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Global News Network GNN

Good evening, I'm John Terold with GNN. Our top story tonight is the on going civil war in South Africa. For a month now, General Tarik's regime have been engaged in a brutal campaign to control the shattered nation. The UN is slow in deploying troops which are still building up. The United States thus far has committed only several hundred marines. Pressure is mounting on the US however the Secretary of Defense was quoted as saying "The United States military though still potent is occupied in several other missions around the globe. Troops are being pulled from various other theatres which will take time."

The rest of the UN force is comprised of British, Italian, Australian, Jordanian, and several African military units. General Tarik however in a press conference demonstrated that he was not afraid of the mouting pressure and economic embargoes.
"The Imperialist west is trying to subjucate the people of South Africa and enslave them once more. They wish to plunder our lands, rape our women, and control our diamond mines..." That is an excerpt from his speech today. Whites and Blacks in South Africa are drifting farther apart as old wounds reopen. Many blacks are rallying around General Tarik who promises an African South Africa. However, the black population is split on this issue. The whites on the other hand oppose his regime and rival factions in the public and military are fighting for control. Foreign nationals are being evacuated from several important cities. So far, the situation is deteriorating with great speed.

Red Wolf Industries Headquarters, New York

Executive Director James Stillwater inoffice. He sighed and poured a brandy and shot it down. The South African problem became his problem when rebel forces began to clash with government troops in Johannensberg, the largest city in the nation. This theatre reaped great rewards for the company he built with his bare hands. Red Wolf is a military contractor, supplying services to several national armies and many other clients. They perform basic security to training for military units all the way to special missions. Red Wolf has several contracts with America and recently, South Africa. There are several contracts with both General Tarik and rival factions. So far it brought great success to his company. However, one of their bigger branch offices are in Johannensberg and several important directors, clients, and several mercenaries are trappped in the city. He was on the phone and in meetings all day on what to do. He called several embassies, departments, ministries, but no help.
"Mr.Stillwater, Mr.Jacobs is here to see you" his young female assistant said as she poled her head through the door.
"Please, send him in" Stillwater replied, quickly putting the glass and brandy away.
"James, it's good to see you" Mr.Jacobs said as he walked in, shook his hand and sat down.
"William, what brings you here?"
"You know why. We have to do something about this now." William replied in turn.
"I've been trying everything but no luck. You're head of the contracting department, you have anything?" James asked as he leaned back in his chair.
"Well, we have" William began to say "Seeing how no other agencies will help, we can send in our own employees to get the clients and important people out of the city. While they're there they could perform other services so that we can make some money out of it."
"That's a good idea, William" James said as he took off his glasses. "Contact some of our mercenaries, suggest a bonus for this job."

Somewhere in Macedonia

The gun range cracked with pistol fire. Macedonian special policemen stood at the line, firing their pistols into targets about twenty five yards away. It was a cloudy and cool day as they continued to train.
"Control your breathing! Breath out and squeeze the trigger!" A man shouted, with a German accent. A policeman encountered a jam in his weapon and raised his non-firing hand. The German walked over and cleared the jam. After a few more seconds the buzzer rang. The policemen stopped firing.
"Release your mags" he waited for them to comply "If your safety is one and hammer forward, holster!" The policemen holstered their sidearms. They walked down the range to gather their targets and boast about their improving skills.
"Gunther, you got a call" A fellow Red Wolf told him.
"Alright, thanks" he replied and lit a cigarette and walked into the building. It was plain with boxes scattered and an old phone.
"Hello...ja...South Africa?...ja...The payment?...I'll be there" and he hanged up. Working for Red Wolf was quite an experience for Gunther Falherst. It's been six months since he's been out on a field assignment. Now he had a chance to do what he loves best.

Bump

Large Snow Flakes fell from the sky drifting towards the ground, it was the first heavy snow of the winter and Colin Ross finally returned home to his mothers house in Canada for Christmas. The fire place was a blaze and the mood peaceful in the room as he stood at the window watching the driveway turn white with a light blanket of snow...

