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Claudius read through the morning paper as he drank his coffee. He was in the top floor of the tallest building in the Confederacy, and from the huge window behind him (the building is all glass and steel) he could see almost the entire city. He put the paper down and called over his aide, Cornelius, and asked him for some report. Cornelius brought it over quickly, and Claudius put his round, wire frame glasses back on, as he read report after report of small stupid oil rich countries popping out of nowhere. Then suddenly, the tip of his pointy, hawk-like nose twitched. Cornelius right away new what that meant.

"Cornelius call-" he was cut off
"Call the mercenaries, I know, I know"

And with that, Cornelius was out of the room, dialing the number to one of the mercenary commanders, to tell him the new plan of invasion.

Commander Roger Zorborlin was an Ex Death Korps Soldier. He had deserted shortly after Xharn had become a slave state to the Kraven Corporation. Roger had no intention of becoming a soulless puppet for the evil Kraven Corporation.

The only problem was is that his desertion was punished by death sentence in the fatherland for leaving in a time of war. Roger was forced to flee Xharn and his family and friends were left behind to fend for themselves from Kraven's dominion.

This had left Roger without and source of money and with no other skills other than his elite military training. This had forced Roger Zorborlin to become a mercenary for another heartless corporation. One of Life cruel ironies it seemed.

The Commander heard the phone ringing after day dreaming about his situation. The 29-year-old Xharnian man picked up the phone and answered, "Commander Roger Zorborlin speaking."

On the other side of the phone, the cheery voice of Cornelius spoke.

"Yea hi, Roger? How ya doin? Good, Good. Well, Claudius was just reading through some files and he saw some paper on -----, apparently they got a load of oil. So, ya think ya can handle this one? You make it alive, you get 600K, if ya lose though, you only get 10K. I'll see ya at Paradise Harbor in...wanna say.... twenty minutes?"

A thunderous snort filled the relativly small office block, it was followed by a short outing of breath, the nightmarish noises came from the man whos face was now stuck with drool to the scattered sheets of paper.
IndentA loud noise suddenly made the man leap up and throw his paper face about the room, he quickly got his bearings and grabbed the phone off the desk, "Mr Alpoloni, I hope you are making friends." Alpoloni, as he had now been confirmed, scratched his eyes looking around the office and looking lovingly at the water cooler.
Indent"I'm fine sir." He said yawning, "Oh! There was a memo came through to my office here about an invasion of an Oil rich nation, though the Griffencrest might not appreciate our interference." He peeled a post-it off his face, put the phone on speaker and got up for a glass of water.
Indent"Very well I will check the details." The phone hang up and Alpoloni got back down to his desk and laid back for a little more sleep.

Patrick "Welshie" Celtlund boredly smoked a cigarette as he sat in the lobby of GCHQ. Yeah, the mercenary's life sure is exciting... He pulled a magazine off a nearby table, and started flipping through it, not really seeing the pages. Guarding this goddamn lobby... Day in, day out... If we don't get a real mission soon, they're gonna have to start guarding it from me

Welshie adjusted his armor and weapon, and sat down, propping his feet up. He occasionally waved to at coworkers he recognized, and got ready for another boring day...

It was a normal day in the Bonstocknian Sales office of the Griffencrest Company in scenic Port Yuko, Bonstock. Sales Associate Jim Miller was sitting in his cubicle, typing the monthly sales report. His boss, Scott McDonald, walked over, and leaned in. "Hows the report coming along?"

Jim looked up, and looked down again. He raised both eyebrows, and said, "Good."

"Very good, old chap, Jimmy man! Regional sales record, here we come!" he said in a loud voice.

Jim looked at him, raising an eyebrow, and then looked away to the computer.

"Oh, by the way, corporate's not coming to us, we have to send a team of representatives to them to present our annual earnings report."

"Well, I'd hate to be the bearer of bad news to them," Jim said under his breath.

"I know our branch's earnings havn't been that good as a result of competition from well-entrenched Bonstocknian companies," Scott said, "but I want you guys to make it look as good as possible. We don't want our branch slated for downsizing."

"Of course," Jim said, looking up.

"Now," Scott said, "I'm sending you, Oscar, and Susie to Blackhelm Confederacy to present our earnings reports to headquarters."

"All right," Jim said, nodding. Then he shook his head.

Downsizing? he thought. I would not mind if this branch was downsized. Then he looked over the cubicle walls into another cubicle, looking at the little Asian-looking young woman there. Except for Susie Qin, he thought. She looked up, and smiled at him. Then Jim remembered that Susie was taken. He shook his head, and kept on working.

John Freeman laid still in his cot. He'd been out of the Griffincrest infirmary for a few weeks, but was still recovering psycologically from the stress of the Wanderjarian's strike. He'd been on one of Griffincrest's peaceful operations, however few there were, to act as a Peacekeeper. The Wanderjarians had some how found their base camp locations, and made numerous strikes on them.

He remembered as though they were yesterday....



He'd been playing cards with a few of his squad mates, all good lads from other nations. The sun was setting and they'd set a good fire up, laughing and drinking, shooting the breeze. When, out of the desert, black clad gun men surged forth with ubelievably furiousity, cutting down men where they stood. He fell over the crate he'd been sitting on, as gore from one of his buddies splashed against his face.

"Oh god!" He shouted, unslinging his rifle. "Burn in hell, you bastards!" He cried, and opened fire. He missed, and a bullet caught him in his right quadricep.

