NationStates Jolt Archive

If their was one spy known in the world of The Hataria SpyNet (HSN) one well known Spy was Maria del Madi, a Spy From Hatarian Spain, the Bound haired spy was the one who sent Fase info to TFU about a Invasion fo their land so that The Hatarians could do a Invasion fo Coredia in NS War II (which failed).

But Now she was being sent into one Nation that would be a Challange to her......The Macabees

her Mission was to find out about the weapons and defenses of that nation so that Hataria would be ready if war started between them.

Maria was soon on the next Flight to The Macabees on a HatarAir Flight to The Macabeean Capital.

This is were our tale starts.............

IINSA Headquarters, Fedala
The large oak table was sorrounded by black suited agents of the IINSA, all of them pensative on the subject arrayed along the huge white screen in front of them. The screen was crowded with full color optical photography of a HatarAir liner and all of its many passengers, with time and date. It was immigration handling at its finest. The Injekil International Airport, at which this specific flight had landed, was overlooked by a task force of five agents that monitored incoming foreign traffic. Their job was to look at what stood out, and an airliner from a nation that rarely visited the Empire certainly stood out. They would consequently do a background check of all the passengers and hope to find a clue. If they had sufficient evidence they would send a highly guarded satellite databurst to headquarters and let them sort it out. Obviously this flight had caught the attention of various agents. The activity around the table and their deep devotion to studying those photographs available to them was testament to that.

The door opened near the front of the room and a taller, slightly overweight, man gracefully walked in. He was in no less formal attire than the rest of them, but his nametag read TILAR. Frederik Tilar was one of the head of the agencies, responsible for just this - unique immigration. He was also responsible for the arrests of over thirty Havenic agents and their consequent executions as spies. In other words, he was an expert at his job. He took a seat at the head of the tables, facing towards the white screen, and prepared his papers. The others made no formal commotion and continued their duties. Finally he spoke, "Alright gentlemen, what do you have for me?"

Agent Bakíer Estal stood up and cleared his throat. He was Tilar's advisor, responsible for giving him a briefing during the beginning of the meeting. Next to Estal was Rogíen Tal, Tilar's fireman. Estal spoke briskly, "This morning we received a HatarAir airliner, which was directed to the public terminals as HatarAir doesn't have a private station within Injekil. Most of the passengers had no history at all, except one."

Before contuining Frederik Tilar asked, "We get a lot of flights from Hataria. Other than this individual, what makes this flight special?"

"Well sir, we do get a number of Hatarian flights, although nothing really exciting. They are one of the countries with the least amount of exported tourism to the Empire. But, more than that, we are in war. Hatarian flights are normally for tourism, not random visiting, and I don't think that war attracts tourism."

Tilar nodded, "Very well, continue."

The other man did just that, "The one person who did catch our eye is one woman by the name of María del Madi. Spanish by birth, Hatarian by conquest. The only thing we know about her is that she is an agent. There is nothing linking her to anything illegal, but we know she is one of the top agents. Frankly, we know nothing about the Hatarian intelligence agency because it has never really interested us, but a few names do stick out and del Madi is one."

Frederik just wasn't satiated, "Why the hell would they risk her on a public flight?"

This time Estal didn't have answer, but he formulated the best he could, "I have no clue sir. But let me continue on her history." The screen behind him quickly focused in one one of the photographs - María's - and then reloaded to a photograph of her in The Federal Union. "This is her in the Federal Union as a known agent. She has spearheaded several of Hataria's biggist clandestine missions. She is a threat, sir." There was at least a flurry of another five minutes worth of images, but the most important information had been underscored.

Tilar thought to himself for a few seconds and then looked at his fireman, Rogíen Tal, and ordered, "You have a full team at your disposition. Four field agents will keep track of her in Fedala. If she leaves the city you are to follow here. At your disposal you have our satellites and a further task force of five agents. I don't think this is a threat, but at a time where there are over five enemies on our borders ready to pounce on this city I am not prepared to risk anything. Understood?"

Tal stood up abruptly and replied, "Yes sir!" With that said and done the table disspisated as tired agents returned to old posts. This was standard procedure and it had happened more than once. Most thought it would all go to naught - it was just one big hyped up rumor. But risks were never taken. One foul up and María del Madi would be highlighted as a potential target. She had chosen to meddle with the wrong nation's agency.