This was the first time Colin had time to be home in over 3 1/2 years, work kept him busy ever sence they let him out of prison two years ago. The company he worked for, 'Red Wolf', always had somthing they needed done usually for a large sum of money, Colin had been with this organization for 1 1/2 years now and always did his best while on the job and came highly recommended in his line of work.

He turned around from the window to see his family all through the house, everyone except his father who died during a mission when Colin was 9, the kind that would not be on any records.

Suddenly he thought he felt his cellphone ringing attached to his belt, quickly he took it off and held it to his ear..

Damn it.. He thought...

"Hello?"

Patrick Ryan looked out looked toward the green forest. Everything was going up so fast. He looked up toward the blue sky, then toward the dark green pine forest. Patrick was in Mi-8 coming back from a Red Wolf training camp in Siberia. Two other people were on the helicopter beside himself. They were both long time members of Red Wolf. He had been asked to join a few month, after he got out of college. With the money they offered how could he say no. So since then he had been out in Siberia training. He put on a black toque and looked out the window again. Patrick sat back and went to sleep. Once he woke up they were in Moscow. Then his cell phone rang. He had just gotten back when he left the training camp. Patrick wondered how it could be. He yawned, then answered the phone.

An hour later Patrick was walking onto a plane.

Bioko Island, Equatorial Guinea
The large armored car pulled up through the rainforest, its machine gun blazing. Mehmet sat behind cover with two other men, both from the Equatorial Military. Bark was exploding everywhere with other Equatorial soldiers running in fear backwards towards their base. "Cowards..." Mehmet mumbled. "Load me." he said bluntly to one of the soldiers next to him who loaded the RPG-29 with an HE shell. "Whats the range?" he said.
"130m." the man replied.
"Firing." he said as he squeezed the trigger and watched the 17-finned rocket sail through the jungle. A few rebels dove out of the way as the rocket hit the armored car. There was a pause, then the car was blown to pieces as the HE charge ignited. Fire erupted from the hole the rocket came through. A radio came to life on Mehmet's Combat vest.
"Mehmet do you read, over?"
"Yes, what is the problem?"
"We are picking you up now. Head to base and boards the Mi-24 waiting for you there."
"Wilco." Mehmet replied. He ran back to the base with the two soldiers and gunned down a rebel with his G36K on the way.
He boarded the HELO and took off and headed towards Bioko City where a jet would take him to South Africa. He would be the first one into the fight, he was told on the way.
"Just another day on the job..." he said.

"Go! Go! Go!" The C4 charge on the door detonated, sending the heavy steel door flying into the room. Flashbangs followed, which stunned the terrorists inside, and then Timothy Everhart entered. A quick three-round burst from his UMP sent one terrorist's brains splattered on the wall, while his partner, armed with a Striker-12, pumped two shotgun rounds into another terrorist's chest. "Over there!" the partner cried out, as a 7.62 mm round smashed through the window and embedded itself in the drywall. Timothy (Tim to his friends) lined up the red-dot scope on his UMP and fired off another burst, sending the terrorist's blood and brains flying.

Another three tangoes dead, another kilo of cocaine confiscated, and another $100,000 in the bank. This was a great job.

Three hours later, Tim was on the plane to South Africa, his UMP and MSG-90 in brushed aluminum cases under his seat. Tools of the trade.

Limpopo, South Africa
20 miles outside the city of Mookgopong
1:25 P.M.

Ontibile and his men were hidden in the trees of the soon to be battlefield on the street into the city of Mookgopong. They were watching as brigade of soldiers loyal to General Tarik were marching down the road. The brigad consisted of at least 200 men and 2 tanks. But Ontibile was not going to let them in. "ATTACK!!!" 124 men attacked the army from the forest. Ontibile fired the soldiers with his BXP and killed at least three. Ontibile and his men were doing well attacking the army until one of the tanks turned and blasted at them. There was no telling how many men were lost, but it would be known latter. There was only one way to even the scales. "Kagiso! Fire now!" The soldier known as Kagiso fired a rocket launcher at one of the tanks. It was destroyed and limited the brigade's tank to the only other one it had. "Good work Kagiso, quick go take out that other tank!"
"Yes sir, I'm on it!" Ontibile and his men continued to attack the brigade.........