He screamed, falling to the ground clutching his bloodied leg. Soon, there was no other noise. The men walked over to him as he cried and tried to get on his feet, one spoke, "Tell your masters that Emperor Baker sends his regards." Then, the man drew a Colt .45 pistol and shot him in the other leg. Howling in pain, he fell backward again into the sand, his blood soaking into his green fatigues and the golden sand around him. Soon, a Wanderjarian UH-60 helicopter landed near by, and picked up the GSG-9 operators. It was several hours before anyone arrived to get him. The outpost had been devestated, with only one survivor. He managed to recover physically, but was struggling mentally.


"I hate Wanderjar!" He snarled to himself. His tent mates looked at him with expressions of confusion, but said nothing.



(This is a photo of my GSG-9:http://ofp.gamepark.cz/news/pics/sectionpics/IBlackOp.jpg

EDIT: Wow, I hate myself....lol)

OOC: We all hate you:p jk

"Well, now that we have this pleasant little invasion, I'm going home" Claudius said to himself. He walked out of his office, across a hallway, and got on the elevator. It came quickly, and he stepped on, humming the song "Paradise City" by Guns and Roses. As he descended the building, other people got on, and seeing him, stopped speaking and stared ahead. This did not bother him and he kept humming. Then suddenly he stopped.

"Mr. Greendagger" he announced. The businessman in front of him gulped. "Yes Mr. Griffincrest?" he answered, fearing he may be fired for any number of bizzare restrictions there were in the building. So much as having an untied shoe can get you tossed out.

"What do you know of a little nation known as Kamasha?" Claudius asked, with genuine curiosity in his voice. "Never heard of it sir" Mr. Greendagger replied. "Excellent. You're fired Mr. Greendagger. What do we even keep you here for?"

After that, Claudius stepped off the elevator in the lobby, leaving a visibly distraught Mr. Greendagger standing, somewhat stupified, in the elevator.

OOC gun@roses hey

IC: looking around his small room long steel was thinking of home a home that he left you see long steel had join griffincrest as mercenary to get away form a problem in sacrament that problem was his exgirlfriend she had left him for sameone with money.
"well this is getting me no where time to go to work"said long steel to himself

Commander Roger Zorborlin hung up the phone and barked at his comrades, "Okay, ladies time to suite up and get ready. The boss wants us armed and ready in ten minutes!"

The Team snickered behind Rogers's back something they constantly did when their commander made such rude comments about them.

The Roger then gathered his equipment and his tactical body armor. The Commander then locked and loaded his standard issue M-16 A2 rifle. Once Roger finished gearing up he said, "Time to go! This time I don't want any sass about not being prepared got it!"

The various tactical team members replied, "Yes sir!"

Roger sighed and yelled, "Move, Move, Move!"

The Team moved armed and ready in full military uniform…

long steel put on his body armor then his tactical vest,hipholster and helment
he then looks around one more time then picks up his glock 17 checks it place it in holster.
he then picks up his m4a1 with m203 check them and place the weapon over his shoulder
long steel then takes off a table some m26 , 40mm grenade ,knife and magazines and place them in pockets on the vest and then turn opens the door walks out of the room close the door and locks it an heads for work

Sam Jones had been working for Griffencrest as a janitor for nearly 40 years. He was 60 now, but still as dedicated to this job as he was in his youth. He was an African-American male, with dark, kind, brown eyes. He had seen many employees walk in and out of the building. Usually, when going out, they weren't the happiest people in the world. But Sam had kept his job, queitly sweeping and mopping, and giving advice to all who asked. He knew most of the employees by name, and most of them knew him.
This day in particullar, Sam had arrived to work as normal, throught the service door around back, dressed in his old blue and white pinstriped coveralls. He got his trusty mop, filled a bucket with the proper solution, and headed off to the lobby to clean.

He had already been mopping for several minutes in the lobby, when the elevator opened up and Mr. Griffincrest stepped through, along with some other emplyees and a very disgruntled Mr.Greendagger. Sam tilted his old hat twoards Mr. Griffincrest and was about to continue his work, but he noticed Mr. Griffincrest was walking twoards the area he just mopped, apparently ignoring the bright yellow warning signs. Sam called out, "Mr. Griffincrest, it's wet there."

long pulls up at the brrack in his jeep and gets out of it
he walk over to the office an goes in and walks over to the desk of the officer on duty
" lieutenant reporting for orders sir" said long
"name and rank soldier"ask the lieutenant
" sergent long steel sir" said long
the lieutenant looks at some paper work
" lets see yes here we are your on guard duty at HQ lobby sergent" said the lieutenant
"thank you sir"said long who then turns and walks out back to his jeep gets in an heads for HQ

Bump. Come back, this was gonna be good. I was gonna have the janitor attack Long Steel with his mop!

OOC: Good, I was waiting for your return

Claudius heard the janitor and stopped walking. He was a half step away from the wet floor. Another step and he would have fallen. A mean smile began to curl at the sides of his mouth. "Why is this not dried" he hissed. Then, giving Sam a second to fear for his job, snaked out the words "You saved me."

"Just doin' my job" Sam replied, his knuckles uncleching from the mop and returning to their natural color. He reached for his hanky and mopped his brow. "You have a good day Boss."

A man wearing a gray trenchcoat and fedora stumbled into the building, he coughed and dropped several Orbit gum wrappers into a nearby trash bin. He was completely soaked from the rain and dripped as he walked toward the stairwell.

"I wonder what time the horses race today", he mumbled to himself.

"Take this janitor. You have done your job well" he said, handing the janitor a 100 dollar bill. He then walked over to the Leafanistani. "I believe we have an order pending delivery"

"Take this janitor. You have done your job well" he said, handing the janitor a 100 dollar bill. He then walked over to the Leafanistani. "I believe we have an order pending delivery"

The man screamed and his hat immediately caught fire and fell to the floor. He stomped it out while muttering curses. He then straighted himself out and asked for the nearby janitor to help him.

