bus.

"Gutentag, May I welcome you to the Hotel? This will be your residence for the coming weeks. I may hope you have your sleeping equipment with you? Thanks. Now, will Mr.... DeLa Rosa follow me? I will show him his room first."

The woman walked into the hotel, through the lobby, past the reception and restaurant, up the stairs to the first floor, and opened the first door of the row. She showed Trevor his room, a moderate double-bed room, with a view of the road, and, in the distance, the crashed aircraft, laying on the motorway. It was some kilometres away, but the view was crisp and clear.

Now, if the rest of the group follows me, Mr. DeLa Rosa can unpack and I'll show the next person his or her room. Mr... Paul Gurag?

Presidential Palace
Press Meeting Room

"Madam President! Madam President! What are the government's plans to resolve the Kazach refugee situation in North Osea and the Chinese immigrant situation in Daijima?"

"Right now...we are in the middle of talks between some of the social and religious leaders of the Kazachs to resolve the 300 year old discrimination against Vuhifellians and vice-versa. So far, I do truly believe that the situation in North Osea is being resolved...As for Daijima, the Chinese immigrants want more than we can currently give, so, the government is closing the border between Daijima and Tylian, the maritime border with North Belka will remain open."

Several news agencies were gathered around the podium the President was speaking on. Behind her, the words "Law Before Justice" hung on the seal of Vuhifell, a gold circle surrounding the continent.

"Madam President! West Coast News here, what is the current situation of the airliner downed in Van Luxemberg!?"

"At the moment, we can say that VL Counter-Terror teams have contained the situation. All other material is still classified."

Van Luxemburg

The flashing lights of emergency vehicles illuminated the aircraft, miles away...He had not killed today. His soul would still live with the Gods in the Holy Sanctum if he kept his faith...

"I wonder...I wonder what 117 is doing now..."

He had still kept his room door open, still, staring out the window...

'So, what was the plan? Hide in Van Luxemburg for the rest of your life? What the hell was I thinking...'

He thought to himself, if he got back home, he would give up this...this old Kazach Order bullshit. He would teach at the University of Sudentor...maybe even the University of Dinsmark was enough...

Paul Gurag passed his room at the thought....

Freiburg

Freiburg was a calm city, a while driving from Rottweil, and the largest city in the area. It was also home to the local TCT, and the regional PD HQ. The van, loaded with the two terrorists named Howard Fortstall and Viktor Ananko, headed into the city, to pass over closed roads, leading right to the office they would be locked down. It was in the center of Freiburg, surrounded by enough buildings to ensure everyone was watching when Viktor and Howard got out of the van. However, they were covered by security personnel, which blocked most people's view. The two were took inside, and locked away in the blank, not-stylish prisons. After a few hours, Viktor Ananko was took out of the prison first, and led to the interrogation rooms. Jürg Graumann, an unfirendly looking German, was waiting for him. He shortly shook hands, and introduced himself as "Police Chief"

Mr. Ananko, I understand that's your name? Viktor Ananko? Welcome. Now, I would like to ask you some questions. First: Why did you Hijack the aircraft? Now, I must attend you that you have the right to remain silent, and call a lawyer, behold we can find one for you and Howie. Everything you say can be used against you. You're currently in the Van Luxemburgian Law System, not the Vuhifellian one. So, Tell us, Why did you do it?

"I see, well, seeing as I'm not under the jurisdiction of Vuhifellian Law, I will tell you...I was sent by my...employer...to protect Howard Fortstall until he founded a new life here in Van Luxemburg and slipped under the radar. If anything went wrong, my orders were to hijack the aircraft and fly it over the Atlantic Ocean so we could bail out and rendervous with my employer's ship..."

He paused, it was certainly a different experience, in Vuhifell, known terrorists would be tortured and interrogated via waterboarding at James Island, where a military court would decide their fate. Here, he could achieve some of his goals without getting himself killed, first goal, restore the Ananko family name...

"As for the whole, Greykan-One affair, I must tell you Mr. Police-Man, that there are far more sinister forces at work in Vuhifell than any terrorist organization or corrupt politician. The second objective was to bomb a major target in Van Luxemburg simultaneously with an attack on Consortium facilities in the Comona Islands by the CFF. Our goal was political autonomy for the North Osea and Daijima regions of Vuhifell.

Both are now fully operating states with their own representation in Congress. But my employers didn't want that, my employers have been feeding off of the war for the last 140 years, expanding their wealth, when the war ended, the money stopped pouring in...you know how it goes."

Jürg reacted calm, slowly raised off his chair, and began to walk around the table, until he stood right behind Viktor Ananko. He bended over, and whispered in Ananko's ear, playing like he had a very friendly character. He sounded ironic, sarcastic and friendly, all at once.

And, If I may ask, Who're your employers? To be honest, I don't believe a fuck of your story. The first one is still quite plausible, But your second story is total shit. You know the Comona Islands have a large Van Luxemburgian base on it, and while this plane you were in crashed, a command ship of the 9th fleet arrived there. I don't want to interrupt, but I think you were trying to obstruct our Navy there. If that is the story, you are guilty to High Treason in both The Vuhifellian States as in Van Luxemburg. But ofcourse, you may have your own story.

"My employers...you know them well? Yes? mr. Police-Man, I am a terrorist in Vuhifell. I admit this now. I work alone, for every action except for this one. My employers are the Ouin International Trading Corporation."

He paused, so this was it, this confession would rock Vuhifell to it's core, Foxtecha had been disbanded, the death of the other hyper-corporation would spell doom for the economy.

"Foxtecha was the manufacturing base, the advertising, management, etc, etc, etc. The Ouin Intl. Trading Corp. handled every product inside and outside the states. Without Foxtecha, Ouin Trading Corp would die, and without Ouin Trading Corp., Foxtecha would die. This is the bi-hypercorp rule...now that Foxtecha is dead, the Ouin Trading Corp is also slowly dying, so they need to get the military to start another war, in order to keep them alive...that's where the Comona Islands come in.

As you know, the Comona Islands still have corporate property on them, they will become Federal property in three years. If another war starts, the Consortium gets the property, the Consortium auctions it off, the Ouin Trading Corp gains all Foxtechan weapons on the islands...enough weapons to become the sole hypercorporation of the continent...maybe even the only corporation.

You know what I'm sayaing don't you, the Consortium is running the shit here, from 12,000 miles away they're running this, from blocking transmissions to taking control of my MMI..."

Consortium HQ
Golden Skies City

"The representative from the Ouin International Trading Corporation is now taking the Head Seat!"

"Thank you. Ladies and Gentlemen. Delegates of the corporations that make up the Consortium. I have...bad news...it would seem Viktor Ananko's MMI has failed, his human mind is taking over, and he's spilling the beans. Before long, the economy will implode...unless we can prevent 'Mr. Police-Man from alerting other authorities..."

"Your debate is not yet written in stone. You forget, not all of us wish for another Foxtecha. Another war might even stagnate the economy! The Mackers are in prison, but the government has had talks with the VL government on their purchase of previous Foxtecha divisions. This could provide us with a renewed source of power!"

"Nay! Economic liberalism will not be tolerated in this Consortium! We shall stick with the economic practices we have had since the Cold War, and they shall work!"

Freiburg

Jürg walked back to his side of the table, and sat down. He then turned to the officer standing at the door, and nodded that he could take Ananko with him. The officer stepped forward, with his handcuffs in both hands, and began to cuff Ananko for it's journey to his prison cell in the building.

So, I will message that through, so that The Vuhifellian States will know that. Now, you'll return to your cell.

After several minutes, the officer returned with Fortstall, which was dumped on the chair in front of Graumann.

Mr. Fortstall. would like to ask you some questions. First: Why did you Hijack the aircraft? Now, I must attend you that you have the right to remain silent, and call a lawyer, behold we can find one for you. Everything you say can be used against you. You're currently in the Van Luxemburgian Law System, not the Vuhifellian one. So, Tell us, Why did you do it?

"Me? Why did I hijack that aircraft? You may be wondering why I killed million in Vuhifell too? Screw you, I have no reason nor do I need one 'Mr. Police-Man'. Why we wanted Greykan-One free? That should be your question.

If Greykan-One got out, the NKO would have it's leader, North Osea would be politically autonomous, that's all. The Kazachs would finally have the independence they've been longing for for all those years..."

It was probably false, of course. Ever since the war ended, Vuhi-Kazach relations had improved dramatically, to the point that millions of Greykans and Kazachs were finally allowed to live outside of North Osea. And, also, where the government apologized for selling 70 Million Greykans into slavery 20 years before.

Graumann did the same as he did first. He stood up, walked round the table, stopped right behind Fortstall, and lowered to his ear. This time, he didn't whisper, but shouted.

I don't care about that! I-don't-fucking-care! All I need to know is, why! Or do you need a lawyer for that.... Boohoo! You know, we could hang you here, or lock you up in a prison cell for life. But, you know, that isn't enough. You don't deserve that. You deserve to be hung out of that window there, with your head down, till the end of times. Meanwhile, we'll be throwing stone at your ass and dripping water on your head. But sadly, they will never allow that. Or maybe the Grand Duke will allow it... I'll ask him rightaway.

MESSAGE TO
The Grand Duke of Van Luxemburg
Koen van Luxemburg

Sir,

We would like to ask permission for a severe penalty for Mr. Fortstall. In the enclosed audio file, we have made clear what we want. If you allow this, Fortstall will have the time of his life, I ensure you.

Signed,

Jürg Graumann
Freiburg PD

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MESSAGE TO
The Vuhifellian States

Dear Sirs/Ma'ams,

We would like to keep your suspects for a while, here in Van Luxemburg. Also, we will keep the passengers here, for some questions.

Signed,

Jürg Graumann,
Freiburg PD
Van Luxemburg

Hotel Bären

Paul Gurag followed the woman, showing him his room, but memorised the room where Osea-One, or Trevor DeLa Rosa, was seated. He knew he was it. He was the third hijacker. He said nothing, but instead closed the door of his room, and made a short call.

