NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC: Feel free to jump in if you can find an opening. I just request that it's stay strictly MT with no vast armies coming to crush the Mob. I also do not want Magic and Futuristic Surveillance devices in this...



IC:



"The family is the most important part of a man's life. A man is not a real man, If he doesn't spend time with his family or protect his family."

~ Quoted from Big Boss Tony Garazoni



Interrogation Room-

Interpol agent Inspector Jack McAllen watched the suspect sitting in the chair. The large Rastoran man was sitting with his pitch-black sunglasses on his face. The Inspector took note that the heavyset man was smoking a Winston Cigarette. The Inspector also continued to take note of the man's large Rolex watch and his expensive diamond ring on his left hand.

It was pretty easy to tell this guy was connected to the Syndicate. His attitude was that of a man that spent his life working for the local wise guys and had finally reached the top of his circuit. The Rastoran continued to smoke but behind his sunglasses he was glaring at the one way mirror. This guy was no fool he knew the interrogators were going to bug him about his dealing with the Families and try to pin something on them and on him.

Inspector Jack McAllen sighed and put out his cigar. The Interpol agent was going to crack this man and get an opening into another secret criminal organization…..



Johnny Valzaletti was a made-man and one of the captains around these parts. Valzaletti was still smoking his favorite brand of cigarettes. This made man was thinking about his past while he waited for this big shot Inspector from Interpol come to interrogate him for information on the family.

The Captain was way to smart to talk but if he did it would be amazing. To see this guy's face if Valzaletti did sing about the Syndicate's business across the world. The extortion, arm's dealing, smuggling, the hit's, and drug trafficking alone would probably make this idiot's mouth drop….

Johnny took note of this skinny man that walked through the Interrogation Room entrance and exit door. The two men locked eyes for a few seconds trying to read the other person. The lawman and the criminal, a relationship as old as time itself. It would be interesting to see who cracked first…..

A mysterious phone call comes into the syndicates HQ.

"How would you boys like to be footmen for a big, big smuggling ring? Think about it. I'll call back in a little bit."

Then the phone went dead.

Carlos Osburne the Consigliere of the Garazoni family. answered the phone from his private office. The Consigliere was surprised that someone had figured out the Syndicate's headquarters was located in his private firm. It was well known that Osburne and Son was funded and run by the Syndicate. It was not well known that this place was also a front for the Bosses to meet and discuss territory and future goals and plans.

Carlos was shaking as he put down the phone. Whoever had figured out this was the Syndicate's main headquarters must have a lot of connections or had a lot of money to bribe the right people. This could only mean one of two things, The law was trying to find something on them or a rival group was trying to get on their action.

The Consigliere wrote a memo and ordered his blond secretary to send it to the Big Boss down in the under ground area were the illegal action was brewing. Tony Garazoni was not one to mess around. It would be up to him on how to handle this mysterious message.

The phone rang again

"Have you decided?"

Carlos being the Consigliere could not under any circumstance be caught committing illegal actions. His firm was the power base of the Syndicate's hold in the courtroom.

Carlos handed his phone over to one of his guards an enforcer by the name of Sonny Toraloni.

The Enforcer in a heavily accented voice said, "The Bosses are interested in your proposal. We just need to know what the deal entails?"

"We have a number of warehouses along the water. In them, are thousands of black market goods. Everything from RPG-7's to iPods. We want you to push for us. Meet us at warehouse **** in an hour"

Sonny Toraloni replied in his deeply accented voice, "I will send some guy's from the Salantari Family. They should be able to handle this sort of deal."

Sonny cupped the phone and said, "Frank, Get the crew together, I want them armed and ready for trouble. It could be the cops messing with us. If it is a sting or a ambush then fill the place with lead. If it's a safe deal, the bosses will let you complete it without hindrance."


Frank smiled and said, "Sure, Give Big Boss Garazoni my regards."

Sonny smiled and said, "I will send the Boss your regards. If you need back up you should be near Garazoni territory. I can easily call up my crew from their to back you up should it turn ugly."

Frank bowed and left the room. The middle-aged mobster pulled out his cell and started calling the major players in his crew. They would meet together at the docks and from their they would meet their contacts at warehouse ****.

Yet another dark voice telephoned the Mafia leader.


"Do not cross us. We have eyes everywhere. No matter where you go, where you sleep, what you do, the Night Stalkers will be there." The line went dead. From outside a brick crashed through their window with a note attached:


In big letters, it read: Fear us

OOC: Have Blackhelm tell you about my GSG-9 and Aeson's Shadowmen. We give him hell all over the world lol


Nice intro bud, I'm looking forward to RPing with you in the future :)

(OOC: At the moment, I'm a bit busy, but soon, lets test you're already impressive RPing skills with a shadow war.)

Carlos was really frightened now. This was the second time today someone had called the organization directly. This was almost unheard of, The Consigliere sent another memo to the Big Boss in the underground chamber under the firm. The janitor began to clean the glass as the Enforcers went out side with their Uzi's ready to whack the idiots that tried to pull such a stupid stunt..

The Big Boss Tony Garazoni was fu***** pissed, These Night Stalkers had come to his turf and made a statement in front of his symbol of power. This hurt his repuation as the head of the Syndicate. The other bosses would see this as a sign of weakness without some sort of retaliation.