The Leafanistani was Erik Stony and this shell-shocked and quite possibly schizophrenic man was the liason for the Red Mafia for Griffencrest.

He began to lead Claudius to the elevators and to his office all while apologizing for his appearance and his unruly hat, he will have his tailor changed immediately.

Once in his office, he flicked on a light, flipped open a Laptop and asked; "Your order sir?"

"Thank you Boss." Sam said to Mr.Griffencrests back. He was putting the bill away when he saw a man dripp water everywhere. "Confounded..." he mumbled, moving the bucket over to clean the floor again and put down another wet floor sign. Then the mans hat burst into flame.
"Whatthe?" Sam said. Then the man called him over like it was nothing special to clean it up. "Great wet ash, just what I need on my floor." Sam mumbled under his breath, stealing sideling glances at the man.

"Thank you Boss." Sam said to Mr.Griffencrests back. He was putting the bill away when he saw a man dripp water everywhere. "Confounded..." he mumbled, moving the bucket over to clean the floor again and put down another wet floor sign. Then the mans hat burst into flame.
"Whatthe?" Sam said. Then the man called him over like it was nothing special to clean it up. "Great wet ash, just what I need on my floor." Sam mumbled under his breath, stealing sideling glances at the man.

However in this man's hat was about 300 New Rubles (Leafanistani currency), a bit singed but perfectly good, along with a note:

"Found money, I should give it to someone good. Also hat possibly a spy, watch out for it."

"I was going to place an order for 500 more F-4's and 2000 more Gnats, but forget that, what just happened to your hat?" Claudius asked, wide eyed, truly shocked at the entire hat ordeal.

"I was going to place an order for 500 more F-4's and 2000 more Gnats, but forget that, what just happened to your hat?" Claudius asked, wide eyed, truly shocked at the entire hat ordeal.

The man chuckled and lit another clove cigarette the fragance hung in the air for a bit, and then he began to type while talking.

"In this business you have to watch out for everything, I knew that hat was up to something, though I lost about 300 NR in that thing, oh well, I was going to throw it at an entertaining bum anyway."

He then clicked, spun in his chair, and said, "Order complete, they say about 30 Gnats will be en route within the next 2 hours while the rest will take the normal length of time."

He thought a bit while he sucked on the cigarette, "Maybe that hat was trying to protect me, perhaps someone tried to shoot me with an fire-starting round, and the hat got int he way to help me. I didn't realize its fabric was so think."

He looked thoughtfully at the wall where a pinup girl hung. Without looking away he removed a cigarette and the lighter and asked, "Cigarette, sir?"

However in this man's hat was about 300 New Rubles (Leafanistani currency), a bit singed but perfectly good, along with a note:

"Found money, I should give it to someone good. Also hat possibly a spy, watch out for it."
"Thats alot of money for a hat," Sam commented, picking up the bills. He contemplated keeping the money or returning it as he finished sweeping up the hat. He also thought about the note. "Hey, i'm just as 'good' as the next guy right? Plus, i need to retire soon. What does he mean by 'hat possibly a spy?' being rich does wierd things to these nutjobs brains. Sheesh!" he thought. he stood up and dumped the ash in the trash. He looked at the money, then up the stairs twoards th emans office. "Hes got more where this came from." he said, pocketing the cash. "Now where can i get this exchanged?"

"No thank you, I don't smoke. It looks like the weather has cleared up. I'm going home. Good day" he said, than got up and left. As he got outside he was greeted by two song like voices "Hi dad!" "Hey Mr. Griffincrest". The E sound in crest was stressed in the latter call. He looked down the block to see arguably the two most beautiful girls in the Confederacy, Julia Griffincrest and Cordelia Blackhelm, walking down the block towards him. They were looking angelic as the sun shone along the street, seeming to make them glow.

long parks his jeeps goes inside and checks in an goes to his spot in the lobby

Sam was finishing up in the lobby when he noticed a line of muddy footprints leading from the door to a soldier who was standing, probably keeping watch. Sam felt the reaffirming grip of his mop and walked over to the soldier.
"Excuse me young man. But are those your muddy footprints all over my clean floor?" Sam asked irrately.

Erik then turned off his computer, removed his USB Key Fingerprint scanner, and put the laptop into a safe.

He put a new hat back on after a thorough search and walked out, he was nearly out of cigarettes and he needed a few more. He decided that he needed more Orbit gum too. He walked out the building to the newstand to pick some stuff up when his cell phone rang.

He listened closely and his eyes grew wide. He ran back into the building, leaving a wake of gum wrappers fleeing his flapping coat pockets and just as quickly as he could get into his office and to his fax machine he ran back downstairs this time with a cigarette in his mouth and a lighter in his hand holding a piece of paper.

He was shouting, "Mr. Griffencrest, Mr. Griffencrest, urgent news!"

He slowed down to a jog near Mr. Griffencrest.

He put the lighter back into his pocket and held out the piece of paper.

It was a decrypt from the Mafia and it read:

Encrypted Message to Coalition Forces

Our scanners have located an island with a large concentration of enemy combatants, most likely this is the start of an offensive on our ally Sochatopia, some of our top people believe that a new offensive will probably be a bad idea. Others want to make sure the furries don't get a chance to do anything again.

We can move 4 carrier fleets and a few new toys into the area. What do you say?