Secert IC: (there will be a lot of these.)

Maria soon entered the Hotel that pulled out a Tape Player and played it

"Agent Maria, your Mission it you cheek out the Macabeean Defenses, starting with any Military Bases in or around Fedala, Our Empress is also sending two of her Generals, acting as a H-Pop band doing a Music tour of The Macabees. This Play will go boom in one second." The Player soon went "pop" and that was it.

OOC: H-pop is short for Hatarian Pop Music, like J-Pop.

(OOC: Just a word of advice: Since this is espionage, everything in it is considered secret. Just flag anything that's not secret.)

Bump

Situation Room, IINSA Headquarters
Rogíen made his way through the vast and expanse corridors of the IINSA headquarters, heading to the same situation room he had sat in yesterday. The situation had gotten much more obvious, if that was the word for it. It was like a joke. A Hatarian band had decided to tour the nation during war and they had attempted to mask two high level officers, or more accurately general officers, as band players. Tal thought that they genuinely believed IINSA was led by fools. He shook the thought out of his head and cleared it in preperation to meet the department leader, Frederik Tilar. A soldier opened the room for him and he walked in extending his hand and shaking the other hands around the room. When he got to Frederik the man waved him to begin his report. There wasn't much to speak about, nothing María did had caught the attention of his agents, but there was something very grave. He cleared his throat and began, "After the sole Hatarian airliner landed yesterday we learn that a Hatarian music group is beginning to ready for a cross-Imperial music tour."

Tilar's face was emotionless, "Erm... they do understand that we are in the midst of the greatest war since the civil war, correct?"

Rogíen coughed lightly, "Apparently not." Nobody said a word and most of the agents in the room gave blank stares. Rogíen went on, "Two of the band players were thought to be out of place. We did a background check on the entire band and it seems as if two of them are Hatarian generals."

The deparment leader rose, obviously vexed at the annoying news, "What the hell are they doing? Do they really think they're going to get two bald generals to blend in with a youth band? Do they think we are utter retards?" Everyone stared at him blankly, obviously as confused as he was and he finished up with, "If they do anything stupid you have my personal orders to execute them in public. I'm not going to waste my time with this child's game."

Rogíen nodded and bowed out. At least this was amusing...

Hotel d'Unis
Agent Reb Destíar walked into the hotel a few minutes after María and didn't follow her. He simply walked to the cafeteria. He had various other minor field agents to patrol the exits in case she tried to make a run for it - not that she knew she was being followed. About ten minutes later he received no warnings and so he made his way to the counter and showed his agent placard. The hotel manager cleaned up quick. He showed the man a picture of the woman he was following and he said, "What room is she in?"

The other man gave him a room number and he nodded and finished, "I want to know everything that happens in and out of this hotel that has regards to her. When she left, et cetera. I don't care if you have to put four more cameras in this place. We will pay for it all." With that he backed away and left. She was not going to go anywhere without IINSA knowing about it. She had been made [OOC: caught] the second she set foot in this country. If this was to teach anybody a lesson it was not to send high level spies through national airliners.

a few miles away from The Macabees.

one Plane was heading for Macabeean Airspace, on it were back up Music Players and Two Grand Generals dressed as Rock Girls for their Mission to help Maria in case, as Asuka said " Those baka headed Macs find vut what ve are doing." Nadia knew that is would be the oddest thing ever, but luckly, she was a good Singer, along with The Red hair German-Hatarian (a German born in Hataria.) with a short fuse known as Asuka.

"Well, Ve will Show our taliet and vock The Macs to their Capital." Asuka said.

"I hope so Asuka." Nadia said, "if what Maria finds is good, then we will have a Chance in case of war."

The Plane soon entered Macabeean airspace.

[OOC: You can go on, I really have nothing to respond with. :P ]

The Plane soon landed in The Injekil International Airport, with the words on it in in Blue and Red Letters.

Nady&Assy


The Assy wasn't well liked by Asuka who was pissed alittle and was talking in german.

the rest of the crew of Nady&Assy were Low Profile Spies and Hatarian Imperial Gaurdsmen.

"HELLO MACABEES!" Nadia soon yelled. she was dress like a 1980's Music Star, Boa, Flashy Dress ect. while Asuka was more gothic as you could say. this was going to be one hell of a time.