Tony yelled at his underboss Tommy Antorni, "I want these mother fu****s dead! D.E.A.D. I want them whacked, and I want their families whacked also!"

Tommy bowed to his Boss and said, "I sent for word on the street. I have also bribed some guys in the local intelligence agencies to find them. If they are rival organization or some stupid cops, We will know in a few hours. I have also called our best hitters back into the family to protect you boss."

The Boss glared and said, "Get to work then. You got your orders!"


OOC: You have now started a war with the Syndicate. I believe once they find out about your Special Forces. They will send the Sweepers to deal with them personally…

On the docks, about 10 well dressed men waited outside of a huge warehouse. They were Griffincrest business men. It seemed odd for well to do business men to be out here on such a night, but, this was Griffincrest. One of the men was tiberius Griffincrest, son of the CEO Claudius Griffincrest. He stood between two large mercenaries, leaning against his Mercedes-Benz nonchalantly, smoking a cigarette. Above him, on the warehouse, to mercenary snipers watched the scene, making sure nothing went down the tubes.

Frank and his boys met up at the docks. The group looked like a gang of well-dressed street thugs. They were dressed in their normal attire black business suits. They all had sunglasses and were armed with 9mm pistols and five of them were carrying AK-47's. The rest of them were holding an Uzi's. They were all driving various muscle cars towards the meeting spot.

Frank sighed as he looked at the window in the back seat of his black Lexus. It would be another meeting with some unsavory types or so the mobster thought. The reality would shock him as soon as the Syndicate's men started to pull up at the Warehouse.


Frank looked at the well-dressed businessmen. It looked like this was either a rival organization or a really well put together set up. Frank whispered to his number two guy Luigi, "I want you to take five of our guys and look around. I want you to watch out for suspicious people and for signs of this being a set up. I also want you to look for possible reinforcements."

Luigi just nodded as his captain got out of the Lexus. The rest of the crew took measures to prepare for anything as their leader headed towards the businessmen.

The 4 Wanderjarian Kilo-Team members watched as the Syndicate and Griffincrest people met. The Kilo Team, being the Wanderjarian GSG-9s Recon unit, was not going to engage, but merely, watch, and listen to what they said.


As one of the Syndicate lackies moved closer to their position however, they had no choice but to open fire. The four blackclad operators opened up with suppressed H&K MP-5s, targeting the enemy forces. The team sniper lined the man who exited the Lexus's head in his cross hairs, and fired.

OOC: If only I had seen this in time to come up with a decent reason for one of my Shadowmen to have a line on this meeting. Shame, that.

OOC: If only I had seen this in time to come up with a decent reason for one of my Shadowmen to have a line on this meeting. Shame, that.


OOC: Don't worry, theres going to be plenty of time for us to do our thing to these people hehehe

"Everybody get the fuck in the warehouse!!" Tiberius screamed, diving in the side door. The rooftop snipers each got a GSG-9 man in their sights and pulled the trigger. The rest of the men drew out Kraven made .50 cal handguns and began firing away as they ran for the open warehouse door. One grabbed Luigi and pulled him inside, and yelled for the rest of the Rastorans to come inside. Tiberius recognized it wasot a set up as soon as he saw first the accuracy of the shooting, and then the man who fired. He knew immediatly. "I FUCKING HATE WANDERJARIANS!" he yelled.

OOC: BC TGed me that, he is having problem with his comp and cant log in.

OOC: I had the same problem...



IC:


Frank and four others were killed almost instantly from the attack. The Syndicate's boys were used to urban hit's and ambushes and started to taking position behind their vehicles trying to avoid enemy fire.


The Mobsters would then start raining Uzi fire to cover their comrades that would make a run to the warehouse to avoid enemy fire. Luigi was cursing his situation and had a cell phone ringing. It was time to bring the muscle down on these Motherfuckers thought the major player.


Luigi while firing his 9mm pistol to draw enemy fire was screaming into his cell, "I fucking want back up! I want the Sweepers here now! God Damn it!!!!"

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Carlos hung up the phone and sent a message to Sonny to get his crew together for a quick assault on the Docks…

Black-3 Was hit immediately in the forehead, and lay dead, a small streamlet of blood flowed from his forehead. Black-4 was hit in the right should and cried out.

"Damnit!" He shouted. Black-6, the team leader saw the muzzle flashes, and while they pulled back, he and Black-2 gave covering fire as the injured 4 carried 3. They pulled back, and disapeared into the night.

OOC: Thanks Beiraq. I was just seriously like minutes away fromsetting my comp on fire.I could look at the forums and everything, but it wouldn't sign me in. I was gettig incredibly frustrated.

Tiberius and his men would occasionally lean out of the door to open fire on the GSG-9 men, and the rooftop snipers were proving themselves, popping off rounds at the men below. Tiberius once again ordered the mobsters into the warehouse. It would be the safest place for now.

The Kilo Team, which had pulled out, hijacked a parked care, and loaded themselves in it, and made their way to the Exfil zone, where a Wanderjarian SOAR (Special Operations Aviation Regiment) would extract them to a nice aircraft carrier in the ocean.



(OOC: Heres your chance for a car chase if you want one. And good posts, I'm very impressed.)

The boys had finally given up on firing at ghost and shadows. They all ran inside once they heard a car drive off. The guys figured those Bastards had run like cowards to avoid the Syndicate's wraith.