[END]

Jim got up to talk to Oscar about the presentation to corporate headquarters. He walked up. Oscar was sitting leaned back with his legs crossed. He had dyed blonde hair and earpiercings, and he was busy typing on an online homosexual chatroom.

"Oscar," Jim said, "have you got your part of the profit outlook done for the presentation to headquarters?"

"What," Oscar said, as he turned, his voice sounding oddly womanish, "Oh, no, I havn't had time, dude. Look, how about you do them and we'll get it done by tommarrow."

"I thought you agreed to do it," Jim said.

"Look, honey," Oscar said, "I'm the Assistant Manager of this branch. I'm very busy and I need you to do what I say and not ask questions."

Jim nodded in acknowledgement, and walked over to another cubicle, where Susie was busy typing her part of the earnings report. Susie turned up, and said, "Hey, Jim, what's up?"

"Just got another load of work dumped on me. God, I wonder how Oscar manages to keep his job."

"Probably gives Scott a whole lot of blowjobs," Susie said, laughing.

Jim laughed. "Maybe if he pulls the same on the big guys at corporate, our branch won't be downsized."

Susie laughed. "So," she finally began, "this is our last night befor leaving for the presentation, and my boyfriend's out of town, so you wanna go get something to drink?"

"Sure," Jim said, smiling, "Just remember, only two beers for you! Remember last time?" He laughed a bit.

"Aw, Jim!" Susie said, smiling.

"All right. I'll see you as soon as we get off," he said. They smiled, and Jim turned to go back to his cubicle.

Meanwhile, downstairs, in an abandoned boiler room, a grimy-faced janitor looked at a small pipe in the cieling. Broom in hand, he prodded it. "I know you're in there!" he said. Suddenly, something came out of the valve. It was a small rat. "Aha!" His broom shot up, but the rat was too quick. The broom smacked into the valve, bursting it. "Oh, crap," the janitor said in a low voice. Gas started pouring out of the valve, threatening to ignite the boiler, a big contraption labelled "Highly Flammable." The janitor looked around, and walked away slowly out of it. Closing the door behind him, he looked for a way out. But suddenly, someone called his name.

"Willy?" It was the maintenance director, his boss.

Willy the janitor turned around immidiately. "Yes, sir?" he said, with a shifty glance in his eyes.

"I've been hearing some complaints about the air conditioning. I think someone turned off a valve. I'm gonna need to check in the boiler room."

"Sir, I don't think it's a good idea to check in there. Actually, I think that people are just getting hot. You know, its summer. People do that."

"I know, I know, those white collar bastards... But I have to check anyway."

"Look, sir, I'll handle it."

"No, step aside, Willy."

"Look maybe," Willy said, but his boss simply brushed him aside and entered to boiler room.

"Ah, here's the problem," his boss said. "Gimme that broom, will you, Willy?"

"Sir, with all due respect," Willy said, desperately.

His boss took the broom, and prodded the broken valve. "Oh, shit..." Willy said. The valve looked like it was gonna fall, but didn't. Willy breathed a sigh of relief. Then the entire overhead pipe fell down, right onto the boiler, exploding it and spashing the maintenance director with hot water.

"Willy!!!" the maintenance diretor said as Willy the janitor was tiptoeing away.

"Yes, sir?" Willy said, gulping.

The next thing Willy knew, two burly security men threw him out the door. The maintenance director was right behind him. "You're never gonna be a janitor in this town ever again, Willy!"

Willy began walking down the street. He didn't have much. Only his jeans and his white tee-shirt, and his shoes. He was twenty-something, with unkempt brown hair. His mouth reeked of marijuana. He started thinking. He remembered some hot babe he'd met online. Worked at some big company in some country he'd never heard of. Blackhelm Confederacy, that was it. Paradise City. Griffencrest, inc. They met once, when she was on a business trip. She said if he ever needed help, she was there.

Whatever that meant. All Willy knew how to do was make love, drink, smoke weed, and be a janitor. He figured maybe he could do that in Blackhelm. He collected all the money he had, and made a reservation for the next day.

Sam was finishing up in the lobby when he noticed a line of muddy footprints leading from the door to a soldier who was standing, probably keeping watch. Sam felt the reaffirming grip of his mop and walked over to the soldier.
"Excuse me young man. But are those your muddy footprints all over my clean floor?" Sam asked irrately.
long looks at them " oh shit sorry sam let me clean them" said long to sam

"Hey dad, can we get a ride home, pleeeeeez?" Julia asked her father.
"O fine, get in" he said, holding open the door to his car. He then got in the front, and ordered his driver to the helipad. They were soon there and waiting for their chopper to arrive.

in walk lisa roberts who was the same age and in same line of work as long she all so had a thing for him which long don't know of
she walks over to long who was mopping his footprints
"hey there"said lisa to long
"hi lisa " said long back to lisa
" why are you mopping"ask lisa
"i don't want sam to kick my head in for leaving footprints on his clean floor"said long
"oh i see" said lisa
" you best go to your post lisa" said long
"ok sergent"said lisa who goes off leaving long to the mopping

It was getting a little late in the day, and Col. Ivan Ruslan was hoping to meet with Claudius. He was in his Deathshead Full Dress, given only to retired members of the elite and secretive unit. The only distinguishing feature was the small, silver skull and crossbones on his hat. The three waited in line. A janitor was idly watching a guard who was talking with a young girl, while mopping the floor.

"Col. Are you sure we can meet him?" Asked Lt Col. Andrews, a younger officer acting as CO of the 56th's newly created Military Intelligence battalion.
"I do not know Andrews, I can only hope." replied the battle hardened Col.