The band wasn't very well known, but the people were desperate for some entertainment in a city which was almost constantly under alert for artillery bombardments or aerial strikes. This would prove to be quite the respite, and so the airfield was actually quasi-packed with 'fans' as the pop artists made their way down the staircase. Tired citizens yelled out cheers and made quite a bit of noise, waving flags of both Hataria and the Empire in the air - it was a spectacle. It also made hiding movements much, much easier. What the 'pop artist' didn't know was that there were at least twenty agents keeping track of them. In any case, the band was loaded up in their convoy cars and sent to their quarters, led by and followed by protective agents, most of which worked for IINSA. They had been made [caught]. The Hatarians would have to look for another way in.

[OOC: You can go into operations further than that, I'm really running out of ways to respond.]

The band wasn't very well known, but the people were desperate for some entertainment in a city which was almost constantly under alert for artillery bombardments or aerial strikes. This would prove to be quite the respite, and so the airfield was actually quasi-packed with 'fans' as the pop artists made their way down the staircase. Tired citizens yelled out cheers and made quite a bit of noise, waving flags of both Hataria and the Empire in the air - it was a spectacle. It also made hiding movements much, much easier. What the 'pop artist' didn't know was that there were at least twenty agents keeping track of them. In any case, the band was loaded up in their convoy cars and sent to their quarters, led by and followed by protective agents, most of which worked for IINSA. They had been made [caught]. The Hatarians would have to look for another way in.

[OOC: You can go into operations further than that, I'm really running out of ways to respond.]


Asuka and Nadia were in their Room talking, after cheeking for hiden Mics and cameras. They knew that The Macs were going to try to find out about The Mission.

"Vhat I hope is that Maria will Get the Info on their weapons and defenses so that we will be ready for a War if it starts." Asuka said, "Luckly we are sending our people to Sale Tickets to everyone, even The Soldiers." "With Luck," Nadia said "The Macs will not go after us, and Maria will know what to do if captured." "and not only That," Asuka soon said, Smileing, "If The Macs try any thing on us, It will be on Hatarian TV and Worldwide, The Macs will not Dare try anything without starting a war."

In the City, The Hatarian Agents were handing out free Tickets to passers by and Troopers. Posters were everywhere and The Hatarian Boradcast Companty was senting a Crew to Show it on Hatarian TV.

Maria know that the time was soon and she soon cheeked out of her Room and headed for a Safe House set up by a few Low Profile Spies that were also on The same HatarAir Filght Maria was on.

the Mission would start Soon.

Somewhere around Fedala...
Reb Destíar was somewhat tired after the drive. He had been sleeping when he was suddenly alerted to María's movements out of the hotel. What a trip! Destíar had not really followed her, a geosynchronous satellite had. Destíar was amazed that they would use one of those babies to track his prey, given that those abominations were expensive. In any case, it allowed him to make it to her next location without risking getting made. No doubt it would have been infinetely more difficult to track a spy, but once you knew who was the spy the spy really had it coming. Most of the time the spy would figure it out and leave, but this María seemed intent on continuing her mission. The poor woman probably never noticed the sheer amount of agents keeping track of her at all times. Admittedly, the IINSA was a well organised and trained organisation and it wouldn't be a simple matter of figuring out that you were being traced, but a notable spy like her should have known after she saw the first five burly men sitting around the hotel lobby. Destíar shrugged to himself. It was her fault. Reb parked his Tango et Kartuma about half a kilometer away from the location of his prey, and there were other agents inserted by third party agents. The house was being sorrounded. María was not getting out of there without being caught. Checking that all his gear was in store around him he made his way towards the house and he pondered to himself whether or not he should just walk up to her and tell her that they knew who she was. Maybe then she would decide to simply go home. But then he shook his head. No, it would be much more exciting to arrest her when the time came.

Setting up just above the house he made himself as a comfortable as he could, which was fairly difficult, noting that he was lying between a very rough landscape. Around the house at least five agents had positioned themsleves prone, most of them with some sort of high velocity rifle. Nobody was taking chances. Reb thought about his vehicle. If María wanted to run he would have to get to his car first, but then again the satellites above them would make sure he would know where she was even if he didn't see her. In the world of overblown budgets anything was possible. IINSA, the love child of the Empire, was certainly part of that overblown budget.