Luigi looked at his comrades and noticed that at least a quarter of them were dead. This had been a very bad day. The Family would have to hold a mass funeral and the entire Family would have to be at attendance. This could be bad at this time but things had to be done to pay respect to these men who had given their lives to protect the Syndicate's interests.


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Several more muscle cars started heading towards the docks throughout the city. It was like the Syndicate had declared war on someone in their own city. The massive mobilization of the mob was not unnoticed by the cops but it would not benefit them to mess with them when they are on the warpath. The cops pretended not to notice this huge epidemic of wanted criminals and known mobsters heading towards the Docks…


OOC: Here they come for blood and revenge!!!

OOC: ATTN: Aeson! Funeral! Yes!

Trust me, we have the moral deficit to do it too. We kidnapped Griffincrest's daughter once ;) and Assassinated his lover.

The Car sped on. As Mob cars advanced behind them, the Wanderjarians readied for combat.


"How long till we get there Captain?" Black 2 asked.

"About four miles." The Captain snarled, removing his ski mask with one hand.

"Damnit!" Black -4 said. "Alright, give me the Desert Eagle, if they get close enough, I'll blast 'em with it. Two, take my AT-4. Make sure the three rockets hit!"

Two nodded, and leaned out the window, firing his MP-5 at the enemy driver, hoping that the fact they were being shot at, or the windshield glass breaking would cause him to panic and crash.

Hey hey hey. The mistress is still alive. That war got canned remember?

Hey hey hey. The mistress is still alive. That war got canned remember?


Oh yeah, we agreed that she lives. But still, we got your daughter that time, and then I raided your forces in Sochatopia I believe it was.....

Toopoxia...grr

Toopoxia...grr


You lost quite a few good men in that, didn't you?

No comment. How are those pilotsdoing over Beiraq;)

No comment. How are those pilotsdoing over Beiraq;)


Fine. And more coming when ever I decide to. And trust me, when I bring those F-99s, you're screwed.

The first car's driver took a hit to his left shoulder. The driver cried in pain but stayed on the road. He screamed, "You idiots, don’t just sit there waste em!"

The passenger took aim with his Uzi and blasted the glass from the windshield. The mob cars returned fire with a wide assortment of firearms. Uzi's, shotguns, AK-47's, and even RPG rounds. It would depend on their driver's skill as the Syndicate's minions started fire back in an overwhelming barrage…

Three of the mob cars were blown to Kingdom come as the enemy fired rockets at them. The syndicate's drivers were highly skilled and some of them managed to dodge some of the enemies rockets but the fact there was so many of them did not help to give them room to maneuver.

One of the Mobsters started to use an RPG and fired right out from on top his sun roof in an attempt to take out the enemy car…

The Captain swerved immediately to his right and dodged the RPG. The bullet hail shattered the windshield, making all of them cringe.


Black-Two Primed a grenade and tossed it at the enemy. It was set to explode in two seconds.


Meanwhile, the captain got on his radio, and talked to the crazy Blackhawk pilot who was coming to save them.

"Raptor Six, this is Black-6, We need help. Lots of bad guys right on us in technicals. Your M One Three Fours would be greatly appreciated."

"Roger that Black-6, inbound."

As the Blackhawk neared, Black-4 caught a round in the throat. With his jugular torn out, he laid on the backseat, and died.


(OOC:The Blackhawk is armed with dual miniguns, which will rape your mafia cars)

Bump

IC:

The Sonny and his boys noticed the Blackhawk that came out of no where; the enforcer quickly went on the radio and sent a all broad bulletin to the mob cars. The order was to scatter. The Syndicate's muscle cars began to break off the chase and begin trying to avoid the incoming helicopter that was becoming visible.

The Syndicate's crews knew they could not take a stand up fight with a bloody helicopter but they could try and avoid them until they could get into position for another strike. Sonny had a plan of his own to deal with this interesting event. The enforcer quickly ordered his boys to pull over in an alley and they ran out of their car. Sonny quickly ran to his trunk and opened it.

The mobster quickly armed and prepped his prized weapon a stinger. This anti-air weapon had come from a arm's deal with the local Rastoran military. The boys all hid in the shadow of the alley as Sonny aimed his stinger and unleashed a present from the Syndicate. A bloody anti air unguided rocket….


OOC: I will let you decide if your blackhawk is clipped, destroyed or it's a miss. Feel free to blast a few of my guys. I have plenty more where they came from...

The side gunner, seeing that the enemy was getting an anti-aircraft launcher, fired with his M240 at the car, while the chopper swung around and headed back for the drop zone. They had fired with their miniguns, blasting apart three more cars, and the other M-240 Machine gun continued chattering away as they left for the exfil zone.

This gave the Wanderjarians just the time they needed. They arrived at their designated Exfil zone, a medium sized plot of land, and exited the car, bringing their fallen comrades with them. As the chopper landed, the door gunner fired on the closing vehicles, and as the Wanderjarians boarded, and rose into the sky, they continued.


Back at the aircraft carrier, the two survivors recieved medical care for their several gunshot and glass scratch wounds. But still, another GSG-9 team was still on the ground, and waited for another chance to strike, but as for now, they remained unseen.....