Rottweil Polizei? Yes. This is Paul Gurag. I'm currently in Hotel Bären, with the other survivors of the crash and hijack. Now, there was a third hijacker on board. His name is Osea-One, and is residing in the room next to me, No. 1. I hope you can arrest him rightaway.

In the hotel, Osea-One was dialing a number to Vuhifell...

"University of Sudentor Staff Department, how may I help you?"

"Erm...yes, I'm looking to apply for a position at your university."

"Sir. This university is second only to the University of North Point. Do you have a specific field in which you are particularly skilled in?"

"Yes, erm, Kazach History."

"Ok sir, it would seem we're in need of an interim professor in that subject. If you will just leave your name, addess, and phone number, we will send you a resume within a week."

Osea-One was about to reply, when several police officers appeared through the door...He hung up the phone, and slung his arms behind his head.

"I know. I know. I'm under arrest."

Well, then we don't have to say that, is it? Come with us.

The group of officers quickly escorted Osea-One to a waiting helicopter, standing just outside the hotel. It had landed on the road, and was blocking all traffic, coming from either side. They pushed Osea-One into the helicopter, got seated themselves, and closed the main doors. The EC135 took off shortly after, leaving a trail of smoke into the air. It flew to Freiburg, where it landed on the local airfield. There, Osea-One was loaded on a waiting Alfa-Romeo 159, and transported through the city, with the ride ending at the PD station. There, he quickly was shown his Cell, and then dropped off at the Interrogation room, where Fortstall was just being interrogated. Jürg looked up from his work, and welcomed the third hijacker, which was offered a seat next to Fortstall. Then he sat down again, waiting for Fortstall to answer his question.

OOC: omfg, I think I have over 120 viruses on my laptop, 70 at least, 130 at most.

IC:

Osea-One sat down next to Howard, who was still not answering, he was taking advantage of the right to remain silent, which, after a few seconds, was starting to get on Osea-One's nerves. The silence, anyways.

"I see you've made yourself comfortable you bastard, Fortstall..."

Osea-One, former second in command of the Kazach Order, one of the founding members of the New Kazach Order. Number Eight on Vuhifell's Criminal Bounty List. Number Four on the Government's Most Wanted List. And a card-carrying elite member of the Consortium.

"I have thr right to a lawyer. Am I correct? I refuse to answer all non-essential questions until my lawyer arrives. As a Vuhifellian citizen, under the Federal Constitution of 2074, the Council of Foreign Affairs will pay up to 10 Million Credits for my release and imprisonment in a Vuhifellian prison."

It was the lucky way out. It Osea-One played his cards right, he might be able to avoid being locked up in Okchabursk Federal Prison, but a lower-grade prison, maybe even one controlled by the Consortium.

OOC: Lol! My Anti-Virus doesn't protect against spam, but it works for the rest...

IC:

Jürg sighed, and answered the question.

Yes, you have that right. You may get a lawyer from Van Luxemburg. If you refuse the right to choose one, you'll be unlucky, and we'll pick one for you. Now, I would like your name and background, please? We'll need that to get a lawyer for you.

Jürg stood up, and opened the door, just when an officer came in, carrying a telephone. The officer put it down on the table, right in front of Osea-One. He left a telephone directory next to it, to allow Osea-One to dial the number of a local lawyer. Then Jürg turned to Howard. He asked his question again, and then slammed his fist on the table. It was so powerful, that the telephone and the directory next to it made a small jump into the direction of the roof.

If you remain silent any longer, you may stay here, in this room, without any food or water for the coming while, until you answer. We might leave you to think about that. It's that simple. We don't serve any food in this room, and you will be stuck here, as you haven't answered our questions. Cya both.

Jürg, and both officers guarding the interrogation room, left the room, and stopped behind the bulletproof glass, where the psychologist was waiting. From the interrogation room, this window looked like a mirror, but, in fact, it was a window, from where people could observe the interrogation.

Now, we wait.

As all officiers left, Osea-One began speaking to Fortstall while looking under the foreign phone book. 'Damn' was his only thought, all people educated within Vuhifell were required to learn English, Japanese, and Russian; but Van Luxemburgian, well, possibly only the University of North Point only offered that course.

"Say, Howard, you can read this language can't you, find a lawyer for me...and...I think you pissed them off more than you do normal people."

"Shut up, they can hear you!"

"Bullshit, they left, that's impossible. Oh, I see, you apparently have never read Luigi Freeman's scientific journals on the Impossibility Matrix, have you, well..."

"God dammit! You see that bloody mirror thing! There! Right there! That's a two-way mirror! It's a mirror from our side, a god damn window on their side! And they can hear you! No matter how many degrees you have from major colleges, you can't beat common sense!"

Osea-One's cheeks were now red, damn, common sense, yeah, sometimes he forgot about that.

"I think this lawyer is good for you...he has the last name 'Gurag' so...he must be Kazach, that's a Kazach name..."

"Well? Why'd you hijack the plane? Why'd you flee from Vuhifell, under the Federal Constitution of 20..."

"God-fucking-dammit! Osea-One, are you completely, fucking, retarded! You know how many international laws I've broken! How many people I killed! They would have used my balls as target practice! All of that, for one slightly small chanced promise that I could end the war! Now, I'm a god damned fugitive from the country I wanted to save!"

"You wanted to start a new life here?"

"Yes...and why I hijacked the plane, think, the Demons of the Netherworld would have done the same. Humans of Earth, the same; the Saints and the Angels in the Holy Sanctum, the same; and even the Gods in the Hierarchal Palace, the fucking, same! I had no choice!"

That was it...Fortstall stapped, he didn't care anymore. He was just like David Macker, an honest man who wanted to do good, but instead released terrible calamity. Who's brain was twisted and scarred by a position of power.

It was the answer for the cops, for Osea-One, for Fortstall...then silence set in, until Osea-One dialed the number of the lawyer...thank Tyth. The lawyer spoke Japanese...

"Oi, konnichi wa, watashi..."

OOC: For any obersvors of this RP, I know Japanese doesn't have freakin' commas! But for the sake of anyone without language packs, I wrote the 'Engrishized' version.

Jürg stepped down from his position behind the window.

Well, that was enough. I hope we recorded that? OK. Now, common sense also dictates that we should get a Japanese translator for that last part of the conversation. Where is the nearest?

His aide quickly came up with the answer.

München, sir. He can be here in an hour, maybe two.

OK. We'll wait for that lawyer to arrive. And, we'll bring Fortstall back to his cell.

The two officers stepped back into the room, and made their way to Fortstall. They handcuffed him again, and walked out with him, just at the moment Jürg came in aswell. He waved towards Fortstall, and wished him luck in his cell. Then, he turned to Osea-One.

We'll have that translated by our experts. Your Lawyer can be here any minute.

At the same moment, a woman in a black suit entered the dark room, disconnected from her actual mobile conversation, and greeted the two men.

Goodafternoon, it is. Mr. DeLa Rosa? I was scheduled to be your lawyer, isn't it? I'm Lisa Gurag. Can we start? This is how it works: Mr. Graumann here will ask for your side of the story, and I'll jump in at moments he wants to ask uninteresting questions. Ok? I think Mr. DeLa Rosa can start to tell his side of the story?

Graumann nodded. He sat down on the opposite side of the table, opposite to Gurag and Osea-One.

"I was sent here by...the...is this off the record? They have an extensive military force, I don't want to die in a hurry...I was sent here by the Consortium..."

He paused, he was betraying the natural order of things, a 'traveling terrorist' like him was in the lower caste of the Consortium's hierarchal order, with those big time, huge corporate executives at the top...the people who, with the snap of a finger, could disband the government in an instant.

Men of infinite wealth and power, they were the ones who gave orders to him, even North Point wasn't as powerful as the Consortium, that was saying something.

"To protect Howard Fortstall once he set up a new life. My order were simple, protect him. Then they gave me a list of all possible scenarios, and all actions that would be sanctioned by the Consortium, given if we had enough time....well, as you can see, we didn't..."

Don't worry, we can bring the Consortium down with your info. Now, did you agree with Fortstall and Ananko about this Hijacking and the killing?

The Lawyer didn't say anything, and both looked at Osea-One.

However Fortstall had been stowed away in his cell, a special request came for Luxembourg.

OFFICIAL GRAND-DUCAL ORDER

The Grand Duke would like to receive Mr. Howard Fortstall at his office in the Grand-Ducal Palace. A jet is ready at Donaueschingen airport, waiting for Mr. Fortstall. Everything has been arranged.

Howard was immediately lifted from it's cell, and brought to a waiting Mercedes-Benz CLS, and transported to the airfield. There, he was quickly picked up by a Dassault 900EX Jet, escorted by two Rafale fighters.

Channel 02-OBC

"President Alicia Daniels finally restated her position on several of the nation's top issues at the weekly Presidential Press Meeting today, among them, she stated that she would support the bill put in from Senator Hyirut Graz (Kazach; North Osea) and Delegate Napoleon Sufur (Democrat; Valgan) to severely downsize the death penalty in Vuhifell.

If the bill would become law, only crimes such as premeditated murder of a minor; rape, treason, terrorism, assassination, etc. would be eligible for the death penalty clause of the Constitution. The bill would also disqualify over 30 crimes from the death penalty clause, reducing the number to 13.

As for that airliner that was hijacked in Van Luxemburg. It seems as though VL-CT units have successfully captured all hijackers. So far, current reports are sketchy but it appears as if a member of Mayor Masaki's Administrators in Golden Skies City was one of them..."

Freiburg

"I had my orders, I was a top officer of the Kazach Order for a few months, yes, I didn't challenge the killings, it was our job, our duty, to the Consortium, to get Fortstall to a safe destination.

Also, next week, in Sangai City in Daijima, there's a big Consortium meeting, they're going to discuss, at least I think, all of this, you can alert Daijima state police as you see fit...and...Ms. Gurag? If you were related to that passenger that my fri...all...colle...fellow hijacker killed....I'm deeply sorry."

Grand Ducal Palace

(OOC:I know, flights don't take that short of time, but c'mon, I want to see what happen.)

