NationStates Jolt Archive

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“You have your objectives.”
“Yes. Payment?”
“Will be waiting for you in The Plaza of Heroes.”
“Then it will be done.”
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The man was by all accounts unremarkable. Despite being bald, he blended in perfectly with just about any crowd, being neither too short nor too tall, and his “name” for this particular mission was a Mr. Art Vanderlay. He had a slight build that belied his strength, and his quiet yet stern voice told no tales of his intent. He wore a fine black suit and a pair of high-end Oakley sunglasses, and his reinforced carbon fiber briefcase actually held somewhat official looking papers.
Passing through the metal detectors, he casually walked up to the desk in the lobby, where the cute brunette receptionist asked
“Welcome to the Capital Building, how may I help you today?”
“I’m here on an appointment with Mr. Randolf Cassela.” He said, handing over the supplied credentials.
“Oh yes Mr. Vanderlay, you can reach his office through the elevators to your left.”
“Thank you ma’am.” He coolly replied, before heading to an elevator. 15 floors down to the boiler room. He calmly and quickly pulled himself into the ventilation duct over his head. He silenty crawled for nearly half an hour before he got to the drop, strategically positioned directly next to a vent: a vial of sodium thiopental marked “c”, a vial of sodium thipental and potassium chloride marked “d,” a pair of syringes, and a silenced Fabrique Nationale FiveseveN, remote controlled wire cutters, and a detonator for the wire cutters. He stowed them and continued his silent trek. Five minutes later, the land lines entering and exiting the building were coated in high explosives. Twenty minutes passed before this quiet man would be directly above and slightly behind his first target: Joyce, the secretary to the Arch Arsonist.
With the utmost care, he pried open the vent cover, sliding it out of his way, and taking his syringe, he dropped. All the hapless secretary heard was a dull thud and a silent “woosh” of air before she slipped into a drug induced coma. He hit a button on his watch, and the cutters did their magic.
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Carpathia Ziemowit was by all accounts a competent leader. He had brought his country out of the desolation through a successful revolution, and created a government that had withstood the tests of time; rebellions had been put down, invasions had been squelched, dissidence had been snuffed, and the nation weathered the shifting political sands as his executive branch limited and raised its power as the times demanded. When Carpathia spoke, people listened.

However, all was not well for the Arch Arsonist. Years of alcoholism had taken its toll, and many of his organs were at the state of someone thrice his age. Some ministers and generals were clamoring for more power, and the Republican Senate was no help either, and as usual the populace was acting like their schizophrenic selves, despite unemployment taking a nosedive and the recession that had plagued the country finally ending.

The Arch Arsonist picked the glass of single malt up and swirled it around, before downing the last quarter inch. He put the glass down on top of a stack of briefing papers, before drawing the blinds to his office. The soft light cascaded through the 25 layers of ballistics glass and the heavy blinds that separated him from a potential sniper or well placed mortar shell.

He pushed his intercom to his secretary.
“Joyce, I’m out of Scotch. Can you get me another bottle?”
Silence.
“Joyce?”
Again, silence was all he heard.
“That’s odd.” he thought, before picking up one of his land lines. Not even a dial tone. He cautiously walked to the wrought iron entrance into his office, and looked through the peephole. Joyce was no where to be seen.
He stumbled to one of the many weapon racks in his office before picking up one of his favorite stockless SPAS 15 shotguns. Using it as if it were a cane, he hobbled to the heavy steel security door, and opened it. Stepping out, he saw a slight movement to his immediate right, and brought his shotgun up to bear before the thin needle pierced his jugular.
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The target froze as a syringe of pushed.
“So… Mr. Sergi I presume.” Gasped the Arch Arsonist.
“Indeed Ziemowit. See you on the other side.”
“Indeed” spoke the Arch Arsonist without fear. “Indeed.”
The Arch Arsonist, the most feared and respected man in Mer des Ennuis, collapsed, eyes wide open, watching his killer pull himself into the vent, and disappear, before he slipped into the black void.

The head of the Senate of Mer des Ennuis, a stout man by the name of Wlodek Mieczyslaw, held power second only to the Arch Arsonist himself, though he did more to shape the feelings of the nation. The Arch Arsonist, whose word was law, could push any policy he wanted through, but was often to busy to command the day-to-day workings of the nation. A member of the old guard, Mieczyslaw was a devout supporter of the Arch Arsonist, and was able to mobilize the populace of Mer des Ennuis. He had a tough task ahead of him: inform the world that the supreme leader of Mer des Ennuis, Carpathia Ziemowit, was dead.
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“He will be on the balcony?”
“Yes, we have confirmation on it. We have picked an ideal firing location for you. Instructions are in the dead drop.”
“Aye.”
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Hours later, Wlodek Mieczyslaw, stepped out on the Capital Balcony before a crowd some 150,000 strong. Nearly every Ennusian was transfixed on the image of a man who stood for all the law, order, and national pride of the massive nation. None noticed the woman aiming an IR spotter on the balcony.