3 hours after the attack

"And let it be known that today, we have taken another step to our dream of an independent Limpopo!"
"YEEEEAH!" The soldiers cheered at the meeting hall. Ontibile had given a speech of how he and his men had repelled the South African army from entering Limpopo. After the speech, the soldiers began to eat the extra meal that Ontibile had rewarded them with for the battle. They deserved it after such a harsh battle and with the loss of 32 soldiers.
Onitbile's messanger Lungile came to him and said, "Sir, I have received a message from Red Wolf that may interest you."
Ontibile knew that it was important. He had a great deal of his support from Red Wolf and wanted to make sure that they stayed in good relations. He asked Lungile, "Is that so? What is it?" Lungile gave Ontibile a letter and Ontibile read over it. This was something Ontibile would be willing to work on. "Lungile, go tell General Tshepiso that I want him to stay and lead here in my absence. I will be leaving for Johannesburg to help Red Wolf's clients."
Lungile asked, "Will you be taking any men with you sir?"
Ontibile answered, "Indeed, but the number must be small. This is a rescue mission and we cannot draw attention to South African loyalists."
Lungulie told him, "Understood. Take care sir."
Ontibile grinned and answered, "I will when that day comes." He went over to Kagiso and three other soldiers. He told them, "Kagiso, I need you and you three to meet me outside."
Kagiso nodded and said, "Understood sir." while the rest got up and followed him outside.
Ontibile told them, "Listen, you four are to accompany me to Johannesburg. The Red Wolf Corporation has sent word that important clients in the city are trapped. We will be going in and helping them get out."
One soldier claimed, "In Johannesburg sir? That sounds like a suicide mission."
Ontibile assured, "It might as well be, but we've had worse. We will sneak into the city and search for the clients. Once they have been found, we all must get out by whatever means neccessary. Do I make myself clear?"
All four of the soldiers answered, "Yes sir."
Ontibile left after concluding, "Good. Prepare to leave tommorow at 0600 hours. Dismissed."
They all left each other and went to prepare for the day ahead.....

OOC: Good start?

Red Wolf Industries

William Jacobs sat in his office, the mercenaries were contacted yesterday. The best of them are on their way. It was going to be a short-term financial loss to pull them out but it had to be done.
"We should make ends meet when we pay the mercs for their service and when the clients pay us." William commented.
"What about the other problem?" a man said as he looked at his ring.
"There will be no problem. All of this will be resolved soon enough, just have patience" William replied as he stood up and walked around.
"Does Stillwater know?"
"No, no one knows" William shot back.
"We can't afford for a any of it to leak out. It would compromise everything"
"You worry too much. They don't know a thing" The phone rang "Excuse me, some of the mercs are beginning to arrive. I have to brief them"

Later that day...

Gunther walked into the lobby of the massive state-of-the-art building.
"Mr.Falherst? Mr.Jacobs is ready to see you, just follow me" Hollie, the receptionist said with a smile. She stood up and began to walk at a fast pace across the lobby and through a door. Gunther followed, admiring ther view of her behind. His face was rough from not shaving for several weeks, though he didn't care what others thought. He scratched his face as they entered the conference room. Hollie quickly disappeared.
"Mr.Falherst, it's good to see you" William said with a fake smile and open hand.
"Same to you, Mr.Jacobs" Gunther grinded through his teeth. The two of them had always been at odds. Gunther saw Jacobs as a conspiring leech and Jacobs viewed Gunther as an undisciplined mut.
"We're just going to wait for the others to arrive" Jacobs said.

