NationStates Jolt Archive

Mr. Davis had recently forcefully 'inherited' control of the Kologkian crime syndicate, known under the oddest of names. Most of his day was spent enjoying the various fruits of his labors. However, every so often, he had to attend to business.

The man before him showed no fear on his face. What was left of it anyways. It was badly bruised all over, and his nose had been broken enough to resemble a Picasso painting. But his eyes, though blackened, were defiant. That would have to be fixed.

"I take it Mr. Anderson, that you still do not understand the severity of your transgression."

The man spit, salivia mixing with blood. The offensive projectile landed a few inches away from Mr. Davis's shoe. Mr. Davis sighed.

"Things were so much simpler before the Transylvanians came. No would be hero cops for example. I wonder though, if Pennsylvania was founded by William Penn, perhaps Transylvania was founded by Transvestites?"

"Your arm doesn't reach back to Transylvania," croaked Mr. Anderson. "They'll come for you."

Mr. Davis sighed again, drawing a pistol. However, he didn't shoot Mr. Anderson. Instead he whistled, and a woman was dragged in. Mr. Anderson's eyes went wide with alarm. "No, don't!"

"Beg me," said Mr. Davis.

"Please!"

"Thank you," said Mr. Davis, and shot him. "Does no one any good for you to die as a hero." He turned to the woman. "No witnesses, my dear. I'm sorry, but it was necessary."

The woman was still staring aghast at the sight of her dead husband as she was dragged from the room.
***
"The bodies of Mr. and Mrs Anderson were found today, brutally murdered. Mr. Anderson was a police officer in the new Commonwealth Law Enforcement Agency, who had recently made a major arrest in the Kologkian Mafia case. Police were not forthcoming with details. Now, on to the weather."

OOC: Just kidding about the Transvestites thing. Just something that randomly came to mind the other day.

Keith Grove, the man that watched over the Kologkian Lord Governor as he did what was good for the Kologkian, flipped his TV off after hearing news of a police officer of the Commonwealth Law Enforcement Agency was brutally murdered. He sat down his remote and got out of his chair.

Keith as a young man, twenty-seven years old, was a former soldier that knows how to do thing and do them well at the same time. He always wore a nice suit to work as the Lord Governor’s Minister of State. His blonde hair was always short and done in a spike style. His baby-face was shaven, his light green eyes always showing a sign of happiness.

The Minister of State picked up a phone up from the desk. He did not dial the Kologkian Lord Governor’s number, no he call somebody from the Dominion. He called Lord Bennet du Paris, the Secretary of Diplomacy of the Dominion.

“Hello, Sir.” said Keith. “The Kologkian Mafia has murdered a Commonwealth Law Enforcement officer and the man’s wife, too. The reason I say the Kologkian Mafia did it was that the police officer recently made a major arrest of a Mafia member. What do I do, Lord?”

Lord Paris, also known as Boss Paris, controls the Noble Dragon Mafia of the Dominion. So he knows what the Mafia does and will do. He knew this would be the first of many police officers murdered. But unlike the Kologkian Mafia’s boss, Lord Paris did not need to murder cops because he is close buddies with the Secretary of Law and Order, Prince Edward, and almost every police chief in the Dominion.

“Use your power to get the names of everyone of those mafia’s members. I want names, so I can handle it. Good luck.” said Lord Paris as he hung up the phone.

Keith hung up his phone and heads off to take a shower. He would go to work tomorrow and get those names.

Mr. Davis was trying to relax. It wasn't easy, despite his massusse's best efforts. No fault to the woman, of course. She was a professional. In more ways than one.

No, the reason he couldn't relax was because of the constant interruptions. First an aide telling him that officer Anderson had already been found, and now this.

He made a mental note to punish the aide for her interruptions, and then reconsidered. Finally he decided to. It would help to keep the underlords in fear, never certain whom he would strike at next. And besides, she was a pretty thing, and one of them would enjoy the punishment at least.

He tuned in to what she was saying. Someone was snooping around. They were good, no doubt, but a large sector of the police were corrupt, and anybody asking about the Mafia eventually had to run the risk of asking a Mafia informant.

What was worrying was who was asking. Men rumored to report to none other than the Dominion liasion to Kologk. That was bad. Or was it? Perhaps this could be used to his advantage.

"Leak the names of the Geordis." He ordered. The Geordis were an old crime family, stretching back to the pre civil war days, and the only real threat to the Mafia's control over Kologkian crime. If the Dominion could be turned against them.

The aide nodded and turned to leave. Mr. Davis climbed to his feet and stopped her. "Not you." He gestured to the massusse, who, understanding Mr. Davis's moods, produced a pair of handcuffs and a gag. Before the aide could protest, she was bound and gagged. The massusse left to carry out Davis's orders, as he turned to the aide.
***
"The body of an unidentified woman was found earlier today, badly beaten, and possibly raped. It was then dumped in the sea, where it was only found by recreational scuba divers by accident. Police refused to comment on if this has any connection to the ongoing Mafia investigation."

