Kroando
27-07-2006, 23:31
Prinbrow, Free Shepmagans
"Kilgo... what the fuck do you think you're doing back there? Move your ass damnit!", shouted Vincent Black, one of the original 122. Black, decked in a black pin striped suite, stood out from the other men, whom all woar jungle military cammo pants, black sweat shirts and black ski masks. "Uh boss... Big Jim aint here yet... hes got the guns...", mumbled the large thug, struggeling to pull his mask over his face. "What? Where the fuck is he?", raged Black, running down a flight of iron stairs to the cement floor of the warehouse.
The large complex the men were housed in was relatively cheap, being located in on of the slums of the city. Inside this building were some nine men, Black the head of them. Each was being paid over $250,000 dollars for the gig, more than any of them had seen in quite some time, few complaints were heard on the riskiness of the job. A single black van was located in the center of the room, with steel plates laying on the floor, along with spare car parts and dismanteled tires. The van was overhauled, with additional armor applied to the sides and roof, as new tires and even an engine was replaced. Tinted windows being swaped for bullet proof tinted windows.
"He said he'll be here in ten Mr. Black... uh... got caught in traffic.", continued the oaf as he straightened the eyes of the mask to fit his own. "I dont give a shit... tell him that if hes not here in-", Black was cut off by a loud crash, as a birght orange car crashed through the sheet metal wall and into the room. "Goddamn retarded coolie piece of shit!", shouted Black, running over and pulling Big Jim out of the car, punching him in the face several times before throwing him away and popping the trunks. "Ah, excellent... howd' ya get em in?", Black questioned the bloddied man, whom stumbled to his feet.
"Well... uh... ya see what I did was buy them. This guy, some Mexican down in South East sold em at 100 a pop, a clip was another 15... so I put them in my car, and drove over.", Jim explained, a look of disgust crossing Black's face. "I told you to get them from out of country...", "Oh... uh... I thought you... I thought you meant out of my home country." Black punched him in the face one last time before pulling out two AK-47's, and tossed them to two nearby men. "We'll kill him later... now hury the fuck up and suite up."
An Hour Later - Pinbrow Elementary
"Alright... this is it, slow down... slow down!", Black shouted to the driver of the van as they pulled into the parking lot of the elementary school. Without warning, the sliding door slid open, and men rushed out of the black van. The ski masked men, all carrying AK-47's, donning kevlar vests, black sweat shirts and camo pants, rushed out of the van and towards the doors of the school. The first two men propped open the doors, allowing the other six to rush in, Black walking in slowly, still wearing his pin striped suite, without a mask. The first man rushed into the office of the school, shooting dead the first male in the room with a burst from his assault rifle. "Move! This way! Hands on your head, all of you! MOVE IT!", shouted the man, firing shots at the cealing as the frightened secretaries and administrators hurried out of the string of offices. Three other men were sent to block off the other exits of the school, quickly applying chain and padlock to the handles. As the teachers and children slowly moved into the hallways to see what exactly was going on, they came to the site of the terrorists. "MOVE! Into the hallways! NOW! Im not fuckin' around! Get into the hallways!", roared the terrorists, often rushing into class rooms to make sure their demands were met. Hundreds of students throughout the school were huddled out of their rooms and down the hallways, into the large cafeteria, which had already been sealed off. Some 300 students in all were forced to their knees in the cleared out room, as four men kept them down with guns scanning the area. The remainder of students were forced out of the school, sent running.
As the Terror Agents gained control of the school, they took precautions. The doors and exits were all documented via blue prints, and immidiately sealed. Chains and locks applied to them all... but that wasn't all. C4 Packages with remote detonators were applied to all doors, the remote held in the hands of Vincent Black. In addition, explosive vests, six of them were strapped onto six students. The only way to remove the vest without detonating the TNT Sticks was to use a key, or surgically cut it off, which could take hours. All Terror Agents had the detonator to these vests. Blinds were pulled down, windows shut and sealed. Five men were stationed in the cafeteria, and one at each of the three exits. Black's position was unclear.
After fifteen minutes, Black picked up the phone and dialed 911. "Hello? Yes... id like to report a hostage situation..."
