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[ OOC: Too early... There seems to still be a hot fight. ]

the Confederate States of Towering Flames will also be joining the United Ed States in the their peace keeping/humanitarian aide. we will provide a Brigade of army of the phoenix soldiers to support inner city security along with delivering supplies securely. we will also be supplying a Battalion of our tears of the phoenix medical personnel. we will work in joint operations with the United Ed forces.

Already have about 1 platoon of soldiers ready and 2 more are being prepared right now.

2, i will also provide a permenant fixture of a pltoon of soldiers to the iraqius

Yeay! Now Interpol will take care of crime in Iragia, and myself, Zonon 8, Somethingey, Towering Flames (and already Vault 10) will handle the situation itself. As MailCall would say, "Oohrah!"

OOC: So how are we rp this? Is someone going to make a thread or what?
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What does that mean?

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It means I did not have anything to say to your reply, but I felt like posting something, so I put a ..., that is all.

sameal walked into the bar and sat down ordering a shot of vodka and a beer. he pulled a cigar from his shirt pocket lit it taking a nice long drag. glancing over he saw the broadcast of the events in Iragia on the t.v. he took another drag from the cigar and shook his head. sameal took out his lighter again and lit the shot of vodka on fire. raising the glass sameal mumble to himself " to my many fallen comrades" after which he quickly swallowed down the flaming shot and sat the glass down.

Will sat down and ordered a beer. He lit a cigaret and started to smoke, as soon as his beer came he put the cigaret down on a ash tray. He took the beer and started to drink it from the bottle. He looked at the T.V. to see the same things Sameal saw and he started to drink again, taking small breaks to smoke a little.
"Damn world, when did humanity go wrong?"

After careful due concideration of the proposal to join the International Police Organisation known as Interpol, we the representatives of the Midchildian people do officially offer our support towards the notion of assisting in the capture of dangerous foreign criminals whom may attempt to hide in our small tourist nation.

Though the Peoples Police of Michildia may be somewhat limited in resources due to our nations minor crime rates, we wll make a point of fully cooperating with Interpol in the capture of wanted foriegn criminals should they be found within our territories.

Thanks,

President Mitchell Johanison

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After finishing up at the range, Rika needed to unwind a bit. Remembering that two of the others were headed off for some libations (a delightful word my grandfather used for booze) she decided a drink wouldn't be a bad idea.

After sifting through the crowds the young detective found herslef at the pub. It was a weird feeling to be there, it was the first bar she'd been into in the last five years where she wasn't breaking up a scrap, or in the thick of one. The bartender even had a dusty bottle of Coal Miner, a strong, biting, mean whiskey brewed in her hometown of Coal Harbour back home.

"You actually drink this?" asked the surprised bartender.

"Nectar of the gods, my beer slinging chummer. Half glass on ice."

Rika scanned the crowd and saw. Will, that was his name. The cop from Somethingy. She moseyed on over to the table as he seemed wrapped up in the evening news.

"Evening boys, mind if I grab a seat?"

Will smirked and said, "Do mind second hand smoke? If no, go ahead and take a seat." He took another sip from his beer, pointing at a seat near him and Sameal.

Rika took a seat at the table and smiled at Will.

"I'm from a mining town, your little cigarettes don't even register on my lung's radar. So, what's so exciting on the news, lads?"

"Something is happening in Iragia, but I didn't learn much from the news report on the T.V. So you lived in a mining town? How was that like?" Will asked.

Rike took a swig of the Coal Miner and looked back over the table.

"Tough for the most part. The town made it's name on coal, and whiskey." She said, raising the glass of the dark, pungent, 90 proof liquor.

"Both those things together, especially after the coal prices bottomed out in the 70's made it a hard place. Hard drinkin', hard livin', hard fightin'. I think I must have gotten into some kind of scrap at least once a week, more than that when I came back as a cop. Town like that makes you tough, that's for sure."

"Wow, I'm starting to feel like a city boy." Will said with a grin, he took a sip of his beer. He then learned that he drank it all, crap, he ment to stop himself half way.

"City boy, eh?" Rika said with a mischevious grin, "Well, how's about in the name of international co-operation and improved law enforcing capathingies, we make you an honourary miner. You too, Silent Joe" as she looked at Sameal.

Riak then waved over to the bartender and used the international pub sign language to have two more glasss of the dread whiskey Coal Miner brought over.

"This my friends, is Coal Miner. A whiskey that is every bit tough and mean as the town that distilled it. Belly up boys, belly up."