"Aah, the Grand Ducal Palace, a shame I couldn't pull off a bombing here! Where's Mr. Grand Duke Koen! I haven't finished my list of national leaders to piss off yet..."

Freiburg

The Lawyer looked up, and shortly nodded. Then, she returned to her job. Graumann made the next question.

Who do you think should be punished most? Fortstall, Ananko or You?

Objection! Shouldn't the Law be deciding that? My client doesn't have to answer.

Agreed. He's free to say what he wants. Or nothing, ofcourse.

The Grand-Ducal Palace

An impressive building, made out of several building styles, but mainly Arabic, the 100-year old Palace was built after many journeys by the Grand Duke in those times. The building was huge, and covered huge gardens, aswell as facilities most other leaders could only dream about. It made up a hundred hectares of park on the outside of one of the smallest capitals in the world, Luxembourg.

In there, Howard Fortstall stood on the cobblestones of the inner courtyard, greatly overshadowed by the large walls covering the yard.

Well, I think your list finishes here. Fortstall, welcome to one of my many homes. You don't have such a fancy home, don't you? You would live in a cardboard box, nowadays. Your adress, beneath the bridge, behind the dumpster, in my spacious box. By the way, you should've done something about your burned face. You know, I can get you something. It's called Sulfuric Acid. Guaranteed to clean up all burns! Anyways, Welcome.

Freiburg

"Ananko, before this, didn't do anything really, he just had the bad luck of being born into the family of Vuhifell's worst traitor, yes, even worse than Fortstall....

Fortstall, I believe, should be punished the worst. You know, he killed over 80 Million while he was in power for those five months during the Vuhi-Kazach War, that's over 10 Million people killed in a month. If you include the Golden Skies Massacre and the nuking of St. Ark at the end of the war, that's over fifty percent of all dead, killed in December."

Grand Ducal Palace

There were seven facilities of the Presidential Palace;
The Presidential Palace itself, the Ceremonial Palace, Palace of the Military, Palace of Peace, Palace of Rememberance, Palace of Razgriz (God of Death), the Palace of Freedom, and the eigth, planned, Palace of Daniels...

Even still, all of them combined only barely managed to keep up to the size of this complex...

"A box? Sulfuric Acid? My, my, I think you're getting ahead of yourself here, isn't that acid thing against international law? Burning one enemy's face off? Tisk tisk, oh, and, by the way, you really should respect your elders you know!"

Now he was just aching to piss of the Grand Duke, if not with nuclear weapons, with words.

"You know, I think I'd like a nice, comfy bed instead, can I have a bed?"

Freiburg

Jürg lifted from his chair, and began to walk around the table.

Okay. I think it's clear enough. Mr. DeLa Rosa, or Osea, you may go back to your prison cell. You have been noted for penalty reducement. The High Court in Luxembourg will have your case in a short while.

Grand-Ducal Palace

The Grand Duke kept calm, and replied quickly.

I didn't say I was to throw acid over your face, or did I? But you won't have a comfy bed.

The Grand Duke began to walk, ad two Grand-Ducal Guards began to push Fortstall to follow the Grand Duke. He walked out the courtyard, and looked over the wide grass field, which had some flagpoles on it.

You see those flagpoles? We normally use them to hang flags on, when there's someone visiting this palace. Now, for you, we actually should hang a flag aswell. And I've got an idea. You're gonna be that flag. Guys!

Three other guards appeared from out of the courtyard, and the five guards alltogether lifted Fortstall up and began to carry him towards one of the poles. He was quickly strapped inside the ropes on the pole, and lifted by the brute force of the five guards.

You enjoy yourselves there, Fortstall. Those Five guards here will prevent you from falling down. Now, the kitchen's over there, and they always make the best food around here. But, the smell of that always comes along here. So don't get hungry. Oh, and my guards have also got some nice weaponry. They got little catapults. And little stones. Every time you move, you'll get a barrage of stones on you. And we'll make sure you live. Bye, Howie!

The Grand Duke made a short stroll back to the palace, and closed the large doors of the inner courtyard.

Grand Ducal Palace

"Oh bother, seems I've gotten myself in one hell of a sticky switch"

The wind was blowing, he flowed with it. Crap. Well, at least up here he couldn't be reminded of those nuclear explosions, twenty years ago...

Freiburg

"Arigatou."

Osea-One bowed to both his lawyer and to the police officer before being escorted out of the room.

Council of Foreign Affais
Ministry of Criminal Matters
Department of Citizen Release

A fax machine was purring in the corner of the room. On it was a recent list of Vuhifellian citizens arrested within the last week around the world. The list totaled up to 148 citizens, that usually meant a lot of work, but the name at the top of the list was colored in blue ink, an indication of government importance.

'Seriguya Ryoichi' was the name on the list.

"Hey, Motoko, we got a govvie on the list. First name, Ryoichi. Second name, Seriguya. Got that?"

"Pulling up the database now....He's been arrested in Van Luxemburg for hijacking and terrorism. That'll complicate things."

"No worries, just send them a fax indicating we'll pay 100 Million Credits for his release. That's the max limit for govvies."

The Grand-Ducal Palace

Hey, isn't he moving?

The four other guards looked up to the flagpole, where Fortstall was flowing with the wind.

He is. SHOULDER CATAPULTS! FIRE!

Ten stones headed off from the little catapults, and began to head in the direction of Fortstall. One of the Guards pulled out his Sig-Sauer, and fired another round at the flagpole, which was almost breaking under the weight, One more shot, and it would break....

TO: Council of Foreign Affais
Ministry of Criminal Matters
Department of Citizen Release

Your request has been rejected. The person you name has confesssed, and will be transferred to a prison in Luxembourg, awaiting his trial. Then, he could be returned to a Vuhifellian prison, but that is up to the judge. His case, and those of Fortstall and Ananko, will appear in court in one week.

Signed,

Sebastian Guther
Minister of Justice

Fortstall felt the pole slightly buckel. That idiot! What the hell was he doing, firing a damn gun at the pole.

"Erm, so i'm guessing tha' you guys are either insane or mentally challenged right now, eh?"

New Hivez, South Belka
Presidential Palace - The Cartejuena Family Wing
03:43

This section of the Palace was named after the Cartejuena family, a very high-ranking political family in the mid to late 1700's. They were the first family to have more than one child as President, during World War II, this was used as an operations center for Pacific Allied Command. Now, it is used for the Presidential bedrooms.

"Hey, Alicia, come to bed already, damn, stop worrying."

"I just can't shake it though, why was Fortstall running, there are more than enough cartels and gangs on the Southern Coast if he just wanted to keep away from the VA...."

"So I'm guessing that, even though you're the freakin' President, you still act like you have that sniper rifle in your hands? Look, Fortstall has been arrested, the only thing you should be worried about is the Spring Meeting of Congress next week. They'll be debating the death penalty, national languages, every hot political issue, keep your cool, and you'll be fine."

"I guess...but why did Viktor show himself, his family's been under the radar since Villa Ananko was killed, and why was a high ranking member of the NKO on that flight too? This is too coincidental to be just a random act of terror and desperation..."

"Conspiracy theorist I see? Look, just have the Council of Justice and Council of Internal Affairs look into the matter tomorrow. The northern region is calling for another Federal Law Review, so I don't want you having any other stress."

The Grand-Ducal Palace

The guard calmly put his pistol back to where it belonged, and looked to the other guards, and then up.

No. You are, I bet. We're just applying physics, and we calculated that the pole wouldn't break. Now, it's up to you. You thought it would break, didn't you?

Freiburg

A group of five Police Officers, headed by Graumann, walked through the small groups of cells, towards a guarded door. It was opened by the Guards, and the group was let inside.

So, Mr. De La Rosa and Ananko. You have been asked to come to Luxembourg. It's Court Day for you guys.

The cells were opened, and the two men were took to the hallway. From there, they were escorted outside, past the service desks and the Garages.
Outside, two black Volvo S80's were ready for the 300 Kilometer trip to Luxembourg. Four BMW 1200R motorcycles, Two Alfa Romeo 159's and two Porsche 911 Carrera 4's waited at the opposite side of the Werthmannplatz, ready to join the Volvo's towards the A5. Then, they would follow a short country route, to join the Region France, enter the A4, follow it for 165 km, and then make the jump to the A31 and enter the Region Luxembourg. They would eventually end up at the Rue de Fort-Thüngen, where the Van Luxemburgian High Court was located.

The Volvo's revved their engines, and drove off with smoking tyres. They caught up with the complete convoy, which took up positions along the two Volvo's, each carrying one of the two Vuhifellian Terror suspects. The Alfa's swarmed around it, each escorted by two BMW motorcycles in front. The Porsches raced ahead, clearing two lanes, some 500 metres in front of the complete convoy. It was running at some 200 kilometers an hour, not even nearing the maximum speed of the cars, but it was a limit which guaranteed the safety of other automobilists, aswell as the four motorcyclists, open for wind and weather. The show was impressive. A line of vehicles, all with warning lights and sirens on, with two Black Volvo's in the middle, each bearing a single blue light, sticked on the roof near the driver. Every resisting civilian was almost pushed off the road by the two Porsches, storming in at a staggering 200 km/h. Local police forces also assisted, with their vehicles blocking possible access roads on the path of the convoy. They also fined the automobilists that remained in the way of the two Porsches. The motorcade constantly remained on the most left lane, overtaking trucks, sportscars, and anything inbetween. High up above, an EC-120 Colibri of the IVD observed the motorway and the racing convoy.

(OOC: Dan, I would like to develop a small RP around the road towards the High Court. You could maybe think of some Vuhifellians trying to block the way of the convoy, or maybe an attack. (Although I would not recommend it.) Or we could keep it quiet and just maintain a video link between the two cars, and just describe the road towards Luxembourg. I can provide all car info, don't worry.

Also, I'll be away next week from Mon-Fri, maybe Saturday aswell.)

Tauburg, South Belka, The Vuhifellian States
Al's Ice Cream Parlor
04:19

It was the sleepy village of Tauburg, home to, well, nothing. Tauburg was a suburb of the cosmopolitan city of Anfang, as far away from the hustle and bustle, and (often deadly) lifestyle of Vuhifellian life.