Johannensberg, South Africa

The city is in turmoil. The economy is crushed, law and order is slowly slipping into chaos. Whites and blacks drift farther apart as Tarik's army begin tp drive towards the city. Companies still loyal to the government struggle to hold them back as rebels eat away from within. Seperatists, Zulus, Nationalists, and street gangs are fighting for control. Red Wolf Indistries Africa is located in Johannensberg. The building has turned into a fortress as 100 employees, and ten mercs are held up in the building. So far, they are all safe but the situation is getting worse. Nathan Kent, Field Executive for the branch office paced down the hallway as people rushed around, preparing to leave.
"Have you contacted General Turner yet?" he asked a communication specialist.
"No sir, he last told me that he cannot safeguard our departure. Already refugees tried to leave and they were massacred. It's not safe" he replied, putting down the phone.
"Dammit, I'm sure Stillwater is figuring something out. How about the package?"
"It's still safe, safer than us I'm afraid" the man shot back.

Somewhere in the Jungle North-West of Johannesberg

Was there something moving? Nguyen stopped breathing and scanned the jungle around him. Probably nothing, he thought while he started breathing again.

Originally Nguyen’s job was only to eliminate a small arms depot for a Company. Easy Job he thought and accepted it. 10,000$ closer to the revolution he thought.
Easy Money…

But the reality has proven harder than he thought. The Civil war has advanced more and more to his area of operation. He has to evade troops of General Tarik or Freedom Fighters more and more often. Just yesterday he was almost shot as a firefight between two small groups of Fighters started in his area. Nguyen was hiding in a small self-made cover, as suddenly two fighters advanced in his direction, firing wildly at a position behind him. But fortunately they were mowed down by a group of other fighters and a little help of his Traps. The Fight made heavy casualties on both sides. As it was over the rest of the fighters fled out of the jungle…

He heard some voices in a language he don’t understand. They are getting closer.
Suddenly an explosion to his left, a few metres away. Screams of pain and dying men. Another trap. They’re getting to close, he thought while trying to get deeper in the jungle to avoid further contact. Nguyen crawled to the jungle a while. In a safe distance he got up and went on. Not far away should be the weapons depot, he thought. Suddenly the world went black…

Nguyen awoke tied up in a small wooden hut. “Damn, where am I?” “Look who’s awake”, a voice said in English language. “Who are you and what are you doing in my Jungle?” the voice asked. “And why do you carry this gun with you?”
Silence
“So, you don’t want to talk” A smile appeared on the face in front of him. “I Think we can make you talk! Go get Ulange!” “Yes Sir!” “We’ll see if you still don’t want to talk after you’ve been massaged by him” the man said and left the hut with a wide smile on his face.
The Perfect Chance! Nguyen got up from the chair he was sitting on, the ties already released, he was good at that, he learned it from a former VietCong-Fighter, took his Type 56 from the table in front of him and sneaked to the door. He saw a man walking towards the hut carrying a box of some sort of tools. Nguyen mounted the Bayonet-Knife to his Rifle and waited for the man. As the man passed the door he broke down to the floor, with a last death rattle, as the Bayonet hit his throat. And now get out fast, Nguyen advised himself.
He sneaked out, past a guard, directly in the jungle…

After a few hours walking, he came across a road. A Truck was advancing in his direction. Nguyen thought of getting back in the Jungle, but he realised, he did not have a clue where he was. So he decided to jump on the Truck and go where ever the Truck goes. As the Truck passed by Nguyen jumped on the back.
“Whoa!!! Hold it right there!” the surprised man in the back shouted pointing a pistol at Nguyen as he entered the Truck. “Who are you?” “I’m just another passenger”, Nguyen explained with his hands up.