The next day, Keith got a list of names after he asked only once. He thought that was too fast unless the person thought the Dominion would come down on them with hellfire and brimstone. He did not care about it as he had a list of the Geordis in his two hands.

He moved to his office, walking through his door with two tall black suit wearing men watched on from each side of the door. Behind men were armed with hidden weapons. Keith took his seat and placed the list on his desk.

He turned on his computer and waited for it to warm up. After it was fully on, he wrote a message to Lord Paris. With the list of names and something about it was way to easy for him to get the names.

The next day, there was an incident at a very posh hotel. It had been run by the previous leader of the Kologkian Mafia, and had been stayed in by emperors and presidents, from various nations who wished his favor. Those days were long over, after the Duke (as he had been calling himself for a short time before the coming of the Dominion) had died in The Transistion.

But, the hotel still catered to the very wealthy, and very powerful. So it was, that the five most powerful men in the Kologkian Mafia (and by extension, some of the most powerful men in Kologk) excluding Mr. Davis, ate on the rooftop cafe. The cafe was covered by a bullet proof glass dome. They were joined by a sixth man.

He was, quite possibly, the most poweful man in Kologk, with the possible exception of some of the Dominionites. But his power was of a completely different sort than these wheelers and dealers.

The man was dressed in a large trenchcoat, and wore a hat low down over his face, leaving most of his face in shadow.
***
"Five of the wealthiest and most influential names in Kologk were killed today, in what autopsies reveal as spontaneous human combustion. The police coroner reported that Henry Johnson, Mark Markson, Elliot Du Bas, Harold Rian, and John Smith literally burned up from the inside. The only shred of evidence that this might be something other than a freak accident is one word burned into the table where they ate. That word is Azrael."

Paris Park, deep within the southern Dominion command base in Kologk, a place that you have to be Dominion military to get into.Keith was wearing a blue jogging suit with a pair of sunglasses. Keith was jogging beside a brown hair man in a green jogging suit. They were both talking about the deaths that happened the last few days.

“I don’t like this, Keith.” said the one in the green suit, Keith’s link to the Dominion military in Kologk.

“You’re not the only one, Major.” said Keith as he jogged. “Are the men ready?” He was talking about shadow ops soldiers that have been watching the head of the Geordis.

“Yes, they are. They have watch the guards and other people in the area, so they can strike the outside without worrying about anything.” said the Major. “The inside will be hard because nobody has gone in the building. When we have the head boss, we will take him to the tower in that city.”

The tower the Major is talking about it the stone medieval tower that was built in every city after the Dominion had took over. They were dark stone on the outside, but the inside was like a modern building with A/C and etc. The whole tower sat on one acre which was part of a five acre lot. The tower rose over hundred feet into the sky. A twelve foot tall iron fence around the land, patrolled by Dominionite soldiers.

“Very well.” said Keith.

The Geordis had heard about someone asking for names. But the names they had heard about being asked for were those of the Mafia. Not the Geordis. So they weren't expecting any crackdown.

Still, the Geordi mansion, it was well known, did not encourage loiterers. So when an unusually large amount of men stayed near it for an extended period of time, it did not go unnoticed. Silvio Geordi was not a rash man. He didn't order his small army of private goons to disperse the loiterers. He did, however, order his large main doors barred, and guards posted at all the minor doors.

And then Silvio Geordi, one of the most powerful men in the city, disappeared. More than fifty years of the city changing hands had led to a complex and convoluted system of sewers, bunkers, and hidey holes under the streets. Silvio had spent the last three years mapping a large amount of them. He had caches of weapons and food throughout, and several reasonably comfortable bunkers. If nothing came of this, he could simply reemerge and go about his business.

If something did...

2400 hours, the Geordi mansion, it was time for the shadow ops soldiers to act. Geordi’s men maybe spotted a large group of people around the mansion, but did they stop them? If they do the time, they would have found out that these large groups were from near by cities. All told to come and check out the mansion. All told by some person in their cities.

The shadow ops soldiers used this time to scout the mansion and the ground. Some were seen by Geordi’s men, but most of the scouts were hidden from their eyes. This was their job, to only be seen when you want to be seen. The attack would be done by two team of six soldiers. All members of the 16th Shadow Foxes, ready to get the mission done. They were told the man, Silvio Geordi, was a major threat to the Dominionites and their control over this land.