Sonny had barely got out of the way of the incoming mini gun. Sonny was now really pissed his crew had been torn apart in some government special strike. This had to be some government messing with the Syndicate.

Sonny took his cell and called his old friend, "Hey Bobby, You got those choppers? I need some air power and some Sweepers. I do not mean these pansies, I mean the A grade killers."

The scene was terrifying with burning cars and exploding gas tanks. The enemy and the Syndicate had given a lot of civilian deaths on the street. It was now a fucking warzone and the Syndicate was going to prepare for it…

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Luigi looks at Tiberious in his sharp business suite and said in a firm voice, "I want all the information you have on these Sons of bitches. We want them to pay for this. They have made our organization look foolish and incompetent. We have to retaliate."

Luigi then orders his guys to send a message to the boss to let them know it was a ambush. The sight and sounds of several explosions of in the distance only made the mobster wince as he looked on…

OOC: Bump!

OOC: Have you got a coast? If so, is it poorly enough guarded that a small boat could get close enough for my men to swim to shore?

The Rastoran Syndicate']Luigi looks at Tiberious in his sharp business suite and said in a firm voice, "I want all the information you have on these Sons of bitches. We want them to pay for this. They have made our organization look foolish and incompetent. We have to retaliate."

Luigi then orders his guys to send a message to the boss to let them know it was a ambush. The sight and sounds of several explosions of in the distance only made the mobster wince as he looked on…

Tiberius smirked as Luigi asked the question. "Wanderjarian GSG-9. They have a thing with us. I would suggest you watch your backs. They raided a number of our camps in Toopoxia. In time, their allies in Aeson will come over. They use special forces called Shadowmen. They destroyed a part of my fathers house. None of them escaped alive, but it was a blow. After that, the kidnapped my sister. She was released, but my family has sworn revenge."

OOC: I don't have an actually coast per say. My nation is an international Crime Syndicate. I going to guess that you could probally sneak in. I would recommend using a nuclear sub to get past the radar and the Syndicate's Black Arms fleet..

The Rastoran Syndicate']OOC: I don't have an actually coast per say. My nation is an international Crime Syndicate. I going to guess that you could probally sneak in. I would recommend using a nuclear sub to get past the radar and the Syndicate's Black Arms fleet..

OOC: What about if I just snuck them across the border into the country where the funeral is taking place. I'd just fly them in, but I need them to have their equipment. Er... recording equipment. So they can make an album. Yeah. <.<

OOC: What kind of weapons does the Rastoran Military use? Does the Syndicate have any kind of safehouses, large or small, capable of holding things like tanks and mobile, Surface-Surface Missile Launchers? Does their leader ever think of seizing control of Rastora?

OOC:

OOC: What about if I just snuck them across the border into the country where the funeral is taking place. I'd just fly them in, but I need them to have their equipment. Er... recording equipment. So they can make an album. Yeah. <.<

You could do that, I must warn you though the Syndicate would expect thier enemies to hit the funeral. It is a common enough tactic to kill a guy from a rival family and launch a major hit on the funeral to wipe out their rivals It is highly likely you will find it to be a colossal trap full of Sweepers and other sneaky surprises…


OOC: What kind of weapons does the Rastoran Military use? Does the Syndicate have any kind of safehouses, large or small, capable of holding things like tanks and mobile, Surface-Surface Missile Launchers? Does their leader ever think of seizing control of Rastora?

The Rastoran military is small, I would say it is slightly larger than the Syndicate thus making it not much of a military threat. Since Rastora was a communist country during the days of the cold war. It uses a lot of old soviet weaponry. The Syndicate however gets its weapons aboard. Their weaponry can range from small 9mm handguns to Israeli Uzi's to AK-47's and 12 gauge tactical shotguns. Their Sweepers and enforcers sometimes they are armed with weapons like Covert sniper rifles, and stinger anti-air rockets. They can also get other more individuals weapons.

The Syndicate does have safehouses that hold old soviet style tanks, and even jets and attack helicopters. They usually use these things to sell to interested clients and sometimes use them to launch pirate like raids on outlying areas in Rastora.

Big Boss Tony Garazoni has no ambition to take the country. He pretty much has all the politicians and the judges and even the military in his pocket. The Syndicate practically but unofficially runs this poor country.






IC:

Tiberius smirked as Luigi asked the question. "Wanderjarian GSG-9. They have a thing with us. I would suggest you watch your backs. They raided a number of our camps in Toopoxia. In time, their allies in Aeson will come over. They use special forces called Shadowmen. They destroyed a part of my fathers house. None of them escaped alive, but it was a blow. After that, the kidnapped my sister. She was released, but my family has sworn revenge."

Luigi responded quickly, "I better tell my Boss about this info. The Bosses of the organization will most likely want to talk to you directly. This sort of thing does not happen everyday and if these people can not leave our business alone they will have to be dealt with."

Luigi picks up his cell and sends call to his boss, "Hey, Mr. Salantari, I need to ask your permission to bring in an outsider to you and the rest of the heads of the five families. He has some vital information about these motherfuckers that have been messing with our operation and killing our soldiers and associates."

Luigi quickly turns off his phone and saids to Tiberius, "I need you to follow me to seal the deal between our two organizations."

OOC: Oh, I don't imagine they'll see this coming. ER... it's slightly PMT, is that okay?