After explaining the story to the man, Nguyen was offered a job to assist a Company called RedWolf.
And there he sits on the back of a truck, heading to Johannesberg…

OOC: Sorry for my bad English. ^^

HAVANA, CUBA

It was 10:00 AM in Havana, and Murata Tetsuo was still not out of his bed. He was awake, yes, staring up at the ceiling of his hotel room. But he was tired (nonstop partying until about 3 in the morning, followed by a little fun in the hotel room with a local girl named Eva, who had left about two hours ago), had a massive hangover, and was generally unmotivated to get out of bed.
The phone rang. He picked it up.
"Moshimoshi?" he said, half-listening to the Red Wolf guy on the other side, "What, South Africa? Are you kidding? I've got three more weeks of vacation here in Havana! Fool, I just left Kosovo!"
"You wanna take those vacation days after we're done in South Africa, or do you wanna go to Iraq right after you're done?" the other guy said.
"Oh, muthafuck you!" Tetsuo said, getting up, "Fine. I'm packing up, I'll be in..."
"Johannesburg," the other guy supplied.
"Yeah, there. Have my shit waiting, or I'm coming right back here," Tetsuo said, slamming the phone down on the receiver. He grabbed his bags out from under the bed.
'Shit,' he thought, going down to check out from the hotel.

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Johannesberg

Colin strolled through the airport with one bag slung over his shoulder dragging another on wheels behind him, the airport was full of armed men dressed in military equipment watching his every move. He exited the front doors to the airport and walked outside and surveyed the area around him, automatic gun fire echoed through the air, black smoke rose high above the city.......

What a mess...

Well...what now? he thought...

OOC: Uhh, is some one going to pick him up from the airport?

Ben Mitchell stepped off the plane.

He'd had quite a week:

First,he'd joined by red wolf.
Second,he'd got grenades and stuff off the black market.
And now,he was here.Africa.
_____________________________________

TWO HOURS LATER

Ben loaded his HK33EA2 With a 30-round Magazine,cocked it,flicked the safety off,and switched to full auto.
Gunning down a street full of general tarik's troopers wasn't going to be an easy task.But it had to be done.

Ben rolled into the street and behind a sandbag wall.Then,he opened fire.
Several soldiers went down,and others began wildly firing with their AK-47s.
Ben's gun swivelled the street,splattering anyone that got in the way.
His gun clicked,he slammed another 30-round mag in,and he was off again.
After a very brief firefight,the street was clear. Ben ran crouched to the body of an officer.
To his excitement,he discovered that the oficer he'd gunned down was a full colonel.
Ben searched him and found some documents.
"Red wolf might be interested in these" He muttered.

And then something unexpected happened.A T-62 Main battle tank belonging to to general tarik's army rolled up the street and started firing.Ben ducked behing a wall.Just the right time to realise he'd forgot his rocket launcher.

He picked up his phone and dialled a number. "Hey,red wolf? Little help?"

(Could people respond to this please)

OOC: General Tarik's army is not yet inside the city, they are near but not yet inside.

Red Wolf Field Operation Brief

Red Wolf Executives have authorized the use of field contractors for a Class Delta Operation which being the highest of operations. MThis operation is one of great importance and discretion is best initiated in this situation.
Operation Objectives:
-Rendevu with Field Liason Greg Tybalt in Johannensberg: He will then guide the contractors to the Field Headquarters where several important clients and other personnel are located.
-Extract all personnel: Vehicles are located in the headquarters. The contractors are there for security purposes and guard the convoy of personnel.
-Reach the cityy of Cape Town where A Red Wolf chartered ship is awaiting offshore.

This operation is a high risk one where one must remain vigilant and stay on the good side of any faction one should encounter. General Tarik's military cannot be bargained with. However, other factions can be and the trust can be gained which will help secure your route to Cape Town. If the operation is a success the payment will be wired to the usual accounts with a high monetary count.

OOC: Every merc recieved this on their PDA which Red Wolf issues.