Two men with heavy overcoats were sitting on an inset table. The store wasn't usually open at these hours, in fact, it wasn't, this was the only store in Tauburg whose owner belonged to the Consortium, so it was natural these men would be speaking here...

"Target Sigma has failed his objective, and I believe you know the status of Target Epsilon..."

"Yes, I know, I know. I don't like this. And we can't call off the meeting in Sangai City, lest the government know what's really going on here..."

"Do you suggest anything?"

"I wish David was out of prison, but ever since they leeched the longevity bacteria out of him, he's dying, he's been living for over a century as a twenty year old man, now he's near death and his children are in their eighties..."

"David Macker...I know the perfect plan..."

One of the men pulled out a cell phone and dialed a number in the capital.

"Just leave this to me."

Residence of the Head Councilor of Justice - Justin Grubb
New Hivez, South Belka, The Vuhifellian States

"I see...yes, and you say these two are on trial...NOW! Are you...understood...I understand...yes...okay. I'll delete all their history. When they go to trial, the Europeans won't even get a parking ticket on them. They'll be completely unknown, and if they know what's going on and that the Consortium is backing them, they'll keep their god-damned mouths shut!"

(OOC: Understood. Yeah, sorry about this, but I've always got a knack for including some kind of conspiracy theory in my RP's)

(OOC: No problem. So, they've erased all records of those two guys in TVS? Well, I must say, it actually doesn't make much sense. They were caught hijacking a plane. That's not something like a parking bill... :D )

The A5, near Lahr im Schwarzwald

The small convoy leaped forward, past Lahr, covered by the dense forests of the Schwarzwald, or Black Forest. The small group of cars was now quickly approaching the end of their journey on the A5, to join the two-lane E25. this ment that the convoy would have to drive on one lane, and that it was significantly longer.

Roger. Jan, two-lane coming up. Dieter, watch our back with that car. All, take up positions on one lane, we're gonna exit the A5 quickly.

The Porsche and Alfa, aswell as two BMW motorcycles, came from the right lane, and went to the left, joining up with the other cars already there. It was near Offenburg that they finally were ready to exit the A5, and almost rammed their way through the traffic, down to the exit. they braked to slowly come down, and pushed the pedal down as soon as they got on the E25. The vehicles raced over one lane, and violently overtook any other vehicles driving at this time of day. It was 2 hours in the afternoon, but the road was almost empty. Some cool guys tried to keep up with the fast-moving convoy, but were quickly pushed off to the other lane, and forced to slow down. The Local Police would then take over, by fining them heavily for obstructing an officers duty.

We've got some guy pushing in a Peugeot. Didn't knew they could get to 180 km/h.

The Alfa drriving in the back surfaced from the convoy, and used the right lane to slowly brake and position himself between the Peugeot and the convoy. The Alfa slowed down, and engaged the small LED screen between the two blue warning lights.

POLICE - FOLLOW

The Peugeot driver lifted the gas, and followed the Alfa to a spot where a Volkswagen Golf V of the Wilstätt PD was already waiting, warning lights in blue flashing, aswell as visibility lights in Orange engaged. The Alfa now showed another message on the LED screen.

POLICE - STOP

The Peugeot stopped, and the driver was asked to open his door. A big fine would be waiting for him.

Meanwhile, the convoy began heading for Strasbourg, to join the A4 there. The E25 was a road with a lot of curves, and also headed right through the city. It was busy there, but the cars managed to miss the convoy everytime. Trucks headed off their normal route, and cars parked on the trottoirs. On every side, a line of cars was waiting till the convoy passed, and then went back to their normal daily business. The convoy raced past a speed camera, which almost ran out of flashes to record the speeders coming by. Then, the cars took the intersection and headed onto the A4, where Ananko and DeLa Rosa, or Osea-One, where allowed to talk to eachother. A small TFT monitor allowed them to see eachother, aswell as talk to eachother.

You both, we will be halting at a Tank stop for some refueling and a short walk.

Ananko and Osea-One saw each other in the moniter, both knew that they would either be imprisoned for a very long time in Van Luxemburg, or executed by firing squad in Vuhifell.

"So...Ananko, you know what's happened over the last few months?"

"No, I don;t keep up with the news, I got tired of Vuhifellian news ever since the war ended..."

"Foxtecha is dead; and the Mackers are incarcerated in Okchabursk Federal Prison."

"Really? So the great lion of global economics has died? And now the Consortium hopes to fill in Foxtecha's huge shoes..."

Sudentor, South Belka, Vuhifell
University of Sudentor, Center for the Study of the Ethics of War
07:02

Professor Uh-Ik Nakamuro was sitting behold a grand oak desk, bathed in sunlight. He was a Kazach soldier during the war, and born to a Japanese father and a Kazach mother. Now, he headed the Center for the Study of the Ethics of War for the University of Sudentor. Not only this, but he was a high ranking official in the Consortium.

"I trust that the VAF has broken through our jamming, has it?"

"Yes, the VAF is very technologically advanced, they had anti-jammer E-767's in the air within moments of the hijackers' arrests."

"And what of Objective Tau? Has he reached safe haven?"

"Unfortunaty, no. Targets Sigma and Epsilon have been arrested with Objective Tau."

"I see...and the records at the Council of Justice? Their supercomputers have all the crimes these men have committed in their lifetimes..."

"The records have been deleted, thanks to Subjective Maester Grubb."

Maester...that title was used in the Hierarchy of the Consortium, the evil that spawned from the ashes of Foxtecha. Below the Hierarchs lay the Objectives, card carrying members of the Consortium and vital to it's survival...and below the objectives were Targets, those who were disposible, and those the Consortium wouldn't give two thoughts at murdering.

"And...what does Master Maester Ouin? Has she said anything of the situation?"

"Yes, she's downgraded Objective Tau to Target status, and has signed the immediate execution order for all three operatives. We have Targets en route to that fake little Europe as we speak. They should be arriving in a few hours."

"Good, now let us enjoy a good bottle of Nord Belka's finest wine, shall we? Grown in the soft soil at the base of Mt. Waldreich and refreshed by the life-bringing silt from the base of Mt. Shezna. It's 1934, good year."

"Ah! I'm amazed there's still such high-quality spirits around!"

Van Luxemburg

"I hope you know this is your fault." Osea-One looked over at the screen towards Viktor, who became angered the second he saw Osea-One.

"Say what you say, at least I was born from fully Kazach parents you Sino-Jap..."

"You..do realize that Master Maester Ouin is Japanese, don't you? And the fact still remains that there are over 400 Million Chinese, Korean, Japanese, Filipino, Vietnamese, and Russians; all in Daijima, I really wouldn't like to piss them off..."

"Psht...whatever.By now the Consortium wants us dead...Do you think the Vuhifellian government will give us a repreive...as they've done to the millions of former Kazach Ordersman?"

"Yes...I do believe that they will, not Fortstall though, but us, yes...but I doubt the Europeans will give us such a chance at life..."

A4

The small covoy began to move towards the right, and slowed down. At a safe speed of 130 km/h, the cars made their way over the almost pitch-black asphalt, recently renovated. It was the Van Luxemburgian government's plans to renovate and newly build large parts of Autobahn, so that the growing number of cars could be accomodated, and important cities could be reached. A sign reading "Aire du Longeville-Sud" came closer, showing a TOTAL fuel station, aswell as a small restaurant and parkings. The convoy entered the most right lane, leading towards the rest station. First the Total station came into view, followed by the signs of the restaurant. All cars stopped under the cover of the refueling station, and filled up, heavily guarded by local Police. Then, the cars drove on onto a parking place, and allowed Ananko and Osea-One to get out. The local Police then exited the Aire by the service road, and the convoy was alone, leaving out a dozen of other cars standing around to rest aswell. However, the cars carrying Osea-One and Ananko stood at a silent part of the parking, near the restaurant, not that crowded at this time of day. The Policiers quickly cuffed Ananko and Osea-One together, before walking them to the restaurant, and allowed them to take a seat. Other Policiers weren't seated at the two's table, but at the tables around them.

We're going to get some food here. Can we bring you something? And no, this isn't a high-class Michelin-star restaurant. Something like a steak with French Fries.

The officer waited till Osea and Ananko made their order. He looked around, and saw the restaurant from the inside. It was new, and the seating was not damaged. All was tidy, and hat you would expect from the refueling stations at the Van Luxemburgian Autobahn. Although the Aire had been in service since 1976, it had been rebuilt several times, and renovated frequently. The budget the Van Luxemburgians had for their beloved motorways was enormous, and enough to service and build huge networks. It was all managed from one Ministry, the Ministry of Traffic. The known yellow service vehicles could be seen at any given time, working to keep the motorways working. They were assisted by specialized services of the Police, Ambulance and Fire services. The so-called Autobahnpolizei, Autobahnnotarzt and Autobahnfeuerwehr are specialised in duties on and around the motorways, and had the best vehicles of all services available. The Autobahn really was the baby of the Van Luxemburgian people. They would be able to stop the whole nation dead in it's tracks, when there would something change with the roads so beloved by the nation.

But for now, nothing was in dagner of being destroyed, the Officer hoped. Ananko and Osea would be safely transported back to Luxembourg, where they would be sentenced for 20 years, going up to life imprisonment. The Judge would probably sentence them all to be in prison in Van Luxemburg, as the Public Ministry, the official plaintiff of this case. The Van Luxemburgian judicial system didn't differ much from that of most European nations. There would be a plaintiff and a defendant, and the sentence would be decided by the Judge after several witnesses had passed the court. There was no Jury, and the Judge had the sole right to sentence someone. He therefore followed a long and hard training, so that he could do his job the best he could. The Van Luxemburgians had full trust in their judges, aswell as their judicial system. Osea and Ananko were completely safe and comfortable in the Federal Prisons, which were known to be as comfortable as a hospital room, the population always joked. The prisoners had TV and enough facilities, and if someone behaved themselves, they could file a request for an object they wanted, such as the Playstation or the cellphone, popular items in most federal prisons.