IC: Thirteen shadows moved across the border. "Weapons?" Whispered Shadow-One.

"Ready," hissed Shadow-Three. "Let's go."

In space, a satellite slowly rotated. The first of the MK II Mjolnir satellites. Unlike the Mjolnir MK I, (all of which had been destroyed in the Kraven Cleansing) the MK II was designed to provide tactical support for troop movements.

The result being that it was equipped with weapons greatly varying in size, designed to take out anything from a single building to a city block.

OOC: I'd be interested in this, but can you give some basic info about the country of Rastora, such as what kind of nation it is (island, landlocked, etc.) as well as what the official government of Rastora is like at this point?

OOC:

OOC: Oh, I don't imagine they'll see this coming. ER... it's slightly PMT, is that okay?

I will let it slide, I will warn you however, The Federation of Rastora will whine to the international community that it has been attacked by terrorists. They will claim that Wanderjar and Aeson are launching terrorist attacks on the Federation. The Federation of Rastora is a Syndicate puppet state.

They will receive this information through the Syndicate by covert means and they will declare martial law to hunt for any remaining teams that are still in the country. In short both the government and the Syndicate will hunt your men on their escape from the scene. I would not recommend using another satellite strike because that will give the government validation in it's message to the international community. I would recommend doing this fast and quick…


OOC: I'd be interested in this, but can you give some basic info about the country of Rastora, such as what kind of nation it is (island, landlocked, etc.) as well as what the official government of Rastora is like at this point?


Rastora is a small coastal nation that borders several nations. (I have no neighbors yet) It was controlled by a soviet style government during the cold war but thanks to the fall of the Soviet Union. The government collapsed under economic pressure and anarchy ran the streets. The Rastoran Syndicate unofficially took control, they feed the people and tapped into the arm's production plants.

They started a massive international crime wave of arms dealing, drug trafficking, prostitution, and Extortion. The Syndicate eventually made enough money to help fund the police and the military. They started building a government in Rastora that was in their pocket.

The Federation of Rastora is officially a Federal Republic however it is really a corrupt process where the politicians and police and even the military are bribed and blackmailed by the Syndicate. Thus making it a puppet state. If you do not have the Syndicate's support do not even bother trying to run for an office. You will lose the election and most likely your life.

IC:

The Bosses were in a meeting, this time they were not in Osburne and Son's law firm. They were in an old abandon factory outside of the city. This was their old meeting spot completely owned and covertly operated by all the families. They were all in an old boardroom were the factory owner and his executives would meet and talk about business and sales production. The Syndicate used it for the same reason except they did not talk about taxes and legal endeavors.

The Big Boss Tony Garazoni was with all the family bosses talking about this new problem. The word on the street was that Wanderjar and Aeson was launching strikes against the Syndicate's operation. The death toll had been mounting with roughly forty deaths. There were also reports of heavy civilian casualties during the gun battles across the docks and on the street chase. It was time for them to decide to bring in their friends from the government and try to use their more elite hit men the Sweepers.


Big Boss Tony was also concerned his position as the Big Boss was in jeopardy because of these attacks. These people were ruining his perfect reputation as a leader and a man who could keep things in the dark. It was time for them to pay for this stain.

Tony looked at his rivals and comrades and said in a firm voice, "Gentlemen, as you all know these Wanderjarians and Aesonians must pay for their attacks upon our operation. I have a plan on how to handle this."

The others looked at each other and then nodded to let their leader proceed about his plan on how to handle the situation.

Tony cleared his voice and said, "The plan is we should hold a funeral for all our dead members like normal. This will be a trap for our enemies who will naturally assume we are there to honor our dead comrades. Instead we shall pack some of our lesser associates that we want to sacrifice in there and have them armed with some shotguns and 9mm pistols. We shall also send a team of ten Sweepers to take sniper positions around the block. They will look for the enemy as they sneak in and take them out."

The Bosses clapped their hands as they heard this plan and agreed. It had all the duplicity of a good trap. It just needed to have perfect bait and what better bait than a mob funeral to bring in the assassins.

The Rastoran Syndicate']Snippage

OOC: Hold on, the Aesonics (I won't hold that against you, common mistake, but for future reference, Aesonics, not Aesonians) haven't done anything yet. Why would you be laying a trap for them? Likewise, how would you know that the men who attacked you were Wanderjarian?

OOC:


1. Sorry about the name mix up, I stupidly assumed it would be Aesonians.

2. Tiberius smirked as Luigi asked the question. "Wanderjarian GSG-9. They have a thing with us. I would suggest you watch your backs. They raided a number of our camps in Toopoxia. In time, their allies in Aeson will come over. They use special forces called Shadowmen. They destroyed a part of my fathers house. None of them escaped alive, but it was a blow. After that, the kidnapped my sister. She was released, but my family has sworn revenge."

Luigi sent the message back to his bosses. The Syndicate wants to strike back…

OOC: Aha. That explains it. Although I wouldn't trust Blackhelm. Not that he's lying to you here (or is he?) but just on general principle. Yeah. I have to admit, you have pretty handily taken care of that satellite. Well played. Ah well, I'll think of something.

OOC: Yeah, I decided to make a nice little death trap at the funeral. It is what a man like Tony has to do to protect his position. I mean he has the country of Rastora under his thumb and control of a small international criminal empire. He has to respond somehow...