The Geordi mansion, which sat on the edge of the city, was going to be hard to assault by the twelve members. But that is what they’re were trained to do, to do the impossible things. They would have to cover a lot of land on the east and west to get to the mansion. The gate would be hit front, followed by snipers hitting the guards on the roof and sides of the mansion. At the same time, more Dominionite soldiers of the 6th Soul Tigers would move into the sewers near the mansion. That mission was ordered, for the fact that this city had complex and convoluted system of sewers and form the plans, it looked like there was opening linked to the mansion.

“Go, go, go!” came through the radio to the attack units.

The guards at the gate had their head aimed at by two members of the 16th Shadow Foxes with silenced Model 100 SMGs, hidden within the shadows on the other side of the street. The silenced pops of the two guns was the only thing that was hear in the air as the two guards feel to the ground.

The same time, four snipers about six hundred yard away, two on each side, locked onto the roof guards and guards on the side of the mansion with their silenced Panzer Spider sniper rifles. One by one, they fired at the heads of their targets. It was only like flies on crap. They had enough rounds to take out the guards and cover the six man team as they travel up the first drive.

The six man unit of Shadow Foxes, in the front, moved out of the shadows in sets of Transylvanian body armor in dim gray and stale gray. All armed with a silenced Model 100 SMGs, a Predator III heavy pistol, a Fox Tanto, and four grenades. Two of them had Sturmwolf rocket launchers on their backs. Another one had a Desert Sigma shotgun over his shoulder. One moved ran up to the gate and rigged it with C4 at the hinges.

He ran back as setting them, back to his team as the timer clicked down. Five, four, three, two, one…boom. The large gate feel to its back, as the team moved across and onto the driveway. The lead two Shadow Foxes fired at any guard that escaped the sniper fired.

At the same time as the mansion attack, the sewer raid was under way. One by one, soldiers in the dark gray and dark blue sets of Transylvanian body armor jumped through man holes, which were blocks away from the mansion, with DR-83 tactical rifles in their hands. They would divide into four man fire teams and search the sewer, each had infrared on in their helmets.

Back at the surface, the two Sturmwolves roared to life as the soldiers launched them at the front door. The two rockets flew towards the massive door as the rest of the team moved towards the mansion. Damn, what has been started in this city?

Two guards, immediately in front of the heavy double doors, were blown apart by the force of the explosion, and the heavy wooden shrapnel it produced. The others knelt, and raised their weapons. But an elderly butler stepped in front of them, his hand raised.

"What is the meaning of this outrage?" He demanded of the Transylvanian forces. Meanwhile, throughout the building, doors were being barred and placed under heavy guard. There was little doubt that the Dominon could bring enough power to break the Geordi syndicate, now that they apparentally knew where they were, but it would be costly. And every instant would buy Silvio time to escape.

Or so they thought...
***
Silvio, meanwhile, had retreated to the first of his hideyholes. It had two entrances, but only one was on any blueprints, and only that one was readily accesible for anyone who hadn't spent years learning the layout of the sewers. The other was a bolthole Silvio had created, lest someone breach the formidible defences of the main entrance.

Namely, several pillboxes, manned by some of Silvio's most loyal soldiers, with a clear view down a coridor, which was meticulously empty of anything that could be used as cover, and had just had about a hundred yards or barbed wire strung through it. Even should someone breach that killing field, there were several anti-personnel mines down the next coridoor to reach Silvio, and finally an improvised gas chamber.

Silvio had ordered the barbed wire spread and the mines activated as soon as he heard shooting start above. Now he was prepared to make a stand. Not his last, by any means. By the time the soldiers reached this room, he would by long gone. But still... a stand.

The poor elderly butler would not like the answer he would receive, a bullet between his eyes. All is fair in love and war. What? All is fair in war. That’s better. The six Shadow Foxes moved up the front stairs and divided to each side of the massive hole that was the door. They stayed low and out of the way of the syndicate soldiers.

“Cut power on my mark.” said one of them as he rose his right hand. That move told the two closest to the door to get the incendiary grenades ready. As another held a remote in his hand with a red button on it.

“MARK!” The button was pushed and a large boom was hear under the road, knocking the lights out in the mansion and most of the block. The two grenades went flying into the front room…

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The first four man fire team of the 6th Soul Tigers have neared what was the entrance to a tunnel under the mansion. The team were moving fast towards the mansion, but had mark the path they traveled.

A total of six four man fire teams were searching the sewers, so Silvio’s hidey holes will be found one way or another.

The entrance of a corridor was were the first team was at, two on each side, hiding on each side before walking down the corridor and into hidden enemies. These boys were not dumb, they were trained fighting machines.

One of them, armed with a Burning Fox pistol that had a small camera on it, slowly moved the pistol around the side to look down the corridor. The camera was linked to the HUD of the soldier’s helmet.

“Like I thought. Mines, pillboxes, and barbed wires.” said the soldier. “We are heading the right way.”