So, Ananko and Osea, what will it be?

OOC: Good news, I'm releasing some of the records of the war (including the one your troops fought in), just to give some pleasurable reading insight as to what-the-hell-happened inside my god-forsaken country.

IC:

Okchabursk Federal Prison
Hivez, South Belka, Vuhifell
Cell Station 4 - Cell #22

An old man, maybe around his mid-eighties, was sitting in a barely furnished room. A single toilet, a sink, and a soft, cushiony bed. Underneath the bed lay several books, many of them about Vuhifellian Constitutional Law, and even more were about the recent history; the Federal Law reviews, formation of Wellow, Daijima, North Osea, Verusa, Sapin, and Ustio, etc.

Unlike their counterparts in Van Luxemburg, the luxuries in Vuhifellian prisons usually depended on who owned them. If the government owned them, then the highest luxury would probably be the prison library, the A/C and heater in the cell, and, if you were lucky, maybe an extra hour before the guards forced you to sleep.

A large, muscular man walked up to the cell. The door was a heavy, three inch thick steel slab, which was opened, locked, and controlled electronically. The door had a small, slight window set in about eye level, made up of one inch thick bullet-proof glass.

Before, the man used to be known as David Macker, President and founder of Foxtecha Corporation. Now, he was known as 73623-827 GSC: IF (Which meant he was the 73,623rd prisoner detained at Okchabursk. The 827th to have his cell, and he was arrested in Golden Skies City, Quadrant I, Sector F)

"David Phillip Macker. You have visitors."

"Who are they?" He managed to wheeze out. They had drained the longevity bacteria from him, his life blood. All eight Mackers had the bacteria sucked out of them, and were all sentenced five years in Okchabursk for substance abuse. David, however, was tried and convicted of weapons trafficking, slave ownership, human trafficking, extortion, embezzlement, trading with the enemy, conspiracy to assassinate the president, illegal weapons ownership, and drug smuggling. He managed to escape the death penalty by releasing the names of other, guilty, Foxtechan leaders.

"They're from the Consortium..."

Van Luxemburg

"Ladies and gentlemen, please buckel your seatbelts, we are preparing to land." The pilot of Air Ixion Flight 1930 said in English, before repeating it in Russian and Japanese. The flight had departed from North Point 12 hours earlier. Among the tourists (and occasional government agent) were Anna Navarro and Benjamin Hartman, both of them, highly trained, highly experienced, highly paid Consortium assassins...

(OOC: Hope you don;t mind this)

A4

They both ordered hamburgers with some soda. Hardly the mean they'd usually eat but...

"You think we should tell them?" Asked Osea-One, while none of the officers was listening.

"Tell them what?"

"About the Consortium and how they probably have assassins in country by now?"

"No...let them figure it out of their own."

(OOC: I don't mind. Should the convoy stay at the restaurant, or do you want them on the Motorway?)

Luxembourg-Findel Intl. Airport, Customs office

Air Ixion flight 1930 from North Point has docked at Gate C, Terminl 2. Would all passengers please report to customs?

While the passengers of the aircraft slowly passed along the 3 custom counters, showing off their passports and some even visums and vaccination cards. On separate counters, Benjamin Hartman and Anna Navarro showed off their passports. The customs quickly looked over them, checked the stamps and the picture, passed it through a small falsure scanner and returned them to the two tourists.

Welcome to Van Luxemburg! May I hand you this tourist information book, it shows all info on rules and laws in Van Luxemburg, aswell as a complete guide to our nation from the National Tourist Board. If you want to hire a car, Hertz is 100 meter over to the Main Hall. Taxi's await outside. We hope you enjoy your stay.

The customs officer began to help the next passenger, and left Hartman and Navarro alone.

A4

The policier walked away, bearing the order in mind. He picked a plate, and walked up to the soda rack. He opened the fridge, and looked inside. A massive choice made it hard to go for the right one.

Fanta, 7up, Coca-Cola, Cassis, Jus d'orange... Damnit. i don't know what to pick for them. Heh, everyone likes Cola.

The policier took two bottles of Cola out of the fridge, and received two glasses to go with them. He walked onto the kitchen part of the buffet and ordered. A man with a French accent answered him.

Two Hamburgers please. With bread.

'Amburgers? C'est not posssible. Vous got Steak Haché. Ne pas de 'Amburgers. You not respect ze French cuisine.

Steak Haché with bread then. French fries to go with them. And here.

The Policier got a small book out of his pocket and handed it over to the cook
. It was a guide to the English language. He then waited for his order to get finished, and walked on to the counter. He showed his Police ID, and walked back to Ananko & Osea's table, and dumped the two plates on the table, accompanied by two bottles of Cola.

There you go. Have a nice meal. we'll move on in a few moments, so hurry.

Luxembourg-Findel Intl. Airport

The design was...definately not Vuhifellian. The airport lacked the gritty, metallic, post-modern feel of a Vuhifellian building.

Anna took a small, subnotebook laptop out of her bag. Ben took out an even smaller USB memory stick from his pocket, and inserted it into the laptop.

'AXE & HAMMER OPERATING SYSTEM
PRECISION INSTRUMENT INDUSTRIES
DINSMARK, SOUTH BELKA'

The small screen displayed this image in yellow, before the entire screen turned bright red, where it faded to a light red, before displaying numerous photographs, and columns of information.

"Howard Fortstall - Target Tau
D.O.B. - 9.04.1953
Blood Type: AB+
Notable Features: Burned, scarred skin all around body
Allergies: Soy, Peanuts
Education: 10-Year Graduate of the North Point Officers Academy
Combat Experience: Soldier during the Vuhi-Comm War
Current Location: Van Luxemburg
Height: 5'7"
Eyes: Brown
Hair: N/A
Race: Caucasion"

"Viktor Ananko - Target Sigma
D.O.B. - 6.06.1974
Blood Type: O-
Notable Features: Two small moles 2" apart on right forearm
Allergies: Felt
Education: 2-Year Graduate of the University of New Valais [Kazach]
Combat Experience: Kazach Storm Trooper
Current Location: Van Luxemburg
Height: 5'11"
Eyes: Red
Hair: White
Race: Greykan"

"Ryoichi Seriguya - Target Epsilon
D.O.B. - 1.14.1980
Blood Type: A+
Notable Features: Large, vertical scar on left arm. Large, horizontal scar on right knee
Allergies: None Known
Education: 2-Year Graduate of the University of Sudentor
Combat Experience: Kazach Storm Trooper/ General
Current Location: Last seen at Freiburg, entering convoy on autobahn
Height: 5'9"
Eyes: Grey
Hair: Brown
Race: Asian"

"Well, shall we get a move on. The Consortium has the most information of Target Epsilon, we will strike him down first..."

A4

The two of them hurried, just as the officer ordered them to. This wasn;t their first time being arrested, but it was the first time being arrested where there was no hope of escape...

"Hey, Ananko?" Osea-One was staring out a window, both of them silent, with the exception of Osea-One's words of course.

"Yeah?"

"How...How come the Consortium craves for so much power?"

"So naive, young one, you have yet to learn the grim truth of Vuhifellian history. The past sixty years of our continent's history has been written by corporations, Foxtecha, for example. Before its death, Foxtecha had the 7th largest military one Earth, you hear me? A single corporation could have wiped out several of the nations..."

"But why?"

"To keep its iron grip on Vuhifell. That's the truth. These corporations feast on war, on death, on the suffering of others, they'd gladly kill Heads of State or common citizens, so long as they get profit in the end..."

"Dear Tyth..."

"Tyth won;t help you. Not even Razgriz or Aden can kill these demons, that burden has been left to man..."

A4

Okay, that was it. We're leaving off now, as we're running out of time.

Osea-One and Ananko were quickly took outside, and both loaded up in their respective Volvo's. The cars quickly linked up with the rest of the vehicles, and drove onto the A4 again. They chose the left lane, and began heading off to Luxembourg again.

Luxembourg-Findel Intl.

At the Herz stand, several posters of cars and special offers were hanging around, and many employees stood at the counter, waiting for customers. When Anna and Ben arrived at the counter, they immediately asked for a car that go 300+, not a strange question in a nation where large parts of the Autobahn had no speed limit. They also asked for an average-looking car, so the employee serving them went to work. He returned with two folders after a few minutes.

I have a BMW-Alpina B5 going 317, aswell as a Brabus E V12 Biturbo. That one does 350. The hire for the Brabus is about 100 Euro a week more expensive.

Anna and Ben decided to go with the Brabus, and the employee quicklee handed them the keys of the car, aswell as the contract, information about the vehicle and about Herz.

Outside, a Grey Brabus E V12 Biturbo waited for it's drivers. It's interior, Red leather with metallic accent strips, was clean and brushed, the Satnav ready to go. The car was clean-looking, and there was no scratch on the surface. It was shiny, and the registration form showed that they were the first to actually drive the vehicle, outside the Herz drivers which had done it's first kilometres, allowing Anna and Ben to go flat-out with the car. The registration came from April 2006, and was one of the latest Brabus'es delivered in Van Luxemburg.

According to the Council of Foreign Affairs; Ministry of Airline Security's list of what was allowed on airplanes, no passenger entering or leaving Vuhifell can carry an assembled, loaded weapon onto the craft, either in the cargo hold or in the main passenger area. What it did allow, was the seperate transfer of unassembled weaponry, so long as a single passenger did not have all the parts necessary to complete a gun...

They both carried different parts to different guns, and each of them had packed plenty of ammunition in lead suitcases, no questions asked at the airport, lead suitcases were commonly sold on the west and southern coasts...

"Hand me your bag." Ben instructed, as Anna got into the driver's seat. Anna had been behind the wheel during several car persuits involving her and her targets, she usually won, unless they had a tank escort...

Inside the duffel bags Ben and Anna brought with them, all unassembled: two glock pistols, one desert eagle, one Remington 870P shotgun, one AWM sniper rifle, along with two M4A1 assault rifles and one AK-74 assault rifle. Ben quickly assembled all of them and put Anna's share of the weapons, along with her ammunition, on the passenger seat in the front.