A low crackle came over his radio piece in his ear, "This is Echo-Five-Mike, orders."

"Echo-Five-Mike, this is Papa-One, orders are to stay put. Fire only when told, over." He gave his orders clear. This bitch would survive unless he thought she had done a no-no.

"Roger that Papa-One."

Reb had a feeling that he would be here all night.

Somewhere around Fedala...
Reb Destíar was somewhat tired after the drive. He had been sleeping when he was suddenly alerted to María's movements out of the hotel. What a trip! Destíar had not really followed her, a geosynchronous satellite had. Destíar was amazed that they would use one of those babies to track his prey, given that those abominations were expensive. In any case, it allowed him to make it to her next location without risking getting made. No doubt it would have been infinetely more difficult to track a spy, but once you knew who was the spy the spy really had it coming. Most of the time the spy would figure it out and leave, but this María seemed intent on continuing her mission. The poor woman probably never noticed the sheer amount of agents keeping track of her at all times. Admittedly, the IINSA was a well organised and trained organisation and it wouldn't be a simple matter of figuring out that you were being traced, but a notable spy like her should have known after she saw the first five burly men sitting around the hotel lobby. Destíar shrugged to himself. It was her fault. Reb parked his Tango et Kartuma about half a kilometer away from the location of his prey, and there were other agents inserted by third party agents. The house was being sorrounded. María was not getting out of there without being caught. Checking that all his gear was in store around him he made his way towards the house and he pondered to himself whether or not he should just walk up to her and tell her that they knew who she was. Maybe then she would decide to simply go home. But then he shook his head. No, it would be much more exciting to arrest her when the time came.

Setting up just above the house he made himself as a comfortable as he could, which was fairly difficult, noting that he was lying between a very rough landscape. Around the house at least five agents had positioned themsleves prone, most of them with some sort of high velocity rifle. Nobody was taking chances. Reb thought about his vehicle. If María wanted to run he would have to get to his car first, but then again the satellites above them would make sure he would know where she was even if he didn't see her. In the world of overblown budgets anything was possible. IINSA, the love child of the Empire, was certainly part of that overblown budget.

A low crackle came over his radio piece in his ear, "This is Echo-Five-Mike, orders."

"Echo-Five-Mike, this is Papa-One, orders are to stay put. Fire only when told, over." He gave his orders clear. This bitch would survive unless he thought she had done a no-no.

"Roger that Papa-One."

Reb had a feeling that he would be here all night.

The Place where Nady and Assy were going to hold their conuert

"This is going to be Great!" Nadia said as the two with their Bodygaurds (who where Imperial gaurdsmen.) Nadia decided that The Money from those who buy the tickets in the ticket areas would go to help the people, much to the dislike of Asuka, who wanted to have the money to buy everything and anything.

"Motin Grot, You are too Friendly to those people that might be our enemies someday." Asuka said queity as they passed into a Room in the statiom. "Now, now Asuka, dear," Nadia said "I don't think The Macabeeans will go to war with Hataria, even if they were in peace. The Hatarian Empire has more troops now then The Macabeeans and we will win a war incase one starts."

The Two Grand Generals soon waited for the start of what would be the greatest event ever. Maria was soon in the same place to meet with the two.

The Concert...
Fril Castór took position on one of the bastions of the concert hall's wall. He put his tripod down under the 12.7mm high velocity sniper rifle and aimed towards the stage. He wouldn't flick on the laser targetter until the last minute. About two hundred meters down the line there was a second sniper, ready to assassinate the second general. They were both dressed in black battle dress uniform, blending into the dark night, and their guns were covered with weighted black sheets to blend them in as well. Nothing but the black muzzles stood out, and there was little chance of those being seen in time. Castór reviewed operation orders through his head. The two generals would be executed and the execution would be blamed on Weigari rebels looking to cause terror throughout the city. Nobody had told Fril what was to happen to him, but at this point it didn't pass through him that this would be his final day as well. The Hatarians would have to sumble over a lot of evidence pointed against them in order to do anything against the Empire, and even if they did, what would they do? The Empire and all the strength behind her had the upper hand... by far.