Will took one of the two glasses and drank. The taste of the wiskey was not what he thought it would taste like. It was strong, really strong.
"How the heck do you drink this?!" Will asked with the strong taste of the Coal Miner in his mouth, throat, and oddly, his stomach.
"Rika, your one heck of a person to drink this stuff like it is water."

sameal looked down at the glass and grinned " if i ca handle the stuff back in towering flames i can take this" he grin and took the whole glass in one shoot. " wow thats pretty good stuff there".

Rika nearly doubled over watching Will's face turn nearly as red as her hair.

"Just like I told the bartender, nectar of the Gods, eh?"

She collected herelf and looked at him again.

"My dad used to tell me it was all the spite and bitterness in the mines, distilled and fermented to share with the rest of the world. Don't drop out on me yet city boy."

"I lost the battle, not the war." He smirked a grin showing that he was (hopefully) ready for anything she can throw at him.

" ah suck it up man" sameal said with a laugh swatting will on the back. he looked around the bar and then reached into his cargo pocket pulling a flask from it and reach for his glass and poured a small amount in it. he looked at rika " take a shot of that" pushing the glass with the firey red liquid in it towards her. " almost forgot" he grinned and pulled out his lighter sparkign it lighting the liquid on fire " cant take a proper shot of phoenix tears without it burning". he offered it to rika " now careful that stuffs gonna burn all the way down itll warm you up in the cold of winter".

"Alright Mr. Will, if I'm gonna work with you on a case, any kind of case. I need to know what kinda guy you are. Now your files probably full of medals and commendations and blah blah blalh blah. So, tell me about the real Will, crap what's your last name?"

"My birth name is Will Garrison and I'm not really a city boy. I live on the
Somethingey mountains in a cabin. I hike the snowy mountains and watch the wild life out there, I still go there every year during the summer. It is a sight to behold." Said Will and then he remembered something.
"I keep this for emergencies, but I think I can spare you guys a glass or two." Will said pulling out a bottle of clear whiskey, the bottle had a wolf on the cover and mountains in the background. He poured two glasses.
"This isn't hot or strong, but it is so cold you don't even need ice."

sameal glanced over and figured if she didnt want to drink the drink he offered he wouldnt let it go to waste and downed the shot himself.

"So, how is it?" Will asked.

(OOC i was drinking the glass of phoenix tears i had offered her but would be glad to try yours as well)

OOC: Ok, also Will poured two glasses and one is for Sameal.

Rika watched Samael down the phoenix tears, the shot glass that had been rather close to her.

"Oh, was that for me? Sorry 'bout that. My head's just been swirling with everything lately. Didn't even notice it."

She looked over to the glass Will offered. Taking it she raised to the both of them and drank slowly, catching the flavour slowly.

"Nice, very nice indeed. Thanks, Will. Wow, snowy mountains, surrounded by lush forests I'd imagine, that, well it must be something."

She looked down at the empty glass, the town she came from was relatively barren, most of Ironwell was in fact. Only in the coldest northern reaches out by the distant city of Marathon could you find an actual forest in the Republic. There used to be lush forests and greenery everywhere, until the Great Burn of 1943. He must have had trees to play in and animals to see, lucky bastard she thought to herself. Coal Harbour was particularly desolate. Her face turned sour, if only for a second before the wals went back up and her smile returned.

"Hey, Sam. You've been really quiet, tell us something about you. Me and ol' Will here have been spillin' everything pretty good, it's your turn now."

sameal lifted the class will offered and drank it down the cool feelign so much diffrent from the liquor he was used to " thats a damn fine drink ya got there will " he said putting the glass down. he poured two shots of phoenix tears one for each of his fellow agents and sat his lighter on the table "remember its tradition to lit the shot before ya drink um" he grinned and then looked over at rika. " not much to tell really i am sameal diabolos which roughly translated means angel of death sent from the devil or so my parents told me. they my father was a great soldier for my country and raised me to follow in his foot steps. when i was 16 i enlisted instead of waiting till i was 18 like most who are made to serve it is tradition and mandatory in my country to serve. i served many years most of them spent leading a special forces team know in my country as the werewolves. i started out as a medic but soon found my interests in taking life rather then saving it as many do in my country. my unit was ambushed during my first mission and i was the only survivor. i was promoted and i was asked to recruit a new team and was later trained in many skills one of which being that of a sniper which i was showing will a bit of at the range. however my country turned its back on me when my unit was order to ut down a rebel faction that was trying overthrow or high chancellor and when we completed our mission instead of thanks were issued death sentences. the only thing that save my men and my self were the rise in terrorism in my nation which gave my government no other option but to pardon my unit with the stipulation that we use our skills to help our nations police fight terrorism in my country which ive been doing ever since" he poured a shot and swallowed it down " my child hood wasnt much but it wasnt a bad one i guess not anywhere near as fun as wills sounded anyway." he looked from will to rika " anything else you wanna know?"