"Kilgo... what the fuck do you think you're doing back there? Move your ass damnit!", shouted Vincent Black, one of the original 122. Black, decked in a black pin striped suite, stood out from the other men, whom all woar jungle military cammo pants, black sweat shirts and black ski masks. "Uh boss... Big Jim aint here yet... hes got the guns...", mumbled the large thug, struggeling to pull his mask over his face. "What? Where the fuck is he?", raged Black, running down a flight of iron stairs to the cement floor of the warehouse.
The large complex the men were housed in was relatively cheap, being located in on of the slums of the city. Inside this building were some nine men, Black the head of them. Each was being paid over $250,000 dollars for the gig, more than any of them had seen in quite some time, few complaints were heard on the riskiness of the job. A single black van was located in the center of the room, with steel plates laying on the floor, along with spare car parts and dismanteled tires. The van was overhauled, with additional armor applied to the sides and roof, as new tires and even an engine was replaced. Tinted windows being swaped for bullet proof tinted windows.
"He said he'll be here in ten Mr. Black... uh... got caught in traffic.", continued the oaf as he straightened the eyes of the mask to fit his own. "I dont give a shit... tell him that if hes not here in-", Black was cut off by a loud crash, as a birght orange car crashed through the sheet metal wall and into the room. "Goddamn retarded coolie piece of shit!", shouted Black, running over and pulling Big Jim out of the car, punching him in the face several times before throwing him away and popping the trunks. "Ah, excellent... howd' ya get em in?", Black questioned the bloddied man, whom stumbled to his feet.
"Well... uh... ya see what I did was buy them. This guy, some Mexican down in South East sold em at 100 a pop, a clip was another 15... so I put them in my car, and drove over.", Jim explained, a look of disgust crossing Black's face. "I told you to get them from out of country...", "Oh... uh... I thought you... I thought you meant out of my home country." Black punched him in the face one last time before pulling out two AK-47's, and tossed them to two nearby men. "We'll kill him later... now hury the fuck up and suite up."
An Hour Later - Pinbrow Elementary
"Alright... this is it, slow down... slow down!", Black shouted to the driver of the van as they pulled into the parking lot of the elementary school. Without warning, the sliding door slid open, and men rushed out of the black van. The ski masked men, all carrying AK-47's, donning kevlar vests, black sweat shirts and camo pants, rushed out of the van and towards the doors of the school. The first two men propped open the doors, allowing the other six to rush in, Black walking in slowly, still wearing his pin striped suite, without a mask. The first man rushed into the office of the school, shooting dead the first male in the room with a burst from his assault rifle. "Move! This way! Hands on your head, all of you! MOVE IT!", shouted the man, firing shots at the cealing as the frightened secretaries and administrators hurried out of the string of offices. Three other men were sent to block off the other exits of the school, quickly applying chain and padlock to the handles. As the teachers and children slowly moved into the hallways to see what exactly was going on, they came to the site of the terrorists. "MOVE! Into the hallways! NOW! Im not fuckin' around! Get into the hallways!", roared the terrorists, often rushing into class rooms to make sure their demands were met. Hundreds of students throughout the school were huddled out of their rooms and down the hallways, into the large cafeteria, which had already been sealed off. Some 300 students in all were forced to their knees in the cleared out room, as four men kept them down with guns scanning the area. The remainder of students were forced out of the school, sent running.
As the Terror Agents gained control of the school, they took precautions. The doors and exits were all documented via blue prints, and immidiately sealed. Chains and locks applied to them all... but that wasn't all. C4 Packages with remote detonators were applied to all doors, the remote held in the hands of Vincent Black. In addition, explosive vests, six of them were strapped onto six students. The only way to remove the vest without detonating the TNT Sticks was to use a key, or surgically cut it off, which could take hours. All Terror Agents had the detonator to these vests. Blinds were pulled down, windows shut and sealed. Five men were stationed in the cafeteria, and one at each of the three exits. Black's position was unclear.
After fifteen minutes, Black picked up the phone and dialed 911. "Hello? Yes... id like to report a hostage situation..."