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The Ostian World Trade and Convention center was finally completed. After a years work the building finally opened it's doors and diplomats and investors from many countrys were invited to purchase in shares within the building, a social event was to take place on the date of August the 10 2006. As the limosines pulled in parking, the buildings officals stood on the 30th floor watching below,

"Ok, the first of our guests have arrived inform the front desk to let them through upon showing proper identification, body guards will be permitted weapons but anything heavy must be placed in lock up"

"Sure roger, i'll call down now"

The men were dressed in tuxdedos as this was a formal gathering, classical music played from outside the office. The man who had told one of the others to call downstairs was President Roger Brandenburg, chosen by the Emperor himself to be placed in charge of the new addition to the Ostian Empire.

The party and buisness meeting was to take place on the 30th floor, secret service agents stood in every corner equiped with ear peices and H&K P3000's. Throughout the rest of the building armed sercurity guards that resembled police officers patrolled ensuring sercurity was not breached, Ostia's main diplomat attending was Sec.of the treausury Donald St. Clair who waited in the board room preparing his speech he would give to the investors.

Downstairs the guard at the door waited for the first few guests to buzz in, meanwhile he watched a baseball game on a small Tv....

the Kirisuban trade minister Ms Jun Karaguchi was the first to arrive dressed in a classic long black evening dress. Her female aide Kaede Ito was also wearing a similiar dress and was unarmed but looks could be deceiving.

when not dressed to the nines she led the embassy security team as was known as 'lady of steel' by her team.

For now she was posing as a normal aide for you never knew when trouble could strike.

Kaede showed the doorman the invitation and their passes and they entered.

The doorman inspected the invatation then scanned it on a small white glowing surface then signaled them towards the elevator,

"30th floor, have a good time Ms Jun Karaguchi"

The doorman looked back to his baseball game.....

having taken the lift to the 30th floor the kirisuban women arrived and Kaede got a glass of champagne each for them from a passing waiter.

finding a small table they sat down and waited for the others.

Bump...

OOC: The terrorists will enter shortly once we have the people on playing some of them..

Reallydrunk']Bump...

OOC: The terrorists will enter shortly once we have the people on playing some of them..


(I'm here!)

Second To Arrive Was Kalan Sukia The Trade Minister Of Kombra.
He Was Wearing An Unusual Blue Suit With a White Tie.
He Walked Up To The Door And Gave The Doorman The Invitation And He Entered The Building.

OOC: Ok cool, are you entering the building or are you already inside..?...you will be receiving a phone call...

A dark figure in a dimly lit office had just finished dialing a number on his phone, it rang, and rang untill finally some one picked up...

In a raspy low distorted voice they said,

"Hello, this is Sparrow"

"The plan will come into effect at 11:00 on the dot, be prepared..i have sent all details to the lap top, there is no room for error, the consiquences will be bad for you in that case"

After a brief pause the voice continued,

"I will call back in a half hour, it is now 10:00...wait for my call.."

The figure hung up the phone then opened a lap top showing the buildings floor plan....

Second To Arrive Was Kalan Sukia The Trade Minister Of Kombra.
He Was Wearing An Unusual Blue Suit With a White Tie.
He Walked Up To The Door And Gave The Doorman The Invitation And He Entered The Building.

The doorman looked at him then scanned the invatation,

"Alright Mr.Kalan Sukia, welcome..30th floor have a good time"

The doorman's attention drited back towards the game,

"No! no! SHIT! jesus christ..that should have been out of there!" he yelled...

Shadow-One walked casually into the building, hiding beneath his trench coat, an shortened AKS-74. The guards eyed him wearily, but said nothing as he walked past. As soon as he recieved the call, they would die.

OOC: He would have to have a discuise to get in...a pass would have been provided by Sparrow...

Shortly after the Kirisuban trade minister arrived Victor West the Ustian trade minister arrived along with General Richard's and the Ustian Secret Service. Unoffically one of the secret service agents was a Dark agent, masters of isponiage, combat and stealth they don't offically exist according to the government. The men steped out of the limo and headed to the Doorman showing there invitation's and passes.

OOC: I'm going to be gone for awhile. Have football practice. :(

The doorman hesitated looking at the Tv then looked up,

"Err, sorry..."

He looked over the passes and scanned the invatations on the glowing white surface,

"Ok Mr. West, General Richards..your good to go sirs, please proceed to the elevator, 30th floor..also please have your men log their weapons in this book.."

He slid a black book towards them on the desk...

When the security agent pulled him aside to check his pass, immediately he produced one.

"I work for the Wanderjarian Mercenary Corps. You know? SCI? I'm an officer dispatched to oversee our allies well being.

OOC: Can I get a link to the OOC? I kinda want in...