Samael's story almost floored Rika, that man had lived through some heavy stuff to be sure. She lit the phoenix tears, blew it out and drank. It was like nothing she'd ever tasted before.

"Well, I guess you must have some interesting tales Samael. Here's to hard lives, at least they prepare you well."

She raised another glass of the Coal Miner to Samael.

Wiil started to have some memoirs he thought died a while ago. He took out something from his pocket, it was gold and had a silver dent on the front side. He opened it and his mood went down a little. He heard the Rika's voice and closed the small case. He took his drink and he mumbled.
"To a crappie life because of the country we serve." He drank and thought about his new friend's childhoods. Dang, he heard stories, but that stuff is just wrong. Well, they don't seem shaken from their past. Why the heck can't I do that?

OOC: Wow, I am glad to see you guys are really going to town with this whole thing. Happy drinking!

Rika looked at her newfound colleagues.

"Spec Ops grunts, eh? You mean I'm the only good ol' fashioned cop at the table?"

Will flashed a smile.
"Yes."

" to hard lives and fallen comrades" sameal said raising his glass and drinking. " im was a sec op grunt but im a cop now i guess you could say just not exactly a street cop" sameal looked over at will noticign the strange look on his face " you alright there will?"

"What? Oh, yea I'm ok." He poured himself some of his clear wiskey in a cup.
"To fallen comrades." Will drank the wiskey in one shot.

sameal leaned back in his and pulled out a fresh cigar a lit it taken a long smooth drag. he glanced around the bar and grinned. this bar wasnt to bad he thought he would have to remember it if he was gonna be around here for long.

"Well," Rika said, "at least in my books now you're both cops and that's good enough for me."

She reached out to grab her glass of Coal Miner with her left hand, without warning she dropped the glass and everything inside in in Samael's general direction.

"Oh shi..."

sameal flinched and almost fell backwards in his chair " holy shit" he laughed and caught his balance.

Will did his best to stop himself from laughing. He failed.
"You ok?" Will said laughing.

Rika clutched her arm, the other two were laughing it a way, but not her, not right now.

"Sorry, it's my hand. Some biker tied to kill me with a bayonet two years ago, I blocked it with my wrist. It's, sorry."

"Ok, but that was funny." Will finally stopped laughing.

OOC sorry im late
"What? Oh, yea I'm ok." He poured himself some of his clear wiskey in a cup.
"To fallen comrades." Will drank the wiskey in one shot.

" to fallen comrades," a voice said behind them, "may we never forget them or let them leave our hearts!" he said and took out a shot glass and poured. rather than drink it he pulled out a stopper placed it on the top, after flicking a spark into it, and flipped it up. when it came downhe flicked open a small section of the stopper and took a long drag, then pulled it out and drank the fiery liquid.

"What the?! Oh, your that Zonon guy, right? Whats your name...?" Will said tiring to remember his name.

" no problem i know how that goes ive had my fair share of wounds" sameal stoop up and unstrapped the shoulder holsters he was wearing and slid the shirt now covered in coal miner off exposing many scars and old bullet wounds along with the werewolves unit tattoo on the left side of his chest. he reached down into his bag and found a dry shirt and pulled it over his head and put the holsters back on. he sat back down and took another drag from his cigar.

"Showing our battle wounds are we? Guess I'll show mine." He rolled up his left sleeve and in plain sight there was a metal arm where his real arm should have should have been.
"RPG hit the black hawk me and my team were in. I saw the flash, but made the mistake of thinking it was light hitting a window. The pilots and the rest of my team were... unlucky, I guess. I was the only one who survived and even then I lost a good portion of my left arm. I keep this photo as a reminder of my mistake." Will took out the same gold case he had before and opened it. In the picture 10 people were standing or sitting in front of a black hawk. Will grew depress and said.
"5 of those guys had a wife or a girlfriend and 2 had kids at home..."

Rika lifted her head up to expose her neck. She pointed to the slight indentation of the right side.

"350 pounder with a pipe did this, couldn't talk right for three months. The things that happen when you're doing the right thing, or at least think you are."

sameal reached over and placed a hand on will shoulder. " all give some my friend but some give all". he glanced over at rika she showed off her scar. " sometimes things just happen to good people".

"At least we get the chance to get back at the bad guys." Will said raising his drink to his mouth to drink again.