1st Lieutenant Michaels, one of the platoon leaders for the 56th's military police company, started to open the door, when a poor man collided with the Lt. Col.

"What do we have here?" asked the Col. as he threw the poor man against the wall, who then dropped a knife, with fresh blood. The man pulled a switch blade and took a lunge, which the Col, after years of training, countered, breaking the man’s arm in the process. Reflexively, Ruslan drew his Fabrique Nationale FiveseveN, and fired a center of mass shot at the man’s back, spattering his blood against the wall of the building.

“An inch higher and he’d be dead. Michaels, cuff him, have a guard deal with him” said the Colonel with a hint of disgust. He straightened his jacket and walked up to the guard.

“Sergeant, I’d like a meeting with Claudius. Has he left yet?”

long drop the mop and had this rilfe in hand pointing at the two men
"he is at the helipad sir" said long

"Easy there son, easy. Put the rifle down. I am Colonel Ivan Ruslan, commander of the 56th Infantry Division. Andrews, stand down."
The Lieutenant Colonel, who was slowly going for his service knife, gave a quiet nod.
Ruslan continued.
"Well, I don't want to bother the good man if he's heading home. Can you set an appointment for me? I'll be back here at 0615 tomorrow." Turning his attention to the slightly disheveled lieutenant.
"Michales, we're going, we'll be back early tomorrow. I think there is a helipad near by. Radio the blackhawk, we'll be there in 10 minutes."
All three officers saluted the Sergeant, turned, and left. A pair of medics were attending to the unconscious street thug.

long place the rilfe back over his soulder ans saluted back "sirs"said long

as the man walks away long talks into a radio
" have a appointment made for colonel ivan ruslan at 0615 tomorrow to see mr claudius" said long over the radio cames back "the appointment has been made"

Claudius' cell phone rang as he opened the door for his daughter and her friend to enter the chopper. "An appointment eh, with whom?"

"Col. Ruslan...yes I know him. I've spoken with him via letters before, he is one of our new division commanders. Call him. Tell him to meet me at my house for dinner. A stealth boat will pick him up at 8 from Griffincrest dock #18, Paradise City Harbor"

Sam picked up the mop and looked at the soldiers work. It wasn't bad, if he ever left the army, there would be a good living in janitorial work for him. Unfortunatly, there was now blood splatered all over the lobby, though this wasn't unusual at Griffencrest, it was still work. Sam grabbed a rag and a bottle of disinfectant and set to work on the blood stains.

The three officers made a quick beat down the street towards the helipad where the blackhawk would be picking them up.
"So, Colonel, do we honestly need to get up for a 6:15 meeting?" asked Michales.
"I am getting up at 0500. You and your batallion are getting up at 0500 to run a few miles, and then your men have an hour at the gunnery range. At 7:30, I have some technicians coming down to the camp to train you and at least your officers on how to use all the equipment the corporation has been so generous to procure. Andrews, your immideate CO has been notified, and you are doing much the same."
"Are you kidding me, sir?" inquired Michaels.
"No. We are going to be operating under the cover of darkness most of the time. If we don't train, we die. If we don't train, we don't win. And if we don't win, we don't get paid."

The colonel's phone rang.
"Ruslan speaking."
"Sir, I have a message from Mr. Griffincrest. You are supposed to meet him at his estate for dinner, and a boat will pick you up from the docks at 2000."
"Allright, I will have two soldiers accompanying me. Is this a problem?"
"Shouldn't be, Sir."
"Allright, thank you very much."
He hung up, just as they reached the helipad.
"Gentlemen, when we get back to the base, clean yourselves up. We are meeting Mr. Griffencrest. You'll have, oh, 45 minutes before we need to depart."
The three men boarded the chopper. Under Ruslan's schedual, they would beat the boat at the docks by 15 minutes.

The servants all around Griffincrest manor were hrrying to prepare the feast Claudius ordered. They would have a good Exponential dinner. It was basically an ancient Roman feast (Confederates are directly descended from the Roman Empire), with stuffed dormice, figs, wine, oysters, snails, fattened in milk, mackerel, venison, and porpoise, and the main course, giraffe. The couches were moved around the main table, and of course, entertainment was arranged. 4 dancing girls, as well as a theater troop, and 2 gladiators were assembled to provide Col. Ruslan and his men entertainment while they ate.

The high tech stealth boat, far in contrast with the ancient feast being assembled, left for Paradise Harbor. The ship smoothly glided into the dock, and awaited the colonel.

The Colonel and his guards, Andres and Michaels, were waiting for the boat, and barely noticed the wake, or lackthereof. All three were armed like the soldiers they were trained to be, though neither of the lower officers walked with the same purpose as Ruslan. They boarded the boat.
With a salute and a short bow, Ruslan spoke "Evening cap'n."

"Good evening sir. It looks like you have an important meeting ahead of you. Feel free to walk around. We'll be on the corporate island in about 10 minutes"

The ship sped towards the island, and in minutes, they arrived on the Griffincrest Island. A group of armed guards awaited them. When they arrived, they would be brought to a black Humvee, emblazoned by the golden griffin on the doors, which would bring them to the massive, ancient doors of the Griffincrest manor.

long came back form the cells after taking the man there he goes back to his spot
lisa looks over at long and starts to think of him as she watch him checking sameones ID.
long finish checking th ID and walks over to sam
"feel like a drink after work sam"ask long

lisa is still watching long when sameone came up to her
"can i help you sir"ask lisa
"iam looking for a mr good"ask the man
"you have to ask at the front desk sir my job is to gaurd this place"said lisa
"ok er"said the man
"its over there sir" said lisa pointing to it

OOC would same nut jobs came here to make a mess like shooting people?
as i like to have a shoot out in the car park with long in it if its ok

OOC: Imperial ISA, how many idiots do you want? Gimme a motive and i'll give you a shootout.