Mieczyslaw, wearing his finest black suit, began to speak.
“My fellow Ennusians, it is my deepest regret to announce the death of our beloved Arch Arsonist, Carpathia Ziemowit. He was a great man, and will be missed by all. It is furthermore my duty to report that, by law and by custom, that the nation will fall into chaos and anarchy out of respect for the office itself, and for the memory of this great man. Martial law will begin with the commencement of this address.” While he stopped to take a drink of water, the man called “Archer” readied a modified Star streak missile system 4 kilometers away.

“Archer ready to fire.”
“Rodger that Archer, prepare to fire on my command.”
“Rodger”

Mieczyslaw continued, not knowing that security personnel were frantically trying to identify the source of a new scrambled transmission.
“The Arch Arsonist was a good man who always sought what was best for the nation. Knowing that I was next in line, he insisted that his favorite bit of poetry be read. He had grown depressed towards his last months that our nation was hopelessly going the way of the Romans. Let this message from him act as a call to change.” He paused for effect. “Between the desire and the spasm, between the potency and the existence, between the essence and the descent falls the shadow, for Thine is the Kingdom. For thine is, life is, for thine is the.” Again, he paused. “This is the way the world ends.”
“Archer, fire.”
“This is the way the world ends”
“Rodger, firing!”
“This is the way the world ends”
The missile streaked across the sky, separating into three sub munitions guided by the IR spotter on the ground.
“Not with a bang…” Mieczyslaw saw the rockets arching over the crowd towards him. He laughed inside, realizing the bitter irony of his own demise. “but a whimper.”
And all was fire.

Mer des Ennuis's only form of order was that to be imposed by combined military and police forces. The Secret Police, the Directorate General of Security (DGS) was standing down except to track down the assassin teams. The senate would convene for an emergency meeting in two days time.

Morning bump

The sun rose on a bleak nation, and a haze hung over the capital. A state funeral was being prepared for the Ziemowit and Senator Mieczyslaw. Martial law ruled the millions-strong cities and the countless towns and suburbs that dotted the vast landscape. The capital was under the tightest lockdown, and General of the Armies Kaspyr Wojtek, General of the Homeguard Adam Wincenty who currently held executive power, and Director of the DGS Ondrej Mikolás were in a closed meeting. The completely enclosed room itself, swept daily, was soundproofed, and put most executive panic rooms to shame.
“Gentlemen, what do you have for me?” asked the graying Wojtek.
“Yes General.” The reply came from his Homeguard equivalent. “The cities are largely peaceful, and fewer arrests and detainments than normal are coming in. Local police and sheriff’s departments are maintaining order. The Senate should be able to convene with security.”
“And you director?”
“Well General, as you are aware, the declaration of martial law greatly extends my investigative power, and I fully intend to make use of it.”
“Do you have any leads as to who or what may have killed Carpathia?”
“No, we do not have any information as of yet. We have successfully located the starstreak used against Mieczyslaw, but we have found on information as to who or how an assassin entered into Ziemowit’s office.”
“This is troubling director. General, Director, I expect that you will make the most productive use of the time you have during this period of martial law to find whoever did this.”
“As you say general.”
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Mer de Noms – The Republican Senate met for an emergency session today, the first time since the attacks that all but wiped out the supreme leadership of the Armed Republic of Mer des Ennuis. The first measure, recognizing the birthday of Carpathia Ziemowit, April 14, as a federal holiday, passed unanimously and was pushed forward by representatives of the southern districts of Ville de la Vie.
The second measure, resolution 156b, condemned the attacks against the government but called for an end to Homeguard imposed martial law. General of the Homeguard Adam Wincenty rebutted calls for an end to military rule, arguing that the nation, especially the capital, were not fully secured, no suspects had been apprehended for interrogation, and that additional powers granted to law enforcement officials were necessary for the indefinite time being. By law imposed by Carpathia Ziemowit shortly after taking office, the Senate will deliberate for a week before electing an intern Leader, who will in turn decide the method of succession for the title of Arch Arsonist.
The state funerals for the Arch Arsonist and Senator Mieczyslaw will be held a week from today. Other nations have been invited to attend the ceremony, and attendance is expected to be in the thousands.

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