"According to the Consortium satellites, that convoy is about 170-300km away from here, last seen on the A4 highway."

"How current is the sat photo?" Asked ben, still loading ammo into the rifles' magazines.

"The photo was taken ten minutes ago, they were parked for refueling or for some other reasons, there was one man in handcuffs in the photo, dark hair, Objective Ossen believes that this is Target Epsilon."

"We'll recieve a pretty payoff once this is done, damn, they must have really pissed off the Consortium..."

She floored it, and gained access to the highway, going as fast as possible to intercept the convoy. Every four minutes the Consortium satellites would take photographs of where the convoy was suspected to be, the information would then be directly fed into her mini-laptop, now mounted on the car dashboard.

A4

"So, how long until you officers think we'll reach our target destination?"

Channel 02-OBC

"...Finally announcing that the Osean Broadcasting Corporation has puchased VCNN from HurezLink TV."

"Thank you for that bit of financial news Yuna. And now, to the Consortium meeting in Sangai City. Just as the leaders of the Vuhifellian economy closed the doors to the meeting room, the economic recession turned into a depression.

The Golden Skies Stock Market crashed yesterday, closing down 70,000 former Foxtechan jobs. The resulting closure of several former Foxtecha divisions shut down the stock exchanges of November City and Farbanti. Unemployment has reached its highest percentage since the Vuhi-Comm War and the value of the Credit is down several points compaired to the Van Luxemburgian Euro.

President Alicia Daniels has stated she will give unlimited economic powers to the Consortium to pull the nation out of the economic crisis."

Sangai City, Daijima, Vuhifell
Consortium Northern HQ

"Now that our data manipulation branch has caused a depression in this nation, it, in my opinion, is time to begin the purge..."

"I concur...Objective Tau, aka, Target Fortstall, is already being tailed by our best assassins. Foxtecha's wealth cannot be allowed to wander the market any further, if we delay the purge, it can be lost forever!"

"Yes...I, as Master Maester of the Consortium, propose that we begin the purge immediately, I agree with Honorary Maester Malone...we can't have anyone else steal away Foxtecha's wealth..."

Okchabursk Federal Prison
Visiting Room #09

"Why are you here?"

"Master Maester Macker..." The Consortium man sat on the opposite side of bullet-proof glass from David Macker. In a business suit, he picked up his ringing cell phone, and answered it.

"Hello?"

"The purge has begun, we no longer need Master Maester Macker..."

"Understood." The man in the business suit hung up his cell phone, the stared blankly into David's eyes.

"Sorry about this Master Maester..."

He pulled out two desert eagle pistols from the back of his pants and aimed them in between David's eyes, had there not been bullet-proof glass there, David's life surely would have ended, but with each bullet that hit the glass, the oncoming bullets kept pressing the shattered bullets even farther, they would eventually penetrate the glass...

"Freeze! Drop the gu-"

The man in the business suit turned around on his heels, a 180 spin, and fired two rounds into the guard who had burst through the door, one was below his nose, another bullet hit his eye...

Of course David had ran back to the safety of his cell by now, that didn't stop his Consortium assassin though...

"Red Four, what's going on? We heard gunshots!" screemed a voice from the guard's belt radio, the assassin simply bent down, began sifting through the dead guard (he would need to find another guard and take their uniform, and access card was good for now) and answered the radio.

"Red Four to security control, all's fine down here, but prisoner 73623-827 GSC: IF has acquired a gun, approach with caution!"

"Roger that, we'll have VPU guards at his cell within the minute."

OOC: After a week of the flu, I recovered! Jay!

IC:

A4

The driver answered, while he took the road to the outer-left lane, and joined the other Volvo.

I think it'll be some 1 to 2 hours of driving.

He then closed the bulletproof glass screen, dividing him and the rear seat.

Luxembourg-Findel Intl.

High up on the second floor, a man in his early thirties watched the people flow by. He had a camera under his arm, and on the lookout for suspicious-looking persons. He saw Ben and Anna pass by, but saw them as a married couple heading out for their hired car. He didn't take any pictures to send to the IVD, which would then send someone after them.

Outside however, a second post awaited. A man wandering at the roadmap of all Van Luxemburgian Autobahns was using a mirror to see all activity on the Herz terrain. The Van Luxemburgians had more posts like these, elsewhere on the large parking. While the 25-year-old woman awaited, she saw Ben and Anna step into their Brabus. However, she was able to see several barrels moved around, and one of the finished M4's. She immediately recognised the two as "Dangerous", and called the IVD.

Chateau Vianden

Good afternoon, isn't the weather great tonight?

The man at the Chateau mentioned "Weather", the codeword for that night. The person on the other side had to answer this by fulfilling the code.

Yes it is, especially at the pond in Hyde Park

"Park" was the second part of the code, which meant that the person was employed by the IVD.

Agent F20-3 reporting. Brabus E V12 Biturbo, License Plate HD 9167, heading on A31 towards Thionville, Weaponry seen. At least one Assault Rifle, Type M-4. High-speed driving.

Thank you. We will do something about it.

Some minutes later, a Koenigsegg CCR came out of the garage of the Autobahnpolizei in Luxembourg, and used it's own preferred lane to get on the Autobahn A-31, which eventually ended up on the A4. It caught up with a Marcos TSO Roadster, which had a top speed laying around 100 km/h lower than the 390 the Koenigsegg could do. Both cars had no warning lights on top of the roof, but enough lights to warn the drivers that they were coming. The Marcos also had a single warning light on a thick, short pole behind the passenger seat, which asssisted them in the fight through the busy traffic, always present around Luxembourg.

From Chateau Vianden, a BMW M5, coloured in silvergrey, rolled off the long moutaineous road towards the castle. It brutally accelerated, and headed off over a National Road. It would take him somewhat longer to arrive, so the office of the IVD on Luxembourg-Findel had sent a helicopter. An Aerospatiale Gazelle, approximately 20 years old, headed off in Southern direction, up to intercept the car. It was set as high-Priority, as another convoy was moving up the A4, in directly the opposite direction as the Vuhifellians were driving, with an assault rifle.

"How far until we reach the target?"

"Judging from ConsortoQuest (OOC: I f-ing hate MapQuest) we're a few kilometers from their position, should I transfer to the opposite side now?"

"Yes, of course. With any luck we can get real close to the target cars..."

The familiar red screen on the laptop began to flicker on and off now, something was wrong,

'ALERT: Consortium SpySat 04 - Over orbit (Van Luxemburg, Russia, Alaska, Canada) has been lost. Probable cause (VAF airstrike on Satellite.) Most possible cause (Stabilizer malfunction).'

'ALERT: Consortium IntelSat 09 - Over orbit (Van Luxemburg, Egypt, Saudi Arabia, Yemen, Antarctica, United States, Canada) has stopped functioning. Confirmed cause (lack of maintenance)'

'ALERT: Consortium CommSat 01 - Over Orbit (Russia) has stopped functioning. Confirmed cause (Lack of maintenance)'

In the short few months since Foxtecha's death, most industies, like the space industry, stopped functioning correctly...

So here it was, these two assassins, now without satellite assistance, Ben pulled out a roadmap of the area and began guiding Anna via the map.

(OOC: I'll just take that the convoy already jumped onto the A31. Your agents will also be there, the Autobahnpolizei and IVD are some minutes out.)

A31

The Koenigsegg sped up agressively, surpassing the Marcos' ability to keep up with the vehicle's brutal acceleration. It now engaged it's sirens, alarming any drivers that it was coming. It came close to the Brabus of Ben and Anna, at least within visual range. The flashes could be seen from far, and the sound of a helicopter, no, two helicopters, coming from opposite sides, was also closing. The Gazelle was able to catch up with the Koenigsegg, but it had a hard time to keep up with it. It was flying low, which meant it sometimes had to evade trees or highrise roadside signs. The Brabus was easy to follow from a distance, as it was the car with the highest speed of them all. When it exited the A31, the Koenigsegg dove off the exit, and followed the Brabus, wheels heavily protesting. When it was stable again, after a few attempts to break away, the car roared and accelerated, before reaching the other end of the Autobahn. It accessed the motorway again, and again had problems with the handling. With no ABS or ESP, it was a hard time for the drivers to steer the agressive vehicle, but they were able to cope with it. The CCR reached upwards to the Autobahn, and almost made a jump when it came up. The drivers then carefully floored the car again, knowing that too much of power would make them lose control. It now was quite close to the E V12, and the Koenigsegg engaged it's LCD screen, mounted on the dashboard. One was also mounted in the back, but it was unused, as the car they needed to halt was in front of them.

POLICE - FOLLOW

The LCD monitor could be easily seen from outside the car, and the Officers inside it thought that the Biturbo would stop. Maybe they were wrong....
However, the speed on the other side of the Autobahn was slower, according to Ben and Anna for interception of the convoy. The Brabus drove around 180 km/h, and now the Marcos, aswell as the helicopter were able to catch up. The Marcos drove right behind the Koenigsegg, but switched to the right side, and entered the emergency lane. It overtook the Koenigsegg, and slowed down next to the Brabus. The Officers were busily waving them towards the side, when the helicopter caught up. The low-flying helicopter, marked "IVD" in it's recognition number, halted above the Brabus, leaving only the left lane and the road in front of the car empty. Now, it was up to the drivers...

OOC: I would consider getting the flu a blessing at this time of the school year.

"Shit, estimated intercept on the convoy?"

"Twenty minutes, Anna, just keep driving!"

"HAND ME A PISTOL READY TO FIRE THEN!"

They were screaming at each other, two police cars were on them, one behind them and one just beside Ben. Ben handed Anna the desert eagle, ready to fire, and she just as promptly opened the driver window and began to fire at the car behind them, aiming for the driver, not the tires or any other humanitarian way of shooting.

"Holy shit! What the fudge do you think you're doing!"

"SHUT UP AND SHOOT!"

Ben picked up the AK-47 in the front passenger seat, shot out the glass to his window using a pistol, and fired at the police car beside them.

"They have a helicopter! Shit! BEN!"