IC: The ride was short, yet pleasant, the lit-up island serving as a beacon in the water. Once they hit the dock, Ruslan and his men thanked the captain, and saluted him with respect. A number of guards were waiting, and silently took the three to a HMMWV. The ride then was even shorter, and dropped them infront of a massive stone manor, with doors that seemed impossibly big. Ruslan waited for the doormen to heave them open.

[QUOTE=Mer des Ennuis;11599317]OOC: Imperial ISA, how many idiots do you want? Gimme a motive and i'll give you a shootout.

OOC they hate what griffincrest do for oil

"Sure, a drink sounds good," Sam replied. "how 'bout an hour after closing? I gotta lock up this eveninig."

The butler opened one of the two ornate doors, and ushered the men into the dining room. Laying on couches set in a semi circle around the table were Claudius, his daughter Julia, his son Tiberius, and Cordelia Blackhelm, the Chancellors daughter and Julias best friend. Both girls were strikingly beatiful, Cordelia a tall blue eyed blonde, Julia a slender brown eyed brunette.

The arrangment was set to face a stage, on which currently noone was on. A bowl of figs and dates, and a bottle of wine sat on the table. The first part of the meal, stuffed dormice, was on its way. Behind it would soon be oysters. Then the rest once everyone got settled.

"Sure, a drink sounds good," Sam replied. "how 'bout an hour after closing? I gotta lock up this eveninig."
" ok sam' said long who walks back to his spot

lisa walks over to sam
" can i ask what you and long were talking about"ask lisa

OOC she has a thing for long

"Well, sure. we were just going to go out for a drink after work." Sam said, a hint of puzzlement running across his kind features.

OOC: Oh, I see.

"Well, sure. we were just going to go out for a drink after work." Sam said, a hint of puzzlement running across his kind features.
OOC: Oh, I see.

"thank you sam do you know were" ask lisa

"Not yet, i was going to ask Long later. Why do you ask?" Sam said.

"oh i dont know"said lisa with a smile and walks off

"Women." Sam mumbled, sticking his mop in a bucket and wheeling it down the hall.

long looks at his watch then checks his weapons then looks at lisa who wave back at he with a smile long wave back

OOC: I think I'll have a number of crazies hit the towers "tomorrow" morning

IC:
Ivan Ruslan sat at the offered couch, and Lieutenant Michaels and Lieutenant Colonel Andrews took theirs, but not before each saluted Claudius and Tiberious, and kissing the offered hands of the Women.

"I have to thank you for inviting me here, Sir. I did not expect such an august welcome. I wished to meet with you in your office at Griffincrest Towers, but you had already left." Motioning at the two men, he introduced them. "This is Lieutenant Colonel Andrews, head of Military Intelligence, and this is Lieutenant Michaels, head of one of the Military Police platoons."

OOC or we came have it now
long can kill then go out for a drink
make it a small number

long stops a man and woman
"stop there if you can i like to see both of you two IDs"ask long
"ok soldier"said the lady
both hand over the IDs llong check the both
"ok you can go"said long
"thank you sir" said the man
they both walk away

"I thought it would be nice to haveone of my newly found foreign commanders over for dinner. Please, make your self at home, the food should be done soon, and the dancing girls are about to start."

As he said this, 4 girls appeared on the small stage in front of the group, and began dancing.

over the radio came "can sameone go check the carpark as the same 20 man spot there"said a voice
"iam on it 'said long
long go out to the carpark look around then he found them
"can i help you lot"ask long
"yes you can'" said a man
"how can i help"ask long
"you can die"said the man as he lifted a ak74 and open fire
"oh fuck'said long as he throw himself behind a car and opens fire back that them as all open fire at him
long is hit but the round take out the radio
he hit again in the leg

"Well then, this is most impressive Mr. Griffincrest, most impressive. While I enjoy food and entertainment, it is all worthless without good conversation. I have a working knowledge of Griffincrest and the Blackhelm Confederacy, though I did not expect such splendor in your mansion. I suppose you'll want some information on what I'm doing with the mercenaries under my command. I've had some of my assistants break them down into various combat and non-combat roles; forward support, combat engineering, combat, air defence, military intelligence, signals, military police, and so on and so forth. They are a rabble, and it will not be easy, but when I'm done with them, they'll pass for a national infantry division." stated the colonel. Andrews and Michaels looked at each other nervously, thinking of the physical and mental strain ahead of them.

"fuck"said long as he is hit in the leg
"that this"said long s he take a shot at one and killing him
one throws a grenade at long
it land next to long "fuck me"said long as he dives away from it
the greande go off taking long with it the car that long was behind

"It will be quite a bit of work to organize them. Some of them are actually ex-professional soldiers, but the majority are the poor from around the world, who decided to work for me rather than starve. They are not the best soldiers, but I feel a strong leader can get them organized. So tell me, what did you wish to speak about? There must have been some reason for the original meeting, no?"

