HOA
02-07-2006, 01:25
OOC: Greetings all, its Red Tide! And I have started roleplaying a terrorist organisation!
SIC: Ariga, Red Tide, a few days ago...
The two men met at a cafe, both of them had briefcases. The both men wore black buisness suits, both men wore sunglasses. One was pale with brownish-blonde hair, the other was tanned with black hair. The cafe was completely empty.
The two men greeted each other, then sat down. The one in with the blonde hair spoke first.
"I presume you have the plans?"
The man across from him nodded.
"Yeah, I got them. But I want to see the goods..."
The blonde man put the suitcase on the table and opened it, revealing wads of dollars. The man with black hair smiled.
"Untraceable?"
The blonde man nodded, so the black haired man went on.
"Then I presume everything is in order, Mr...."
"You may call me Ghost."
The blonde man replied.
"AH! Very well, I guess I will be off then."
The black haired man stood up, taking 'Ghosts' suitcase with him, he walked out the door, down several blocks, and into his car. He turned the keys... and the car exploded in a small fireball. The police would need to use his liscense plate number to identify him. He was Nitivock Kerisovi, a (in)famous freelance thief. The police would write his death off as a Mafia assasination
'Ghost' finished his coffee then left the cafe as emergency vehicles rolled by, sirens wailing.
Unknown Location, one day ago.
The man we now know as 'Ghost' entered a pitch black room, except this time he was wearing a black jumpsuit. He saluted as he entered towards the only remaining light source in the room, a large computer screen, infront of it was a chair, which swung around to reveal a man wearing a blood red colored military uniform. http://i69.photobucket.com/albums/i47/ObssesedNuker/Xenocide_by_SilverDiamond.jpg
"Ghost..." The figure said, "I presume you have the HCC?"
Ghost replied, "Yes, sir, I have already turned the details over to the technicians, they are busy."
"Good. Then we can begin the kidnappings. We must build our army." The figure said, "Dismissed."
"At your command, Xenocide."
SIC: Ariga, Red Tide, a few days ago...
The two men met at a cafe, both of them had briefcases. The both men wore black buisness suits, both men wore sunglasses. One was pale with brownish-blonde hair, the other was tanned with black hair. The cafe was completely empty.
The two men greeted each other, then sat down. The one in with the blonde hair spoke first.
"I presume you have the plans?"
The man across from him nodded.
"Yeah, I got them. But I want to see the goods..."
The blonde man put the suitcase on the table and opened it, revealing wads of dollars. The man with black hair smiled.
"Untraceable?"
The blonde man nodded, so the black haired man went on.
"Then I presume everything is in order, Mr...."
"You may call me Ghost."
The blonde man replied.
"AH! Very well, I guess I will be off then."
The black haired man stood up, taking 'Ghosts' suitcase with him, he walked out the door, down several blocks, and into his car. He turned the keys... and the car exploded in a small fireball. The police would need to use his liscense plate number to identify him. He was Nitivock Kerisovi, a (in)famous freelance thief. The police would write his death off as a Mafia assasination
'Ghost' finished his coffee then left the cafe as emergency vehicles rolled by, sirens wailing.
Unknown Location, one day ago.
The man we now know as 'Ghost' entered a pitch black room, except this time he was wearing a black jumpsuit. He saluted as he entered towards the only remaining light source in the room, a large computer screen, infront of it was a chair, which swung around to reveal a man wearing a blood red colored military uniform. http://i69.photobucket.com/albums/i47/ObssesedNuker/Xenocide_by_SilverDiamond.jpg
"Ghost..." The figure said, "I presume you have the HCC?"
Ghost replied, "Yes, sir, I have already turned the details over to the technicians, they are busy."
"Good. Then we can begin the kidnappings. We must build our army." The figure said, "Dismissed."
"At your command, Xenocide."