The Rastoran Syndicate']OOC: Yeah, I decided to make a nice little death trap at the funeral. It is what a man like Tony has to do to protect his position. I mean he has the country of Rastora under his thumb and control of a small international criminal empire. He has to respond somehow...

OOC: Now, on the other hand, you would have no proof that it was me. I even have a terrorist organization in my country that I could pin it on. I mean, the only thing even resembling proof is the word of Griffencrest, which, considering the amount of enemies he's made with his random oil invasions, probably won't do much to sway the international community.

OOC: Does your terrorist organization have control of orbital satellites that can rain death from above? The Rastoran Government can claim its Intel came from their intelligence agencies. You can easily deny our accusations. I was just saying that once martial law is called because a building or a block is decimated from orbit. It would not be wise to call another strike from orbit to get more of your guys out if you have more lurking around like Wanderjar..

OOC: Not as of yet, but...

IC: "I can't believe it's this easy..." Whispered Marcus.

"Don't complain," replied Errik, gripping his AK-47. As shifts changed, they rushed into the installation. Guards had recently been diverted to the Undershi summit, and the replacements weren't supposed to arrive for another hour. The twenty men found that there was only a skeleton staff on duty. They were easily dispatched, and the base was put into lockdown.
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This is the Aesonic News Network. There are, as of yet unconfirmed reports that a group of Ehznoists, the radical sect responsible for an unknown number of terrorist attacks in the Homeland and throughout the world, have siezed control of a Mjolnir Control Base. Authorities refused to comment, but an inside source says that citizens may want to consider drawing up emergency plans for prolonged stays in bomb shelters. This is Jeff Lark, reporting live.

OOC: They do now. Or at least, as far as the world knows. The codes there were changed so they can't actually launch the missiles, but nobody needs to know that. Quite the setup, eh?

OOC: all right, I’ll consider getting involved, by my posting will be sporadic until next Monday afternoon. I’m taking an RP liberty here, but not too much.

IC: The Deathshead Guerrillas are the definition of an elite unit. Using biodegradable boats and shell organizations, they have penetrated some of the most secure shorelines, and this country was no exception. Usually, they operated as a thousand-man battalion, but in this case, there were a scant 20 men, and all were trainees. Having survived the overly harsh training in the Restricted Islands, this was their final training mission: infiltration of Federation of Rastora and the execution of Tony “Big Boss” Garazoni by any means necessary. Preferably in a way so that the body was unrecoverable.

With that in mind, the 20 men “stormed the beaches” under the cover of darkness a month before. They already smuggled heavy weapons and armor into the country, security was a joke, and the shell company set up to handle it was a textbook example. Literally, they had a field manual on how to do it, and, like most of the Deathshead businesses, it was easy to set up, had almost no overhead, and was turning a tightly profit. It was a perfect shell, able to stand up to all but the most intense scrutiny: an import export setup with a small machine shop on the ground floor.

Fast forward: an attack had occurred and the Deathshead trainees, all with at least 15 years of field experience, had to move fast. Taking a sedan disguised as a taxi, two of the Deathshead drove passed a building that field recon revealed to be the headquarters building. The passenger, a 2nd Lieutenant named Tomasz Swietoslaw, wearing poor street clothes, took his Barret XM500 .50 caliber rifle, and took up a firing position with a view of what was assumed to be the Carlos Osburne. There was only one way to find out. He opened his case and loaded a 10 round magazine plus an additional single round directly into the chamber. He had 11 shots, and hoped he wouldn’t need it. He took his sunglasses off, hung them onto his shirt, and peered through the scope, before contacting the designated leader, 1st lieutenant Dragos Mikhailo over a scrambled cellphone.

“Hotel Base, this is Ghost 1. Target acquired. He needs a shave. Send the call.”
“Rodger Ghost 1, stand by.”
A few seconds passed before the scrambled call went through. Lt. Swietoslaw saw the man get up and walk to the window, before he shined a laser pointer at the man’s skull for a few seconds. When the call was completed, he packed his rifle up and left the room, 2 flights down from the roof, before hailing the same “taxi” that brought him there.

Here is the call.
“Hello. Do not speak. We can see you, and you look like you could use a shave. We understand that you work for Tony Garazoni, the defacto head of the Federation of Rastora, and that your organization is under attack. We offer you our help. You have half an hour to decide. I will call back.”
The line then went dead.

Tiberius turned to his men, and they had a small conference. He then turned back to Luigi.

"This place is not safe for a man in my position. My associate here, Laurentius Gildedhorn, can help you with any questions. Also, I am leaving him with two guards. I hope we do business."

Tiberius then seemingly dissapeared into the shadow of the docks.

OOC:

OOC: They do now. Or at least, as far as the world knows. The codes there were changed so they can't actually launch the missiles, but nobody needs to know that. Quite the setup, eh?

The Syndicate will never believe that the terrorist launched the missiles. They will hold it to the Aesonic government and they will try to retailate. You may convince the rest of the world. The Syndicate is a bit less trusting in other governments..


OOC: all right, I’ll consider getting involved, by my posting will be sporadic until next Monday afternoon. I’m taking an RP liberty here, but not too much.

That’s fine, I would prefer not to lose Big Boss Tony in my first Rp. He is after all my first major character and he gives my Syndicate a sort of personality that I would have a hard time to replace.