"I'm busy!"

OOC: It truly is, you miss a lot, trust me. :D

A31

Shit! Armed and dangerous was it, isn't it? Get me APHQ, now! And hand me your pistol!

The passenger of the Koenigsegg saw Ben shooting, barely missing his neighbour at some millimetres. Two bullets hit right next to his head in the chair. The driver then pulled out his pistol, and handed it to the passenger, before picking up the radio and calling up the Autobahnpolizei headquarters.
The officer sitting next to him took his hand outside the car, quite hard at this speed. He then fired 7 rounds at the tires of the car in front of him, attempting to hit the car, and make it stop at this speed.

Next to the Brabus, the Marcos drove calmly, until the AK-47 appeared in clear sight. As Ben emptied a magazine into the car, it was hit on it's flanks, causing one tire to blow, and hitting the driver in it's leg. The car vanished out of sight, losing speed.

Attention, this is Patrol Rainbow Black 9, we are under fire by a male and a female in a Brabus E V12 Biturbo, License HD9167. Requesting backup. We have lost Rainbow Black 10, requesting Ambulance support. Relay this to the IVD aswell.

However, the Gazelle hovering up above wasn't accounted for, and had a sharpshooter with JK13 aboard. The JK13 was almost similar to the SIG551, and was being staged into the Van Luxemburgian Army at this time. The Gazelle had about 4 magazines with it, enough for the sharpshooter. He aimed the weapon from a helicopter, not someone's ideal view of accurate aiming, but it was possible, acording to the expert. He aimed for about 20 seconds, and then emptied a complete magazine into the car, before quickly reloading, and switching to semi-automatic. He then fired another magazine at vital parts like the tires, fuel tank and others, before the helicopter gained speed and began to fly ahead of the car, Up until some kilometer. It then slowly descended, until the helicopter hovered only some centimetres above the asphalt, right in fron of all cars. Most were able to brake, others had to park their cars along the road. This made that a perfect and solid block was created, with exception of the outer-left lane. It was kept free for the convoy carrying both Osea-One and Ananko. However, the helicopter was hovering in front of the outer-left lane, blocking all traffic.

In the meantime, the convoy had received info about all the problems up ahead, and exited the A31, and ran up a local D-road, slowly pulling away from the A31, but leading into the direction of Luxembourg.

"HANG ON!" Anna was now driving on her rims. All her tires had been blown out, and, even for a professional roadway killer such as herself, this was proving more than difficult.

"Chopper ahead!" Anna flung her left arm out the driver window, firing at the chopper, while Ben began preparing the two M4A1 assault rifles.

"If we can't down that thing, we'll just hijack another car!" Ben screamed, while Anna skidded sideways and slowed down, just enough so that, if the chopper moved, they would be able to clear the lane, if not, they would be able to jump out without much injury...

OOC: Maybe I should check out what all the commotion over the World Cup is, Japan's my team, man!

A31

Hang on! There they come!

The Brabus was still accelerating, while the helicopter kept on track, hanging only centimetres above the asphalt, unwilling to move for the oncoming car. Meanwhile, the sharpshooter was busy reloading his rifle, and was ready just in time. He fired a complete magazine of his rifle into the car, leaving only one magazine left, which he stored behind him. He was however hit halfway by one of Anna's bullets, which made his arm unable to move. He was helped by the copilot, which began firing his own pistol, but was hit in his underbelly and dropped off the helicopter. Bulletholes began to appear along the sides of the chopper, until an oil leak made the pressure of the tubing tumble and the helicopter came down. It made a quite soft landing, but was unable to take off yet again.

At this point, two Renault Espace MPV's showed up, both having the single warning light near the driver's side of the roof. All doors opened at once when the vehicles hastily frinded to a halt, and a 12-man TCT team jumped out, still reloading their weapons and readying themselves for a quick intervention. But, at this speed, they couldn't do anything, than looking at how the car would crash into the helicopter, or that it would be able to brake just in front of it.

A bullet hit Anna in her left leg, courtesy of the chopper's sharpshooter. As she screamed from the bullet wound, she lost control of the vehicle, and let go of the steering wheel for just a fraction of a second, which, in their case, was more than enough time to lose control.

The crashing force of their car against a parked one forces Ben finger to retract on the trigger, firing another bullet into Anna's right shoulder, all the while, the large amounts of guns in the rear seats had, during the crash, crushed his right leg, and severly bruising his thigh...

"Now what? We lost the contract." Was all Anna said. They knew it, they were trapped, even if they managed to get the car started again, the Van Luxemburgian sharpshooter had drained all the fuel from the car, and they were too heavily injured to make an escape...

"I suggest coughing up blood and making yourself look pretty, at least you might get a few months less in prison that way." Ben managed to say, shards of glass were sticking out of his cheeks, and he began to throw all the weapons out of the rear window, one by one.

"Van Luxemburgian police! We surrender! Do not shoot us!"

The TCT team quickly closed in, holding their submachine guns up on their shoulder, making them able to immediately fire a hail of bullets towards the crashed car. They moved up by putting one foot in front of the other, and pulling their last leg up to the first, therefore having the most stability for their rifles.

Van Luxemburgian police! We surrender! Do not shoot us!

The Police officers saw a large amount of weaponry dumped out of the back, but the group of heavily-armed men continued at the same pace. They aimed their rifles for important parts of the car, and walked the same way as before. Taking cover behind halted cars, some of the group ran parts of the path towards glory, making them reach the car earlier. They maintained their aim while opening the door of the car, and pulled Ben and Anna out with their weaponry pointed at them. They were quickly lifted out of the wreck, and laid on the pitch-black asphalt, not very comfortable at 25 degrees Celsius.

From afar, two modified Mercedes-Benzes could be heard, sounding the siren, and the blue lights flickering continually. They were coloured yellow, and had the standard paintjob for a Van Luxemburgian ambulance; Red cross and the insignia of the local Ambulance corps, aswell as the logo of the Ministry of Health. Local Community insignia's had been painted in the same row aswell, while the front of the car was decorated with the vehicle number, painted over the hood. They closed in at a high rate of speed, looking almost unable to brake before they stopped at the crash site. The sound of an oncoming helicopter was unmistakable, and only moments later a yellow helicopter showed up, again with a red cross and the Ministry of Health's insignia. However, the local insignia's had made way for the logo of the hospital of Thionville, the one that was nearest to the crash. Thionville was close to the Region border, where the A31 headed into the Region Luxembourg. Thionville was therefore relatively close to Luxembourg, and housed some of the Ministers.

The Ambulance crews jumped out of their vehicles quickly, assisted by the helicopter's crew. They quickly checked the state of Anna and Ben -steady-, and then went on with the standard procedures.

I need two stretchers. The woman needs to be transported by helicopter, the man can go by car. Check the people in that other car, please.

The crew of the second ambulance managed to open the door of the other car, assisted by the counterterrorism operatives, which had took off most of their gear, which was black, heavy and uncomfortable with this heat. They simply wore a pair of black trousers, aswell as a T-shirt with the insignia of the local TCT unit. They also had a holster with their pistol, only for emergencies. They quickly took the driver of the vehicle out of the car, and was immediately lifted onto a stretcher. The police recorded his adress and telephone number, and the driver went off to hospital with a headache, a broken arm and leg, bruised ribs, fingers and wrist, aswell as an internal bleeding, the doctors found out in the hospital.

Ben and Anna were also transported to hospital, Ben with several broken ribs, and Anna with her wounds, aswell as two broken legs. Both were quickly transferred to the hospital department of the Federal Prison Mulhouse, near Switzerland, in France.

(OOC: I guess this is the end for Ben and Anna?)

OOC: Unless you want more crazy shite to happen...do you?

Cinnigrad, Yuktobania, Vuhifell
Grand Maester Tsuramaru - Division of Contracts

A computer screen flashed red and yellow on and off on the Grand Maester's desk. His office was on the 77th floor of Yuktoblast Industries HQ. The owners of the Precision Instrument Industry, the maker's of the Axe & Hammer OS...

The room was brightly lit, in one corner were a set of mahogany chairs, and in another corner, a large painting of Howard Fortstall shaking hands with David Macker...

His desk was a simple slab of glass on highly polished titanium, his computer, a laptop, and the man himself, an 84 year old Japanese-Vuhifellian executive with gray hair, and the current leader of one of the two Technical Superpowers on the continent. (After Petran Electronics, of course)

With a click, both a man, and a woman's face appeared on the screen, with several columns of information following.

"Oh bother...it would seem they've failed to complete the contract. Well, we have no other agents in the area, so..."

Thionville Hospital

"I'm guessing you aren't going to go easy on a jail sentence for us, are you? Seeing as we were trying to kill those three men you captured...Howard Fortstall, Viktor Ananko, and Ryoichi Seriguya?"

(OOC: Mwah... Nevermind. :D )

Wait a minute. Ryoichi Seriguya. Noted. And no, it isn't gonna be a light punishment. You wounded and you could've potentially murdered a lot of people, which means at least 8 years.

A31

The convoy now entered the A31 again, for only a few kilometers. The cars had a high speed, but had to keep it low, because they were nearing Luxembourg. Just before it, the brakes almost burnt away due to a traffic jam standing near the entry to the city. The cars left marks on the black asphalt, and had to take the emergency lane to pass by the enormous line of cars. The warning lights worked out perfectly, and the vehicles managed to reach the Rue du Fort-Thüngen easily. there, they quickly unloaded Ananko and Seriguya, and brought them into the court, where Fortstall was already waiting, after they had removed him from a broken pole. They were all seated on a small bench, guarded by Court Police.

Welcome, Howard Fortstall, Viktor Ananko and Ryoichi Seriguya. You have been brought here to stand trial for the accusations by the Public Ministry. They may start.

Hours and hours later...

The judge spoke, after having heard many defendants and plaintiffs.