He putted the pistol back and holstered. He looked at the soldier with the Sturmwolf rocket launcher on his back.

“On three, I will give cover fire down that corridor and you use your Sturmwolf.” he ordered.

The soldier got the Sturmwolf ready and waited for his commander to get to three.

“1!”

“2!”

“3!”

The commander moved to his knee and fired his DR-83 tactical rifle down the corridor. The Sturmwolf soldier popped up behind his commander and fired the rocket launcher. The rocket shot down the corridor as the two soldiers moved back to the sides of the entrance.

“Holy shit!”

The two grenades did their job well, clearing the front room. However, they also gave the man in the next room no reason to worry about hitting his comrades. A military grade machine gun tore easily through what was left of the door to the next room, sweeping back and forth in a cleansing motion. What's more, the door was funneled to only allow one man to pass though at a time, while allowing three men to defend it.
***
Meanwhile, in the sewers, the rocket had caused a truly spectacular explosion. It was quickly joined by the merry pop-pop-popping of the ammunition. Unfortunately, there only being one rocket, only one pillbox had been destroyed. The other opened fire with a steady stream of bullets at the entry to the sewer, where the men would again have to come if they were to reach Mr. Geordi.

Good thing the assault team of Shadow Foxes did not go into the room after throwing the grenades. As the bullets ripped through the wooden door in one of rooms that linked to the foyer, the assault team planned their next move. Which would be a ran and gun through the foyer, or have the Sturmwolf soldiers launch another attack.

The rockets sound like a better and fun idea, and the Dominionites did not give a rat’s ass about how much damage is done. They listened and watched as the shooter moved the machine gun across the foyer, his pattern was being timed and learned by the assault team.

As the bullets moved to the other side, the soldiers acted and fired at the direction of the shooter. Then shot back to cover as fast as they could.

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Meanwhile, in the sewers, the rounds impacted with the wall across from entrance of the corridor. Two flash grenades were be prepared and thrown down the corridor without a sight of the soldiers. The soldiers backed hand it down and listened to them bounce on the ground. It was a long corridor, so the flash bangs will blind a lot of the enemy goons.

Boom! Blinding lighted filled the area as the Sturmwolf soldier prepared another rocket. One more rockets was left after he fired. As soon as the sound of gunfire ended, he would act and launch another rocket down the corridor.

Hearing the second explosion, Silvio ducked down his tunnel, leaving his foot soldiers to hold of the Dominionites as long as possible. Down the tunnel he went, emerging in his next hidey-hole. He was surpised, shocked in fact, at what he saw.

The guard who was to have met him lay on the floor. All over the floor, in fact. Standing over him was a huge, very pale man. He turned around as Silvio emerged from the tunnel, and Silvio saw that he was holding an axe.

"These our tunnels!" He shouted, swinging the axe at Silvio. Silvio was in good shape for a man of his age. He ducked under the vicious blow, and the axe shattered a priceless painting. The man raised his axe again, and again Silvio rolled out of the way, but this time the handle came down on his shoulder.

Silvio could have sworn he heard bone crack, and his arm went numb. He slowly reached for his holster with the other hand as the man raised the axe again. Silvio got off a shot, but the axe glanced off of his head as the man dropped it. Silvio fell to the ground. "These our sewers," muttered the man again, picking up the axe and leaving.

The surface, the font door, the storm of the mansion…the six assault team members of the Shadow Foxes moved through the front door, their silenced Model 100 SMGs at the ready as they moved into the building. The rockets did their job, the shooter’s room was a mess of fire and blood everywhere.

The commander gave the hold sign to the rest of the team. They all down to a knee and looked around with their night vision. They all searched for targets and found none.

The commander gave the move sign to two of the soldiers, one had the Desert Sigma shotgun over his shoulder. They slowly moved to the nearest door, the rest of the team out of the way of any mad gunners in the room. The one with the shotgun aimed at the hinges of the door and fired two fast shots. The other put two well placed shots with his Predator III heavy pistol at the door handle.

The door fell outwards as both soldiers entered the room with their weapons at ready. The eyes scanned front, shot after shot filled the room until it was quiet again. The two soldiers walked out, reloading their weapons.

“Next room.”

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The rocket flew down the corridor and impacted another pillbox. The enemy goons in the corridor were blinded because they was no gun fire. But there was still the mines and barbed wire the commander saw early.

He dropped around the corner, hugging the wall, his DR-83 tactical rifle at the ready. He fired two shot at the center mine, creating a domino effect with the rest as the one mine exploded. The walls shook as the mines went off, creating a fireball within the corridor.

As few seconds later, the corridor was nothing was battlefield of rubble and bodies. The four man team moved into the corridor, the two lead soldiers had their rifles pointed down the corridor. Firing at anything that moved as the other two guarded the rear.