OOC: Time to throw in a curve ball, hehe

Global News Network GNN

Good evening, we start this news cast off with breaking news from South Africa. Just one hour ago we recieved word that General Tarik's military, which has been laying siege to the city of Johannensberg which is garrisoned by Nationalist forces has been breeched by Tarik's South African Union Army (SAUA). SAUA forces have begun to push into the city. Refugees are fleeing by the hundreds towards the port city of Cape Town. Foreign nationals are being extracted as well. Only one road is still open as the rest of the city is surrounded. UN and NATO forces are slow to respond as debate in the UN continues. The international force is still building. The situation is deteriorating rapidly. We'll keep you up to date.

OOC: Now, the mercs in the city are trapped and must find a way out. The mercs outside the city must get in. This is where intrigue, bartering, and skill come into play.

Bloemfontein, South Africa

The private jet touched down at a small private part of the air strip where customs officals would not bother. It was no longer safe to fly in to Johannensberg. So, Gunther stepped down the stairs from the plane, it was a sunny day and he took off his sun glasses to gaze around. It's 200 Kilometers to his destination and getting there would be fun. Northern Cape and North-West are under Tarik's control. The rest of the nation is still fractured so the road to Johannensberg is a dangerous one. Field Liason Jack Straw was aboard the plane with him. The two of them had almost no way of getting there. However, the rails could take them to Kroonstad.
"Looks like we're taking the train" Jack commented as they walked down the streets, both of them had back packs on and Gunther carried another black bag with his gun. The city was still dangerous but not as bad as other cities. After getting a taxi and shot at once or twice they made it to the train station. They paid off an army officer to let them aboard. Only military trains were going towards Johannensberg, everyone else was trying to get away.
"Can we get a vehicle to take once we reach Kroonstad?" Gunther asked the officer. The officer was a white man of about 40 years and a crooked smile.
"Sure, friend. The price will be worth the product, I swear" the officer said. Gunther learned not to trust anyone 100%. He's been double crossed before.
"Alright, that's fine with me" he replied and they boarded the train which began to move down the rails...

Colin stood outside the airport for a half an hour and still no one had came to meet him, then he knew what he must do...

I have to get to headquarters and get my gear...

He quickly started walking down the road leaving the airport when he reached a cheak point where two guards armed with AK-47's stopped him. The men started talking to him in their native tounge which Colin did not know at all,

"Im sorry i can't understand you!"

One of the soldiers moved closer till he was an inch away from his face and raised his voice, the other one started yelling while moving towards Colin's luggage bag

Well..you brought this on yourself...

He quickly threw out his arm with an open hand and caught the soldier in front of him in the nose, the other one raised his weapon to fire quickly but Colin turned the stunned soldier around and wrapped his arm around the man's neck rasing his AK with his free hand..

**Ratatatatattatat** the other soldier crumpled to the ground...

He pushed the one he had in a headlock foward and squeezed the trigger twice taking out the back of his knees in two single shots...the man cryed out in pain as he too fell on the ground...

GOD DAMN IT

The Merc ran over to their jeep tossed his luggage in the back and hopped in, the engine sputtered...he glanced behind him at the airport and seen other soldiers rushing towards the cheak point..

Start you bitch...start!!

**VROOOOM, VROOOM, VROOOOM**

"Yes!"

He put the vehicle into gear then sped off down the road, sounds of gun shots rang out behind him.....

Not off to a very good start... he thought as he drove off....