IC:

Tiberius turned to his men, and they had a small conference. He then turned back to Luigi.

"This place is not safe for a man in my position. My associate here, Laurentius Gildedhorn, can help you with any questions. Also, I am leaving him with two guards. I hope we do business."

Tiberius then seemingly disappeared into the shadow of the docks.

Luigi watched Tiberius disappear into the shadowy darkness of the docks. He then turns and said in a very accented voice to Laurentius, "We have to get back to base. You will be safer at our headquarters with the bosses. They will discuss business with you."

Luigi and his remaining men leave the warehouse and head toward their cars. Luigi takes the driver seat of the Lexus. One of the mobsters opens a door for Laurentius and his guards…

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The Deathshead Guerrillas are the definition of an elite unit. Using biodegradable boats and shell organizations, they have penetrated some of the most secure shorelines, and this country was no exception. Usually, they operated as a thousand-man battalion, but in this case, there were a scant 20 men, and all were trainees. Having survived the overly harsh training in the Restricted Islands, this was their final training mission: infiltration of Federation of Rastora and the execution of Tony “Big Boss” Garazoni by any means necessary. Preferably in a way so that the body was unrecoverable.

With that in mind, the 20 men “stormed the beaches” under the cover of darkness a month before. They already smuggled heavy weapons and armor into the country, security was a joke, and the shell company set up to handle it was a textbook example. Literally, they had a field manual on how to do it, and, like most of the Deathshead businesses, it was easy to set up, had almost no overhead, and was turning a tightly profit. It was a perfect shell, able to stand up to all but the most intense scrutiny: an import export setup with a small machine shop on the ground floor.

Fast forward: an attack had occurred and the Deathshead trainees, all with at least 15 years of field experience, had to move fast. Taking a sedan disguised as a taxi, two of the Deathshead drove passed a building that field recon revealed to be the headquarters building. The passenger, a 2nd Lieutenant named Tomasz Swietoslaw, wearing poor street clothes, took his Barret XM500 .50 caliber rifle, and took up a firing position with a view of what was assumed to be the Carlos Osburne. There was only one way to find out. He opened his case and loaded a 10 round magazine plus an additional single round directly into the chamber. He had 11 shots, and hoped he wouldn’t need it. He took his sunglasses off, hung them onto his shirt, and peered through the scope, before contacting the designated leader, 1st lieutenant Dragos Mikhailo over a scrambled cellphone.

“Hotel Base, this is Ghost 1. Target acquired. He needs a shave. Send the call.”
“Rodger Ghost 1, stand by.”
A few seconds passed before the scrambled call went through. Lt. Swietoslaw saw the man get up and walk to the window, before he shined a laser pointer at the man’s skull for a few seconds. When the call was completed, he packed his rifle up and left the room, 2 flights down from the roof, before hailing the same “taxi” that brought him there.

Here is the call.
“Hello. Do not speak. We can see you, and you look like you could use a shave. We understand that you work for Tony Garazoni, the defacto head of the Federation of Rastora, and that your organization is under attack. We offer you our help. You have half an hour to decide. I will call back.”
The line then went dead.

Carlos hung up and sighed and said, "How are all these people suddenly discovering our existence. I mean how did these guys know that Tony run's the Federation from behind the scenes?"

The firm founder and friend of the infamous mob boss began to rub his stumbling beard that the man on the line had mentioned. It worried him that they could see him. Carlos however felt if these guys were going to kill him they would have done so. They wanted to work for the boss. Carlos began typing on his computer. It was time to get some extra security around here…

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IC: "I can't believe it's this easy..." Whispered Marcus.

"Don't complain," replied Errik, gripping his AK-47. As shifts changed, they rushed into the installation. Guards had recently been diverted to the Undershi summit, and the replacements weren't supposed to arrive for another hour. The twenty men found that there was only a skeleton staff on duty. They were easily dispatched, and the base was put into lockdown.
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This is the Aesonic News Network. There are, as of yet unconfirmed reports that a group of Ehznoists, the radical sect responsible for an unknown number of terrorist attacks in the Homeland and throughout the world, have siezed control of a Mjolnir Control Base. Authorities refused to comment, but an inside source says that citizens may want to consider drawing up emergency plans for prolonged stays in bomb shelters. This is Jeff Lark, reporting live.



The news networks and the newspapers were starting to print out that the car chase and gunfights were not the work of some all powerful syndicate that ran organized crime within the country of Rastora.

They all reported these incidents was between a foreign group of terrorists and a special task force within the government assigned to hunt down and arrest international threats to the Federation and it's people.

There was also a rumor going around that the Syndicate had lost a few guys during the fight. The rumors also stated that they were having a big funeral for all their lost members at the old abandoned warehouse in docks in a hidden location. If someone had the ability to gather information from certain street punks they could learn that the warehouse was by pier number 9. The area was full of abandoned warehouses that were rumored to be controlled by the Garazoni family. It was a criminally hot area where they stored weapons and sold drugs to local druggies…..

OOC: Setting the bait, Lets see if the fish bite..

OOC: no problem, I don't expect all of the deathshead trainees to survive this training as I expect from veterans of the service. That being said...