The stage was sorrounded by police officers, most of them agents, and Reb Destíar was in the crowd, following María, whom he had followed from his safehouse. He shook his head in disgust. These Hatarians were setting themselves up. Wrist to his mouth he said, "Give it ten minutes."

Ten minutes passed and the concert was underway, the band playing off in the distance. María inched her way towards the crowd, pushing through people and finally through a single earpierce he heard, "You got the green."

Bring his wrist collar up again he said loudly, "Go for it Echo!"

Up at the bastions Fril smiled gently and turned on the laser designator. Before pulling the whiper he murmured, "Bye bye.

Reb didn't hear anything but the crowd suddenly react to whatever happened on stage. Instead he focused on pounding through the crowd and jumping onto María, his 230 pounds of muscle overcoming her in shock and forcing her on the floor. He was quick to whip out his gun and put it on her head and he pulled the trigger. Agents all around him began to react all the same, pulling their own rifles out and forcing everyone down. Hataria's spies had just ran into their largest debacle. With the blood of his foe all over the concert hall's floor, her brains spread out, he turned to the stage. Both generals were laying down, obviously dead, and their heads decorated with the hole of an overpenetrated 12.7mm round. Beautiful.

Events were about to spin out of control.

<marked for interest>

The Concert...
Fril Castór took position on one of the bastions of the concert hall's wall. He put his tripod down under the 12.7mm high velocity sniper rifle and aimed towards the stage. He wouldn't flick on the laser targetter until the last minute. About two hundred meters down the line there was a second sniper, ready to assassinate the second general. They were both dressed in black battle dress uniform, blending into the dark night, and their guns were covered with weighted black sheets to blend them in as well. Nothing but the black muzzles stood out, and there was little chance of those being seen in time. Castór reviewed operation orders through his head. The two generals would be executed and the execution would be blamed on Weigari rebels looking to cause terror throughout the city. Nobody had told Fril what was to happen to him, but at this point it didn't pass through him that this would be his final day as well. The Hatarians would have to sumble over a lot of evidence pointed against them in order to do anything against the Empire, and even if they did, what would they do? The Empire and all the strength behind her had the upper hand... by far.

The stage was sorrounded by police officers, most of them agents, and Reb Destíar was in the crowd, following María, whom he had followed from his safehouse. He shook his head in disgust. These Hatarians were setting themselves up. Wrist to his mouth he said, "Give it ten minutes."

Ten minutes passed and the concert was underway, the band playing off in the distance. María inched her way towards the crowd, pushing through people and finally through a single earpierce he heard, "You got the green."

Bring his wrist collar up again he said loudly, "Go for it Echo!"

Up at the bastions Fril smiled gently and turned on the laser designator. Before pulling the whiper he murmured, "Bye bye.

Reb didn't hear anything but the crowd suddenly react to whatever happened on stage. Instead he focused on pounding through the crowd and jumping onto María, his 230 pounds of muscle overcoming her in shock and forcing her on the floor. He was quick to whip out his gun and put it on her head and he pulled the trigger. Agents all around him began to react all the same, pulling their own rifles out and forcing everyone down. Hataria's spies had just ran into their largest debacle. With the blood of his foe all over the concert hall's floor, her brains spread out, he turned to the stage. Both generals were laying down, obviously dead, and their heads decorated with the hole of an overpenetrated 12.7mm round. Beautiful.

Events were about to spin out of control.

OOC: I would call it Godmod because The Concert hasn't started yet and The Generals were in a Room. I will let you edit it.

OOC: I would call it Godmod because The Concert hasn't started yet and The Generals were in a Room. I will let you edit it.
OOC: So they're NEVER going onto stage? Geeze dude. They're going out onto the stage anyway.

OOC: All Mac has to say is that WHEN the concert starts, that will happen. There really is nothing you can do about it.

Honestly, what did you expect when you put people he could easily identify as foreign government agents in what is probably the LEAST SECURE and MOST PUBLIC location possible...?

This has been a glorified tag.

[OOC: As the other two said, take it as what's going to happen when they're on stage. Frankly, otherwise I'd have no way to respond... as I really can't respond doing anything. So, inevitably, the same post will be written whether or not I edit it. Hey, at least you can declare war on me faster. *shrugs*]

[OOC: General interest TAG]

Bump oh and Mac, can you get on Messenger soon?