OOC: Can I get a link to the OOC? I kinda want in...

(OOC: No. ;)


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When the security agent pulled him aside to check his pass, immediately he produced one.

"I work for the Wanderjarian Mercenary Corps. You know? SCI? I'm an officer dispatched to oversee our allies well being.

The doorguard scanned the pass,

"Alright...you cheak out..Mr..?"

"Go on up, 30th floor...please log your weapons if you have any.."

George Beregovoy paused long enough to run his fingers through his snowy hair and adjust his glasses before walking in the doors of the Ostian World Trade Center. His footfalls echoed, mingling with those of the two uniformed officers following him. While Beregovoy was wearing a finely-pressed suit, the other Shalrirorchians wore Shalrirorchian Defense Force uniforms. The military men also wore S.D.F. Five-Seven pistols in the holsters at their hips.

Beregovoy approached the lobby desk and removed his credentials from the clip on his suit jacket, presenting to the guard. The credentials were shiny and new with lamination, with a thin polished metal flag of the Shalrirorchian nation down at the bottom. "George Beregovoy, Secretary of Defense of the United States of Shalrirorchia. General John Sharana, Commander of Shalrirorchian Defense Force, and aide-de-camp Captain Arnold Reynolds." the secretary offered. "Official U.S.S. envoy."

The guard in the chair sat upright and looked over credentials,

These guy was organized.. he thought...

The guard scanned the passes and handed them back,

"Welcome to Ostia Minister Beregovoy, please have your guards log their weapons and proceed to the elevator behind me and take it to the 30th floor, the gathering will be hosted in the main room, you can't miss it"

He looked back towards the T.V and frowned,

"Err sorry, please..proceed..."

On the 30th floor the Ostian Delegation greeted their guests when they arrived by the elevator,

"Welcome, please feel free to relax"

General Dwight Burton of the Ostian Imperial army strolled foward and greeted General Richard's,

"Ahh welcome, how was the trip?"

Captain Jackson Murphy stood at a distance from the diplomat he was guarding, Commisar of Trade Crowlye. He lit a cigarette and stood for a few minutes, waiting for the Comissar to go inside. After the Comisar entered, he breathed a sigh of relieve, and readjusted his sunglasses and the Browning GP he kept in his shoulder-holster. "Another Commissarr successfully delivered, eh, Walsh?" He looked to his longtime friend and partner-in-crime, Sergeant Leah Walsh.
"Yeah. Y'know, we could pass as diplomats. They probably have free food and drinks in there..." She grinned.
"Sounds good to me. Hang on..." He leaned down to the driver window of the limo. "Driver, go back to the hotel and hang out there. We'll call you if we need you, a'right?" The driver nodded, grinned, and drove off.

Leah and Jack walked up to the entrance and smiled brightly at the man guarding it. "'Scuse me, we're diplomats for the nation of... Leinster and Connacht?" He glanced at Walsh, and she gave a quick not. "And we're here for the... y'know... opening ball, or whatever you call it."

Beregovoy nodded. "Very well, thank you." he replied, and pinned his credentials back to his jacket. He gestured to the two Shalrirorchian officers who logged their weapons, then the party of three took the elevator that would bring them up to the convention. As Beregovoy noticed a scrappy-looking man with a long coat in the lobby, he snorted. "Vagabonds." he muttered under his breath as the door closed.

The guard watched the men enter the elevator and looked to the group who had just arrived,

y'know... opening ball he thought when they said it and grinned...

"Welcome to Ostia, Credentials please.."

The guard looked over the credentials and scanned the Comissar's invatation, he smiled and waited for the information to come up on his computer,

"ook, please log your weapons if you have any and proceed to the elevator, from there take it to the 30th floor where the unvailing party is taking place..have a good time"

He nodded to Leah Walsh and Jackson Murphy,

"Invatations and credentials?"


On the 30th floor General Dwight Burton greeted some of the guests getting off the elevator,

"Hi, how do you do, hi.."

____________________

The dark figure closed the lap top and dialed a number on his phone then in the deep raspy voice he asked,

"Are they ready"

The voice on the other end replyed with a southern accent,

"Yeah Sparrow, they are in the garage now..anything starts we'll be first on the scene"

"Good, but now..i have to go..call the number i have given you for further directions..it is my assosiate.."

The man hung up the phone then stood up and headed for the door, outside classical music could be heard....

Admiral Joe Didato limo pulled up in front of the newly built building and five men stepped out. All wore their formal uniforms. The Admiral's medals easily added ten pounds. They all hung from his pure white jacket. He turned to his guards, "God I hope it's air conditioned in there."

The highest ranked of his guards, Col. Matthew 'West' Crowley, replied, "I'm sure it is sir, now will you please try to stay in the middle of the four of us?"