IC: Lt. Dragos Mikhailo looked at his watch, counting down the seconds before exaclty half an hour was up. Within a second of the timer hitting zero, he hit the redial. The phone rang twice before being picked up.
"Do not speak. If you wish for our help, you will send a representative to the open field near pier 7 on the southside docks. You have 20 minutes. Send him alone." He hung up before an answer could be given.

OOC: Understandable, but (no offense) I think that one on one, I'm probably a match for you in regular warfare, and if this goes well I'll be putting a metaphorical nail in the mob's metaphorical shin, even without which, take a look at my law and order budget....

IC:
"Seriously, an abandoned warehouse? Why can't they just hold a funeral at, I don't know, a graveyard?" Asked Shadow-One.

"That's what the kid said," replied Shadow-Three, pulling his mask on. "Let's go."

Shadow-Two perched on a building, almost a mile away. There was no reason to take unnecessary chances here, and he had no idea how far the Rastoran's security would extend. And he did have a clear view of the warehouse, albeit through very high powered binoculars.

Now he just needed to wait for the guests to start arriving, to be absolutely sure he had the right warehouse.
OOC: Seriously, I considered blowing up a nearby warehouse, and then transmitting a message making it clear that it hadn't been a mistake, but I tried something similar with Griffencrest, and it didn't work out too well, so...

Actually, come to think of it, considering current GASN status, I don't really have any reason to attack you...

OOC: I apologize for this long delay. I could not log in to jolt as my nation. The Rantoran Syndicate is now the official spoke nation for my Syndicate. It will remain the Rastoran Syndicate in IC terms…


IC:




OOC: no problem, I don't expect all of the deathshead trainees to survive this training as I expect from veterans of the service. That being said...

IC: Lt. Dragos Mikhailo looked at his watch, counting down the seconds before exaclty half an hour was up. Within a second of the timer hitting zero, he hit the redial. The phone rang twice before being picked up.
"Do not speak. If you wish for our help, you will send a representative to the open field near pier 7 on the southside docks. You have 20 minutes. Send him alone." He hung up before an answer could be given.


Louie Vineralti a small time hood in the pay of the Lichencrest Family was ordered to meet the mysterious callers that had some how managed to find and get the attention of the Rastoran Syndicate. Louie was driving down from downtown Rantora City to the docks.

He was mostly a low-level lout used to ruff up the dregs and riffraff in the poorer sections of town. He drove an old pickup truck that he used to transport heavy equipment and sometimes weapon shipments to local safe houses. The drive was not to long and within the hour he reached the docks. Louie got out of his truck and looked around for the people he was suppose to meet.

He was armed with two pistols a 9mm and a revolver. He hid them both in his black windbreaker jacket. His face was hard and rough looking with some scars on his left cheek. He wore black torn gloves and had torn jean pants on. He had old and worn black tennis shoes. He also had a long black hair that was down to his shoulders. He was not clean shaven and had a large record with the local authorities.

Louie called out rather loudly, "Is anyone here? I am supposed to meet someone here?"

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OOC: Understandable, but (no offense) I think that one on one, I'm probably a match for you in regular warfare, and if this goes well I'll be putting a metaphorical nail in the mob's metaphorical shin, even without which, take a look at my law and order budget....

IC:
"Seriously, an abandoned warehouse? Why can't they just hold a funeral at, I don't know, a graveyard?" Asked Shadow-One.

"That's what the kid said," replied Shadow-Three, pulling his mask on. "Let's go."

Shadow-Two perched on a building, almost a mile away. There was no reason to take unnecessary chances here, and he had no idea how far the Rastoran's security would extend. And he did have a clear view of the warehouse, albeit through very high powered binoculars.

Now he just needed to wait for the guests to start arriving, to be absolutely sure he had the right warehouse.
OOC: Seriously, I considered blowing up a nearby warehouse, and then transmitting a message making it clear that it hadn't been a mistake, but I tried something similar with Griffencrest, and it didn't work out too well, so...

Actually, come to think of it, considering current GASN status, I don't really have any reason to attack you...



The warehouse was surprisingly active during this time of night. A long stream of muscle cars appeared and moved towards the warehouse near Pier 9. The mobsters were dressed in their most formal.

They wore black business suites and dressed like they were going to a funeral. They oddly enough did not bring their family members or and non-of the bosses seemed to show up.

The mobsters managed to sneak the coffins into the warehouse using their various connections. The caskets did not however contain bodies they were full of Shotguns, Uzi's, and lots of 9mm pistols with ammunition. The guests put their flowers onto the tables and had managed to make the place look more like a funeral home playing sad music.

They also stationed two guys per entrance four guys in total for the one in the front and back. The guest quickly gathered the weapons from the coffins and closed them afterwards. They then bow their heads and look like they are praying for the deceased and having a sermon. It was all a trap. The guests were holding their weapons ready to attack as soon as they heard the gunshots go off…


The Sweepers were all in position with tactical sniper rifles and thermal imaging goggles. These were really Rastoran Special Forces operatives in the pay of the Syndicate. They took positions on the roofs of various Warehouses around the block.

They even had radios comms to communicate with themselves to communicate the location of the enemy. They took their positions behind windows and railings trying to avoid sight.

They wore black stealth suits and had on body armor to protect themselves. Their combat training was intense and they had an air of professionalism about them as they loaded their weapons and continued to scan the area looking for their targets.