As he spoke, a number of large plates were brought out. The first held particularly fat snails. The second held some kind of meat, which Claudius said was porpoise. The third plate held Mackerel, and each person was also given a large portion of venison. And this was not even the main course. It was somewhat surprising that none of the Griffincrests were overweight.

lisa hears the sound of the battle as sends out a sos
"this lisa rose at Griffincrests hq we are under attack"said lisa into the radio
a out in the carpark hole hell was going on
"oh funk a fpg"said long as he change a mag
the man with the rpg takes aim that the building and fires
lisa was about to go out to the carpark when the loddy is hit

the loddy is a mess lisa is out cold and blooding
by now long had killed six , wound two and take a round to the arm
8 cars destroyed in the on going battle
but help was one the way
A message was sent to mr Griffincrest telling him of the attack

Col. Ruslan finished savoring a snail; it was easily on par with the higher-end Ennusian cuisine he had begun to grow accustomed to in his retirement. He looked at his men.
"Andrews, Michaels, try the venison. You might like it." He took a sip of wine, and turned his attention to his superior.
"Well sir, I wanted to meet you face-to-face, before I become one of the rank-and-file divisional commanders, as well as thank you for the attention you have paid to the 56th. I would, however, like to act in my capacity as an advisor to allow divisions to maintain, at least limited, aerial and artillery assets. I do not mean to take away power from an artillery commander or from the Air Corps, but my experience both before and after Mer des Ennuisian military reforms has proved it invaluable, especially in the event that a force as large as a divison is cut off."

a line of cars go up as long kills two more
by now last of the gourp were piss off with long
another is shot at long but miss and hit the building
and third is shot at long he see it came and runs for it

Claudius was eating a piece of porpoise when his phone went off. "I'll let it go to voicemail. Tell me, what did you have in mind, I have been contemplating wheter or not to expand the infantry divisions"

As he said that, the girls left the stage, and two armoured men took their place.

"O, watch this" Claudius said. Julia and Cordelia were not eating much, other than a few figs, and were chatting to themselves, Tiberius speaking to them every once in a while. When the men came out, however, they all stopped and watched.

The men drew out their weapons, sword swords, callled gladius's, and prepared to fight to the death. As this happened, the main course, a massive platter of giraffe, was carried out.

'ok there is ten left i have two rilfe mag and three handgun mag, one 40mm and a knife" long said to himself
"ok got to make this count"said long as he place the 40mm in the m203
he takes aim as bullet fly by him he shot and the 40mm hits the ground on go off killing five and wounding one
long hit in chest thank god for the vest
two of the man pop up long shoot them dead
the last two get up and run at long
long at aim pull the trigger click
"shit out of rounds"said long he pulls out the knife
the man are on top of him
there is biter hand to hand with the man

long kills the lsat of man then hits the ground form the lost of blood as help came in to the carpark form they trainsports on the main road
"holy shit look at this mess' said same one
"sergent go see if mr Griffincrest know of this" said a captain

the sergent gets into a jeep and heads to mr Griffincrest home
troops start to look around

OOC: I really did not want to have any OOC comments here, but you kind of force me to. Ok ISA. A) use spellcheck or something. It is truly painful to read and understand what you are saying. That writing is maybe acceptable for a 2nd grader. Honestly, how old are you? B) If you had read what I wrote earlier, he lives on an island, so a jeep wont do anything, and you cant get there unless you have an invitation.

OOC the way governmental schools are here may as well say yes
as for the manin jeep i was not finish with him

Sam was cleaning an office on the 7th floor when the shots started. He peeked out the window and saw the fire fight between Long and some other guys. He went back to work, passing it off as a normal uccerance. Not long afterword, a series of explosions went off, knocking Sam off his feet and setting off the fire alarms and sprinklers.
"Goddammit why can't they go blow up Mr.Griffencrests house or somethin'? Anything but my building."
He ran down to the lobby, mop in hand, and surveyed the carnage. The doors were smashed to bits and some of the chairs and tables missing, but the reception desk was only charred and the elevators looked fine. He noticed a girl lying on the ground and ran over. She was out cold. The assistant janitor, Butch, ran in at that point. Sam got up and tossed him his cell, "Butch, call 911 and take care of her." he said, indicating the girl.
before Butch could respond, Sam ran off to an out-of-the-way room in the service area. He flipped a couple of switches and pressed a button. The fire alarms and sprinklers flicked off and a call was sent to the fire department.
Then he went into his office and picked up a book. Flipping to a page full of numbers, he picked up the phone and began dialing. He would need some people to come in and dry the place out.

Ivan Ruslan watched the two armored men parry and thrust; the slightly bigger one took swing, and fell off balance, which cost him about an inch of his flesh. Andres and Michaels stood transfixed.

"Well, sir, I must confess, I've never tasted giraffe. Would either you, or your lovely wife or daughter suggest a piece? I have a field manuel from my tenure as commander of the 197th Air Assault division, and later after my... injury... as head of the 1st Port d'Honneur Homeguard. Origionally, my nation kept dedicated divisions; armored divisions, heavy APC divisions, air defence divisions, etc. We found that in any major conflict, boots on the ground were more apt to survive with artillery and air assets; say, two or three artillery battallions totalling no more than, say, two dozen guns each, and maybe a batallion or two of transport aircraft and attack helicopters, respectivley. The manual; I helped write the Air Assault section; is old, but the tactics are sound. This still allows artillery divisions to have unquestioned power, but doesn't require them to be everwhere at once. I appologize, you must be tired of hearing me talk."

The swordsmen on the stage continued to fight for their lives, while those before them dined like kings.

the sergent stops by the heilport and gets out of the jeep and gets in a blackhawk
the blackhawk takes off and heads for the island

OOC: Isa, you might want to try looking up a free spellchecker (I think www.spellcheck.net is a valid one), and try typing in full sentences, with periods and capitalization.