A day after a Red Wolf flight had taken Tetsuo into eGoli -- now that Tetsuo knew its African name, he wouldn't be saying Johannesburg -- the SAUA got into the city. Great. Just great. Wouldn't you know it? He didn't have his shit, that would be at the headquarters, where he'd have to go hunt some guy down and be taken there. And, there happened to be a fucking ARMY marching into the city.
He was out in the street, now, near the airport. He had to sleep there the other night, everything was booked, including most of the airport gates. Without transport, he had taken it upon himself to leave the airport, and was walking on the side of the road. Two soldiers came up to him and asked for identification. Both had South African R4 rifles, essentially clones of Tetsuo's weapon of choice. They were SAUA.
'Bingo,' Tetsuo thought.
"Oh, yeah, my identification..." he said, pretending to go to his bag. He then clocked one of the soldiers over the head with it, and it was heavy, too. The soldier, not wearing a helmet, was out like a light.
Tetsuo dived for the guy's rifle as the other took his own off his shoulder. Tetsuo switched the safety off the R4 and fired a controlled burst of ammunition at the guy's neck. The SAUA soldier grasped it, falling in a heap to the ground.
After quickly salvaging any ammunition the soldiers had, as well as taking both of their pistols. Thinking quickly, he knocked a white teenager, who was attempting to flirt in Afrikaans with some African girl who obviously had know idea what he was saying, off his motorcycle. Tetsuo revved the thing and started driving, leaving his bag. He could live without a few changes of clothes. Right now, he was just concentrated on living.

Johannensberg, South Africa
Just outside the city
1:30 p.m.

Ontibile and his men were in the trees outside the city of Johannensberg. They were now about to enter the city and find the clients located in the city. "This is it men, be swift and do not let anyone see your fire if you must face the army." Ontibile ordered his men. His men nodded and rushed into the crowd that was gathered outside the city and preparing to leave their homes. By doing their best to blend in with the crowd, Ontibile and his men rushed towards the gates into Johannensberg and avoid any questioning guards. His men rushed into an ally and talked while avoiding any South African soldiers. "We have done well so far. We are now in the city and now we must find the clients to Red Wolf. We will have a hard time getting out though, the crowd will be gone very soon and we must find another way out. Prepare yourselves for combat if neccessary."
"Yes sir." Ontibile's men answered.
Ontibile gave the final order, "Meet back here in 3 hours be sure to tell of any information on the Red Wolf clients." And with that, the five men seperated and began searching the different parts of the city...

3 miles outside of Johannesburg

Patrick looked threw a pair of binoculars. He put them down and put on a black toque. Then he looked at a PDA he had gotten before he left Siberia. Patrick wondered where the hell he would find this Field Liason Greg Tybalt, but for now he needed to find a way into Johannesburg. When he landed in Vereeniging he had stolen a truck. More or less he found a truck that was "empty". He went back to the truck and loaded a magazine into his G3 and USP. Patrick looked at the crude explosive he made in the back of the truck. It was pretty much a crude gas bomb. As he got back into the car he drove near one of the SAUA's road blocks. Getting closer to it he drove off to the side and a good distance away from the road block. He stopped the truck and took his bag. It will only filled with one more clip for this USP, so he had to use his guns carefully. Patrick walked away from the truck and away from Johannesburg. He held watched his watch and back toward the truck. The truck exploded. Before he left the truck he turned on a timer. The SAUA's soldiers ran over as he started to run toward the city. They finally got sight of him and started to shoot. Running as fast as he could, he kicked opened a door and ran threw the building. Finally he stopped and knew that he had gotten safely into the city. He collapsed onto the floor.

The train steamed down the rails, the countryside falling past the train cars. Gunther and Jack sat on an open car which contained several crtaes and a few soldiers. The air rushed past Gunther's face as he closed his eyes to relax. Jack tapped away on his pda and contacted the branch in Johannensberg.
"I don't trust that officer, Gunther" Jack shouted over the rush of wind.
"My thoughts exactly, we have to remain on our guard" Gunther replied "Hopefully it will be smooth sailing but I know it won't"
"Yeah..." Jack sighed as he surveyed the landscape, it seemed peaceful for the time being. The soldiers laughed and told tales of their adventures. Gunther snickered after hearing one but soon fell asleep. His sleep cycle was thrown off from well, a lack of sleep. In an hour they should arrive in Broonstad.

(OOC: Is this an open RP?)

OOC: Sign-up on the sign-up thread. It's still open.

Sorry,i'm not feeling good today. So i have a really dumb question to ask:

I forgot.what's a PDA?

OOC: Don't worry, it's not a stupid question. It's like a personal data something. I just remember it from Mercenaries the game.