"Meh, fine, but your not coming in a bathroom stall with me!" the Admiral said.

Crowley chucked as the entered the building, the Admiral with a guard on his 12, 3, 6, and 9. Crowley approached the front desk and showed their credentials. "My men and I have Viper R-90 pistols on us, we also have a few larger weapons, we understand that they are to be put into safe keeping, correct?" The rest of the guards moved to the front desk as well, their AK-105s and Combution Crossbows ready to be handed over.

The guard at the desk stood there staring at the weapons,

"Uhh, yeeah, one minute.."

He pressed a button and a door buzzed open,

"Harry, members from Drexel Hillsville have just arrived..we have items for lockup out here"

"Roger Steve, send them in.."

The guard set the walkie talkie down then spoke,

"Ok, deposit the weapons in there and sir if i may scan your credentials.."

He took the Admirals credentials and scanned them on the surface,

"Alright sir, your clear to head upstairs, the elevators behind me, take it to the 30th and you will enter a room in which the party will be hosted..have a good time sir and welcome to Ostia.."

He looked back down at the T.V....

the Admiral, Crowley, and the other guards all went into the elevator. "What floor did he say again?" Crowley asked. All he got was four blank stares.

Lt. Natieth Keen spoke up, "I think it was thirteen." Crowley pushed the button for the 13th floor. and the doors closed.

Reallydrunk']The guard watched the men enter the elevator and looked to the group who had just arrived,

y'know... opening ball he thought when they said it and grinned...

"Welcome to Ostia, Credentials please.."

The guard looked over the credentials and scanned the Comissar's invatation, he smiled and waited for the information to come up on his computer,

"ook, please log your weapons if you have any and proceed to the elevator, from there take it to the 30th floor where the unvailing party is taking place..have a good time"

He nodded to Leah Walsh and Jackson Murphy,

"Invatations and credentials?"
OOC: Cough... you did things in the wrong order... cough... Because the commisar didn't say "y'know, opening ball"...
IC:
Murphy paused... Shit, we're caught!
Meanwhile, Leah dug in her wallet... and pulled out a pair of ID cards for the nation of L&C. They identified the two as diplomats. "Sorry, we didn't get invites, our two nations haven't had any real relations as yet..." She gave her best smile as she handed over the cards.

OOC: Sorry it took so long, I had to do something.
Oh, and you can look up Leinster and Connacht if you want. My cover story is flawless.

As the Cravanian delegation arrived, Jim Kelson and his entourage walked through the door of the newly built Ostian World Trade Center, a detatchment of four plain-clothes Imperial Guards accompanying them into the building. Jim approached the door guard, and held out his credentials. He motioned to his party casually.

"They're with me.", he said cooly as he returned his credentials to his pocket. They checked in their weapons, all 9mm sidearms, and awaited confirmation to join the party.


Meanwhile, several hundred miles from the coast of Ostia, the newly formed Aurora Supercarrier Battle Group was running its first drills at sea, choosing waters near this area to test their new equipment. They had been used to deploy the diplomats in the first place, and were tasked to pick them up at the meeting's close.

Little did they know what events would unfold...

The doors of the elevators opened. It looked like a matenice hall. "Nice job Narieth," The Admiral said.

"Calm down sir, let's try number thirty," Crowley said to the Admiral. He pressed the button and the doors shut once more. Music began to play in the cramped elevator.

"Damn elevator music," said the Admiral. Shortly after, the doors opened again and they found themselves in a rather large room with tables set up and music playing. "Now this is more like it," the admiral told his detail.


Aboard the departing helicopter Carried that had taken the Admiral to the country, two platoons of Black Berets were stationed. They would return to pick the Admiral up at the end of the party.

OOC: Cough... you did things in the wrong order... cough... Because the commisar didn't say "y'know, opening ball"...
IC:
Murphy paused... Shit, we're caught!
Meanwhile, Leah dug in her wallet... and pulled out a pair of ID cards for the nation of L&C. They identified the two as diplomats. "Sorry, we didn't get invites, our two nations haven't had any real relations as yet..." She gave her best smile as she handed over the cards.

OOC: Sorry it took so long, I had to do something.
Oh, and you can look up Leinster and Connacht if you want. My cover story is flawless.

OOC: Damn it! sorry bout' that....

The guard looked over the ID cards then replyed after a sigh...

"Well...uhh, yeah..please take the elevator to the 30th floor, i will need to make a copy of these ID's"

He ran them over the white glowing surface then set them on the desk,

"Ok, have a good time.."

When the next group approached they made it know they were from Cravanian delegation, once the guard had cheaked their credentials and invatation he let them pass,

"30th floor, thank you welcome to Ostia..please log your weapons.."