OOC: Isa, you foreign?

the blackhawk lands at the island heilport the sergent gets out and goes to the door

"I havn't introduced you have I? Well, my wife is currently in our palace in Beiraq. You can expect to be deployed there soon actually. Not to the palace of course, but Wanderjar has been trying to make moves on the nation, and I won't allow it. This young lady right here is my daughter, Julia" he said motioning to the attractive brunette "and her friend, my god daughter, Cordelia Blackhelm. You may know her as the daughter of the Chancellor" he was now pointing to the pretty blond next to Julia.

"And finally, my son, Tiberius." he said, resting his hand on the athletic looking young man sitting next to him.

"Now about the giraffe, it is quite tasty, go on, have a piece. And pertaining to the artillery, are you familiar with what Griffincrest has to offer in that field"

As he finished saying the word field, the larger man swung, and missed. The smaller man took advantage of this, and plunged his gladius into his opponents side. Blood flowed from the wound. Servants were quick to clean it up, and remove the body. Behind the stage, a theater troop was preparing to preform Oedipus.

OOC foreign as in not form USA yes
IC
the sergeant press the door bell

OOC: where abouts?

Lt. Michaels, who had never seen close combat before, observed an intestine stick to the blade that made the death thrust, and excused himself to evacuate his stomach. Lt. Col. Andrews was slightly bemused at the bloodsport, and decided to try a particularly marbled piece of giraffe. Ruslan had finished his plate, and asked for a glass of scotch, before continuing with the conversation.

"It is nice to be able to match a name to the faces. Well sir, I would be honored to protect your wife, though I have to confess, I do not know of the specific artillery pieces that your corporate armory has in stock, but my former divisions used the m777a1 howitzer and the HIMARS system. The m777a1 is an extremely light-weight howitzer. The HMMWV I rode in could drag it without any kind of trouble, and the HIMARS is a light, fast, missile artillery, but does not have the ability to replace the heavier MLRS you are undoubtably familiar with." looking at the body of the warrior, he remarked "Pity, he could have been used as an engineer."

ooc australia

"Well, we use the G7 105mm howitzer. It is a particularly nasty piece of artillery, with a maximum range of 32 kilometers. That outranges almost all howitzers of its size, as well as a number of larger ones. Its made by the Denel company, of South Africa. Good people they have down there. We also use the Mongoose 165mm artillery piece, produced by the Royal Code, when there is a particularly well entrenched enemy that needs to be taken out. Finally, there are the rocket systems. We use either the Katyusha, if we are not fully contributed to the fight, or more likely, the BM-21, which is capable of showering the enemy in hundred of missiles per minute."

Guards intercepted the sergeants helicopter en route to the island. Two Ka-52 helicopters took to the sky, flanking the transport. "State your name and reason for entering corporate airspace. Refusal results in your termination."

"this is black hawk 754 we have a sergeant on board to see Mr.Griffencrest"said the pilot

"Negative sir. Mr. Griffincrest is currently conducting a meeting. What is your passengers name, we have no visitors listed other then the commander for tonight."

"there been attack at Griffincrest HQ" said the pilot

"We will alert him after his meeting. Please turn back, and tend to the wounded"

"ok out"said the pilot who turns the black hawk back to base

back at the carpark people are runing around putting out fires counting the dead, taking away the wound
"over here i got one of use"said a man
"its going to be ok sergeant"said the same man
1 hour late long and lisa are on a dust off chopper

Ruslan was surprised, having never heard of G7, that there was another light-weight howitzer with a range greater than his venerable m777a1.
""Well Sir, i've never heard of the G7, but it sounds like a fantastic weapon. I'll take as many as you can give me, preferrably in multiples of 24, though I cannot support more than 72. Some day, I'll have to return the favor and invite you to my house in Mer des Ennuis. It is not nearly as extravagent as this manor, but my many years of service with Mer des Ennuis has paid well."

The preformers took the stage, and announced the opening lines to Oedipus

"My sons! Newest generation of this ancient city of Thebes!..."

Several bowls of fruit and chocolate were brought out as desert, and the servant asked if there was any specific desert anyone wanted. Claudius was content with fruit, but Julia and Cordelia both asked for ice cream.


"Yes, those South Africans made the best out of there arms embargo. The G7 is a fascinating weapon. How do 48 guns sound? Enough for you to maintain? And I would very much enjoy a trip to your house."

long and lisa were both in hospital
lisa wounds were not that bad but she be out of work for two weeks because of them
longs wounds were bad but not to bad that he can not work again but he can not work for 8 weeks

"Why sir, 48 guns would be fantastic. While my training and experience usually calls for 36 guns with 36 HIMARS, the missile systems would not be suitable for obvious reasons. And I'm a big fan of Oedipus Rex, though Andres, Michaels, and myself will have to leave afterwards; they have some harsh training tomorrow."

The play soon ended, and the desert was finished. Claudius extended his hand towards the men, as did his son Tiberius. "Well, I'm happy you men came by. I do hope we can do this again."

A letter from a Griffincrest supervisor was sent to Long Steele while he was in the hospital.

"Due to your extended stay from work, we must unfortunatly sever you from the corporation. We will pay you for the next four weeks. We ask now that you list your dependants, so that they will be alerted to the situation, and hopefully seek government aide or employment until you can recover.

Thank you,
Julius J. Godhammer"

long was going over the letter one more time when lisa came in with her head bandage
"hey how you feel"ask lisa
long hands her the letter she reads it
"hey thats not cool you save us all and they let you go"said a upset lisa
"i dont care i was going next month"said long handing a letter over as he said it
when she see the letter head lisa looks at long
"this is from the imperial isa army"said lisa
"yep iam leaving the Blackhelm Confederacy"said long
two men came into the room
" are you long steel sir"ask one of the men
"yes i am and you are"ask long