Rika looked back at Will, "Yeah, I guess it's worth it at the end. I remember when the SWAT guys burst in, and I had the guy in cuffs. But there was still this giant bayonet stuck right through my wrist. Their faces were priceless."

"Wow, we all have one heck of a life." Will said, he got up from his seat.
"If you'll all be kind to excuse me, I got to use the restroom."

sameal puffed on his cigar and took a swig of beer. and nodded at will. he looked over to rika " i bet they must have got a kick out of figuring out how you got that big guy in cuffs".

sameal looked around and started to wonder if will was alright. he thought about going to check on him but figured he would give him his space. he motioned for one of the barmaids to come over and order a burger and another beer.

The Kingdom of Emerald Springs would like to join INTERPOL. We hope to further combat international crime. Enclosed is the application of our agent:


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Alexandra Knight

Experience: 7 years E.S.P.D. 1 Year Narcaotics Unit

Equip: Standard Issue E.S. Hand Gun

Vehicle Specialty: Patroll Car: V8 Engin, high abuse bumper, strong exterior frame

Will walked out the rest room with a shocked face. He walked over to his new friends and said.
"Sorry, I have to return to Somethingey. Some one allowed five nuclear weapons to be fired and I have to find that person. I'm not sure, but I think the President did it." Rika and Sameal both gave him a face of confusion.
"My friend, Tolk, who is head of Somethingey's army, just called me on my cell phone. He said that the President fired five nuclear weapons in a nuclear free war. Tolk plans to start a rebellion. I don't really know what is happening in truth. So I'm going back to Somethingey. Bye." He started to walk out the bar.

sameal yell to will as he started to walk away " he will if you need any help let me know id be glad to assist".

Rike looked over to Will as he left.

"Give 'em hell Will!" she said.

Nukes? What's going on Somethingey? Nucleaur war?

***********************************
Emerald Springs is accepted.

sameal looked over at rika. " five nukes dang thats alot" he took a drag off his cigar and leaned back again. the barmaid brought his burger over along with anther cold beer and sameal took a long swig and picked up the burger taking a bite. " god thats a good burger" he said having had nothung but MRE's for the last few days. " sure is good to have a ho meal from time to time".

sameal looked over at rika. " five nukes dang thats alot" he took a drag off his cigar and leaned back again. the barmaid brought his burger over along with anther cold beer and sameal took a long swig and picked up the burger taking a bite. " god thats a good burger" he said having had nothung but MRE's for the last few days. " sure is good to have a ho meal from time to time".
Ah, the Ed States has the best burgers in the world! Perhaps except for Texas... but Ed States burgers are still quite good, due to the intense laws that state the meat must be free range, organic, and up to UES level 5 quality standards.

' i might as well come along, imgatting stirr crazy and you may need a spy.' said james welsh (yeah his first names james) as he slung a back pack and a duffle bag, that seemingly came from nowhere, on his shoulders

sameal turned to the tv and watched the rest of the news and sort of mumbled not really speaking to anyone in particular. " i wonder whats gonna happen to that guy over in redtide?"

anyone still here???:confused:

Rika glanced over at the TV, "Will somebody turn that off. Man, that Red Tide mess really burns my ass, ya know? One of our guys is the on the firing line and we're not doing a goddamned thing to help him!"

" i had my unit ready to go in to retrieve the guy but i guess the guys on the ground decided peace talks were a better idea." sameal shook his head and took a drag from his cigar. " all talk and no action these days. if something like had happened to one of from my country we would have went i grabbed our guy and left the blood of his captors flow through the streets."

Unfortunately, I have to say that Interpol is slowly dying, if it is not already dead.
I am assuming that the guy captured by Red Tide is either dead or released, because that thread, too, has died.

Anyway, let me just say that NSInterpol was good while it lasted. And thanks to the nations who joined (many of whom I had met for the first time), it was a grand experience. Many of you guys are good people who I hope to encounter in the future, wether it be through Interpol or not.

Thank you all,
The United Ed States

P.S. If anyone, at anytime in the future creates a sort of Interpol like organization, even if it seems like something I would be remotely interested in, please message me via nationstates telegram. I would love to join.

Unfortunately, I have to say that Interpol is slowly dying, if it is not already dead.
I am assuming that the guy captured by Red Tide is either dead or released, because that thread, too, has died.

Anyway, let me just say that NSInterpol was good while it lasted. And thanks to the nations who joined (many of whom I had met for the first time), it was a grand experience. Many of you guys are good people who I hope to encounter in the future, wether it be through Interpol or not.