5 miles in front of Johannesberg


They were driving for a few hours now and came near to Johannesberg as Joe, the man who offered Nguyen the job, suddenly yelled: “Fuck! The Army of General Tarik has entered the City. We won’t come in so easy now.” “But we could sneak into the city”, Nguyen replied. “That’ll be hard, I think. General Tarik is a very tidy man, which means that…”
BOOM!!!
Something exploded in front of the truck, which was thrown to the side and now lies on the Railroad-Tracks, smoking heavily.
“Holy Crap! Joe stand up! We have to get out!” Nguyen tried to pull him out, but he could not be moved. He was stuck, and he already stopped breathing.
“Joe! Fuck! Bastards!” Nguyen shouted.
He quickly took his weapon, Joe’s pistol (a 9mm Ruger P89), and the small PDA from Joe’s pocket and jumped out of the smoking Truck.
Without orientation he tried to find some cover behind some bushes on the side of the tracks.
He tried to find the source of the explosion but he didn’t find anything, except…

…there was a train coming straight to the Place, where his Truck lies…
Nguyen decided to wait. He prepared his weapon and himself for whatever might be in that train…

Forrester was in his hotel room when heard the blasts. he woke up and switch on the TV. The SAUA just entered the city, and he had to get to work. He and 4 other detectives were send to investigate reports of war crimes in the country. He and the other detectives were at a hotel near the airport. He called the others and they began to discuss the sitution. He was the field ops. guy so he went out to the streets while the others stayed at the hotel. He loaded his Glock 22 and put on his trenchcoat, and left to go outside and check out the city.

Colin turned down the first street into the city and stopped and an intersection, after looking both ways he made a left,

That gunfire is getting closer..i gotta hurry up and make it to HQ

He stomped on the pedal and gunned it down the road slowing for the next intersection when he seen an enemy tank,

Shit, shit shit...

**BOOM**

The tank fired a shell at the jeep and it struck a building on Colin's left side blasting rubble towards him, he drove off quickly lowering his head, he could hear the tank moving foward in chase....

Just my luck...

He seen a narrow back alley and stopped the jeep, while getting out he grabbed the AK and his luggage. After jogging for about 15 minutes he stopped putting his back to the wall, after setting his luggage down he wiped his brow with his shirt sleeve..

Whew...jeesh..

The merc looked on either side of him ensuring it was safe to stop...

"How much farther.." he said to himself...

OOC: What is the Red Wolf HQ? what kind of building?

OOC: I dunno, I didn't think that thru. Just use your imagination.

After cheaking his PDA Colin realized he was only a block away from the branch office in Johannesburg. He quickly made his way through the streets and approached the back door to the building,

**Bang,bang,bang**

He knocked on the door and awaited a reply....

Bump

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Ben could hear gunfire gettiong rapidly closer.

"Shit! They're here already - I gotta go to HQ and find out what the bloody hell is happening"

Ben had bought a Land rover from the black market complete with 2 PKM GPMGs,and a twin M220 TOW 2 ATGW system. And now it was going to come in handy.

Ben had picked up an armed group fighting against Tarik that were all to willing to help him.

Ben jumped into the driver's seat,and started the engine. He shoved it into gear and sped off,with the others providing accurate fire with the PKMs.
He had nearly made it to HQ,until he came to a platoon of tarik's soldiers.He charged at full speed toward them,firing his HK 33EA2 Assault rifle with one hand and driving with the other.Thanks to the extra help from the rebels,he managed to break through and was soon at HQ.

He almost fell out of the land rover and collapsed through the door.

OOC: Im waiting for Kulikovia's people to answear the door to the branch office....i knocked and got no reply...

change that to:

'met colin at door'

OOC: When is that train coming, Kulikovia?

Ben is sitting in front of the door eating chicken,bacon,and mayo sandwiches.

(mmm....chicken,bacon,and mayo sandwiches)

OOC: Hello???