The delegation logged their weapons in, all of them armed with a 9mm personal sidearm. They made their way to the 30th floor, unaware of the nightmare they were about to endure.

((Sorry for short post... I'll make a better one when more people show.))

Ostian officals greeted their guest upon arrival, waiters strolled about carrying trays with with many little differnt types of food, some carried champaigne. The classical music filled the room, it was starting to fill up quickly...

OOC: Terrorists will be moving in through the garage soon to prepare their attack. And im pretty sure this will turn in to a firefight at some point, remember the more resistance encountered the more innocents may be killed in the crossfire...along with diplomats and investors, it could get messy.

The Admiral looked at the champagne being brought around. He tapped on of the waiters on the shoulder, "Got anything stronger than this wussy champagne crap? Smithicks maybe?"


OOC: MY admiral is very unrefined if you can't tell...

OOC:sorry for not posting for awhile just got back from football. I'll try to get up to speed.

The under cover dark agent and Secret Service men logged in there Springfield M913 pistols. One of them pulled up a black bag and said to the guard "we have some heavy weapons in this bag."

OOC: Just so I can catch up.
After the logging in weapons:
The Delegation road the elevator to the 30th floor and as soon as it opened somebody greeted General Richards. He responded "fine and you are?"

Off coast, internationl waters:
Meanwhile a portion of the Ustian 4th fleet consisting of 2 destroyers, 2 cruisers, 1 carrier, and one fast combat support ship. It was small but they really didn't need that many ships considering they were only suppose to pick up the delegation after the end of the summit.

Reallydrunk']OOC: Damn it! sorry bout' that....

The guard looked over the ID cards then replyed after a sigh...

"Well...uhh, yeah..please take the elevator to the 30th floor, i will need to make a copy of these ID's"

He ran them over the white glowing surface then set them on the desk,

"Ok, have a good time.."

When the next group approached they made it know they were from Cravanian delegation, once the guard had cheaked their credentials and invatation he let them pass,

"30th floor, thank you welcome to Ostia..please log your weapons.."
OOC: IT's cool.
IC:
The two grinned, and walked past the man. As they stepped into the elevator, Jack turned to Leah.
"Damn, you still had those cards?"
"Yeah. I meant to get rid of 'em, but I never had a chance." Leah shrugged.
Jack tisked. "That's sloppy."
Leah got defensive. "Hey, you wanted into the party, I got you in!"

The elevator door opened, and they stepped into the party, making a bee-line to the drinks table (bar?).

Shadow-One stood in the corner, cell phone pressed against his ear.

"I am ready."

The waiter stopped and replyed to the Admiral,

"Of course sir, i will return immeaditly"

The waiter left the room...

Outside the building two grey Yukons pulled towards the underground parking lot, the first one stopped at the guardhouse and a passenger got out walking up to the door where a guard waited,

"This parking lot is out of bounds sir, your going to have to park where everyone else is.."

The man who stood in front of him didn't reply,

"Are you fuckin' def pal?..i just tol.."

**VIP,VIP** the driver fired two shots from a silenced beretta..

The second guard went to remove his glock from his holster but the man standing in the doorway shot him once in the gut and once in the middle of his face..

"Ok, lets move! get in there and cover our asses if anything comes up..."

Two men dressed like building guards hopped out of the vehicles trunk and entered the office while two others drug the bodys out stuffing them in the Yukon, the vehicles continued on into the garage.

A third silver Yukon pulled in at the end of the parking lot and a man dressed as a police officer hopped out,

"Alright, get it done.."

The man walked across the parking lot and approched the front doors and buzzed, the guard that was watching the baseball game looked up puzzled but then opened the door. The man approached the front desk with a concerned look on his face,

"We got a 911 call? shots have been fired in this building"

"What? no..i would have known about thaa.."

The man raised a silenced glock.21 and squeezed the trigger hitting the guard right between the eyes, he quickly moved behind the desk and spoke over a walkie talkie,

"Now you know.."

"We are in..send the cavelry..."

Twelve men in bulletproof vests armed with heavy weapons such as Steyr-Augs, G36 rifles, MP7's and MP9's, MP5k's and also equiped with sidearms entered, all men wore black facemasks. Three of them approached the sercurity room where all the weapons were stored and opened the door shouting at the guard with his back turned on a computer not to move, he went for his pistol and got shot four times by a silenced Beretta...

"Call Sparrow, we have taken the ground floor...all the guys up there will hold it down till we get there...tell him five minutes, got some cleaning to do.."

The Admiral felt his stomach rumble. "Boys," He started to say to his men, "I don't think shrimp from road side vendors is good for you. I need to shit"

With that they all started to move to the bathroom. The Admiral felt that the Smithicks could wait a few minutes. He entered a stall in the bathroom and quickly got to work.