I hereby will announce the punishments for the Defendant side. Howard Fortstall, has been accused of Murder, Genocide and heavy mistreatment of people. He therefore gets life imprisonment. He hasn't been found guilty of rape, however. Viktor Ananko has been accused of multiple Murders, aswell as Mistreatment. He therefore gets Life Imprisonment. Ryochi Seriguya has confessed and assisted police in their search, and therefore his penalty results in a 20-year imprisonment. All three will be placed in the Northern Federal Corrections Facility, located near Ehm, okay. It's 200 km up North from Moscow. They will be flown in by plane, leaving tonight.

Several Hours Earlier
Van Luxemburgian Court

Osea-One was now on the witness stand, testifying as to the reasons behind the group's actions...

"We were sent by the Consortium. Fortstall, as it should seem, if in quite a lot of trouble in Vuhifell, and he payed the Consortium for their support in helping him build a false life in Van Luxemburg..."

14:10 New Hivez Mean Time
High Court - Just south of Congressional Hall

Supreme Judge, Vyacheslav Fedoseev, was sitting behind his large, oak chair, in the High Court's Hall of Justice. Sitting beside him were the Head judges for the 15 states, and the special refugee division of Daijima.

In front of him, were several reporters, of international origin, and domestic. This was not the celebration they had hoped for when they had captured Howard Fortstall (Actually, the original plan was to use him as gene splicing test subject [Alicia and Patrick Daniels' plan called for the usage of his testicals as soccer balls]) But it was good enough.

"It has been unamimously decided by the High Court...that arest warrants for the following individuals have been made: Lucy Ouin, Justin Grubb, Byakuya Tsuramaru, Svyatoslav Raskolnikov, and Dieter Weber." The first statement was made from Head Judge of South Belka, Vincent Fierra, a former Kazach soldier...

Now it was Supreme Judge Vyacheslav Fedoseev's turn to speak, "This Court, along with support of the President of Vuhifell, has overturned Justin Grubb's status as the Head Councilor of Justice. The new Head Councilor, Jon Praetor, has cooperated and has declared all the suspects as enemies of Vuhifell. They are to be arrested on a single moments notice by any Vuhifellian authorities..."

Sangai City, Daijima, Vuhifell

A single VPU team went into the structure where the Consortium was meeting, there was no need to worry about security, an odorless, colorless, sleeping agent had been filtered into the air conditioning system, and all occupents were unconscious...

Master Maester Lucy Ouin was arrested within a few minutes...

Cinnigrad, Yuktobania, Vuhifell

A single UH-60 helicopter was prepared to take off from the roof of Yuktoblast Industries headquarters. A VPU sniper team was located six kilometers away, atop the Gründer Industries headquarters...

A large bullet hole appeared in the fuel tank a few seconds later, the elevator to the roof indicated it was going upwards...

Byakuya Tsuramaru was arrested by VPU teams without resistance. With his help, VPU teams arrested 19 other guilty members of the Consortium. He was later released that day for his part in apprehending Hans Weber, Dieter Weber's brother, and the top assassin of the Consortium.

New Hivez, South Belka, Vuhifell

"Yes. Yes, I know dear...I'll be home for dinner...No, I'm not working late again, I'm just finishing up some shopping..." former Councilor of Justice, Justin Grubb, was entering an armored SUV just outside of his hotel room. The SUV would take him to the airport, where a waiting Consortium jet would fly him to Switzerland, and safety.

That was the plan, before several Warmaster Mk II tanks intercepted him on the highway.

Justin Grubb was sent to the High Court for immediate trial. The High Court agreed 10-8 (The Supreme Judge's vote counts as two) that he should spend the rest of his life in prison.

Anfang, South Belka, Vuhifell

Inside the Anfang Natural History Museum, Dieter Weber had no clue of the events taking place in New Hivez. He was admiring several ancient Kazach artifacts preserved since World War I.

'Carbon dating has revealed that this (Lumen Device) was not only one of the world's oldest analog computers, but that it was created around the same time the Greek's began building them, several thousand miles away.'

An Anfang Police Department officer walked up to him, and placed him under arrest, following the warrant issued by the High Court.

"You have the right to silence, the right to representation, the right of bail, the right to choose to be tried by a jury or judge, the right to appeal this arrest, and the right to fair imprisonment as guided by the Federal Constitution."

Dieter Weber went quietly into the Anfang PD police cruiser, saying nothing. He was Director of Assassinations for the Consortium.

New Aden, North Osea, Vuhifell

The former Kazach city, and capital, was now bathed in artificial light at this time of day. Svyatoslav Raskolnikov was on his way to work, for the Naval Propulsion Laboratory, when a Kazach Police Force officer walked up to him. Clad in his orange NBC suit, the officer simply placed handcuffs around Svyatoslav's hands, said to him his rights, and began walking him off to a local Prefecture Station...

=====

All arrests were made within one hour. In that same hour, David Macker was almost shot...had it not been for his assassin's arrest in Okchabursk...

Northern Federal Corrections Facility

The small turboprop-engined aircraft approached the lonely runway, only recently cleared from snow and ice, to accomodate the current aircraft. Only a few prisoners were located here at Northern Federal. Most personnel lived here, as it was hours away from the nearest large town or city. No road was laid towards the facility, and it could only be reached by days of offroading or walking. There were more guards than inmates, and Fortstall and Co had no chance of escaping, the Van Luxemburgians thought.

Welcome to Northern Federal gentlemen. This will be your home for the rest of your life. Here you go with your clothing, and your cells are next to eachother, on the A-wing. You will be allowed to get outside for half an hour every 12 hours, And you will receive a pass to watch TV, 4 hours out of every 12. The rest of your time will be spent by sleeping, eating and working on things like pottery or flowering. Good behaviour means we can fulfill one wish at a time. This could be a playstation including some games, a mobile phone, a PC, without Internet ofcourse. And mind you, we'll track everything. Thre's nothing private here. If you really behave well, you can ask for a transfer to another prison here, or possibly a Federal Vuhifellian one. Oh, and mind you, the Consortium's also gone, so you can't go to one owned by them. Have fun down here, and, you can't escape.


Local Grand-Ducal Residence Chateau de la Messardière, French Rivièra

In a small room, where the Grand-Ducal Coat of Arms decorated the walls, accompanied by several paintings from the region, the Grand Duke sat, talking to a camera.

Ladies and Gentlemen, goodevening.

As you all might know, we recently arrested three topcriminals from The Vuhifellian States. There, the market recently collapsed and The Consortium was the only group left, controlling the economy. The Van Luxemburgian Government already took over some parts of Foxtecha, and with the collapse of the Consortium, They will again support the Vuhifellian Economy. We however do not think this might be enough. With these two companies down, we fear that the Vuhifellian Economy might become an economy consisting out of boys selling lemonade. Therefore, we will encourage Van Luxemburgian companies to build establishments and factories in the Vuhifellian States, and every establishment that is made in Vuhifell, means a 500,000 Van Luxemburgian Euro reward for a small company, and up to 50 million Van Luxemburgian Euro for an enormous establishment, housing thousands of jobs.
We hope this will encourage companies to establish their new work in Vuhifell. There is however one point we would like to state. The reward will only be given when there will be no loss to the Van Luxemburgian Economy, meaning that any Job places in Van Luxemburg must remain, and not vanish to Vuhifell.

That was all, Ladies and Gentlemen. All information about this offer can be requested at your local Tax office, or at the Ministry for Economical Affairs.

The coming days, the phones of the Tax officers never stopped ringing, and the waiting time at the Ministry was becoming longer and longer, up to half an hour of waiting time. Lots of companies and people were interested, and applied for the reward. They got the message that they had to prove that they had established work in Vuhifell, and how much, before the Reward would be offered. An increase of communications and airline traffic was easily noticeable, all passing from and back to Vuhifell. New companies were established, factories were planned out, and the Van Luxemburgian embassy gave out the official papers that proved they had established work in Vuhifell.

The Golden Skies Stock Exchange had re-opened...albeit to give news to everyone on the continent that because of the collapse of the Consortium, another 200,000 jobs had been lost. As if to make it worse, in the years since the war, the slums of Golden Skies City had expanded and engulfed a huge portion of Quadrant I. Now, the massive overcrowding of 200 Million people into a 1000 square mile area became a problem of 300 Million people in a 1100 square mile area...

Grand Memory Cemetary
New Hivez, South Belka, Vuhifell

'Church Mantiguez
1952-2004
Here lies the remains of EBG Colonel to Squad 49
May his soul be at peace, now that the war has ended,
And Tyth take him to the Holy Sanctum'

'James Lyndex
1980-2003
May the death of EBG 119 not go in vain,
The country he fought so valiantly to save was not Vuhifell,
The country he died for was not Vuhifell,
But fought for the betterment of mankind.'

All the former members of Squad 49 were gathered at the cemetary, them, and some of their new, Kazach friends.

"I'ma miss you chief...you too, you whiny bastard...." Patrick Malone was first, he laid down a bundle of red and white roses down on both of their graves. This was the 2st anniversary of 99's death, and the 3rd of 119's death, they had, both of them, died on the same day...

"I never knew you guys had missed us so much!"
A figure had yelled from behind the bushes on the other side of the fence -Was someone trying to impersonate their dead friends, because if they were, Alicia wasn't hesitating to pardon Squad 49 for their murder-...

Foxtecha Hydrogen Division

A representative from the Foxtechan Hydrogen Division had come to Van Luxemburg, to discuss terms of acquisition of the former Foxtechan Division.

OOC: Actually, I think we haven't got that much to do now. We caught Fortstall & Co, and we brought down The Consortium. What else is there to do? I would suggest ending this RP and think of a new RP.

OOC: Yeah. I just thought of re-introducing my personal favorite two EBG guys before ending.

OOC: Lol! They are always in there, aren't they?

Anyways, I thought of an RP playing in VL, which has the Middle-Eastern part breaking off and becoming a part of VL with all separate states, some enemy, some friendly to VL (and it's Allies). I already thought of a map, I can present it to you sometime on MSN. I still have to think of the complete storyline, but I think I'll succeed in that.

In that RP, TVS and VL could work together to stabilise that VL region again, By capturing the newly born nations, or using some force to get them inside a sort of Commonwealth. But when it starts, I'll have some other jobs to do first...