Thank you all,
The United Ed States

P.S. If anyone, at anytime in the future creates a sort of Interpol like organization, even if it seems like something I would be remotely interested in, please message me via nationstates telegram. I would love to join.

We are sorry to hear of the fall of InterPol. Still, there is always a use for an international police force, be it binational, alliance, or global. Now, we are pulling our ambassador to InterPol out, and cancelling all further donations. What's more, we would like the money we gave your organization that didn't get spent back. Please wire it immediantly.

-Prime Minister Judgehammer

Unfortunately, I have to say that Interpol is slowly dying, if it is not already dead.
I am assuming that the guy captured by Red Tide is either dead or released, because that thread, too, has died.

Anyway, let me just say that NSInterpol was good while it lasted. And thanks to the nations who joined (many of whom I had met for the first time), it was a grand experience. Many of you guys are good people who I hope to encounter in the future, wether it be through Interpol or not.

Thank you all,
The United Ed States

P.S. If anyone, at anytime in the future creates a sort of Interpol like organization, even if it seems like something I would be remotely interested in, please message me via nationstates telegram. I would love to join.

Oh don't kill it off already

i dont think interpol is dead we just need a good case tat everyone can sink their teeth into i was very much enjoying this and hope that you wont allow it to die this easy we all need to get together and come up with a great case worthy of interpols involvement and attack it

bump :mp5: :sniper: :headbang: :mp5: :mp5: :sniper:

Will walked out the rest room with a shocked face. He walked over to his new friends and said.
"Sorry, I have to return to Somethingey. Some one allowed five nuclear weapons to be fired and I have to find that person. I'm not sure, but I think the President did it." Rika and Sameal both gave him a face of confusion.
"My friend, Tolk, who is head of Somethingey's army, just called me on my cell phone. He said that the President fired five nuclear weapons in a nuclear free war. Tolk plans to start a rebellion. I don't really know what is happening in truth. So I'm going back to Somethingey. Bye." He started to walk out the bar.

if we need a mission mabey this could be our big break?

dang a dead thread already

OOC: Perhaps this could help?

Urgent Message to Interpol and United Ed States

Priority: Highly Urgent
Code: Red

To: Interpol/United Ed States
From: Vetakan Defence Force Security and Intelligence Service (SIS)

This is an urgent message to Interpol and the United Ed States. The Vetakan Government issued a warrant for the arrest or the body of Vetaka's greatest enemy. This being James Swan. Vetakan SIS have tracked James Swan to the United Ed States. According to SIS Intelligence we understand Swan is currently staying in a Luxury 7 Star Hotel within the UES Capital. Under an alias name of Charles Bagshaw. Vetaka urgently requests Interpol or UES arrest Swan and transport him to Vetakan Charge.

Mr Swan has committed a huge number of crimes as detailed in our previous warrant. A high reward is offered to whom ever can hand Swan to us alive. Please help Vetaka close a dark chapter of its history and bring this evil man to justice.

Yours, Dominion of Vetaka Forigen Affairs Secretary Scarlet Rogers

OOC: Perhaps you could RP an attack on the hotel and perhaps a chase Swan is a menace and can be identified by a scar on his lower abnomen caused by a sword duel injury.

Anyway, let me just say that NSInterpol was good while it lasted.
OOC: Do you consider an obviously long-term thread dead after what, a week or two?

Couldn't get time to write the proper IC response, and both ops got messed up enough not to interfere... but I'll try to do it, even if short. Just don't run away as of yet, that's all. It's not the kind of RP which must go non-stop, it's an organization, after all.
I originally shifted away because I sometimes have a tendency to "hijack" threads, breaking others' RP, and so decided to let others RP with less intervention. Maybe kind of forgot about it in the meantime... I'll return IC soon.

OOC: Perhaps this could help?

Urgent Message to Interpol and United Ed States

Priority: Highly Urgent
Code: Red

To: Interpol/United Ed States
From: Vetakan Defence Force Security and Intelligence Service (SIS)

This is an urgent message to Interpol and the United Ed States. The Vetakan Government issued a warrant for the arrest or the body of Vetaka's greatest enemy. This being James Swan. Vetakan SIS have tracked James Swan to the United Ed States. According to SIS Intelligence we understand Swan is currently staying in a Luxury 7 Star Hotel within the UES Capital. Under an alias name of Charles Bagshaw. Vetaka urgently requests Interpol or UES arrest Swan and transport him to Vetakan Charge.

Mr Swan has committed a huge number of crimes as detailed in our previous warrant. A high reward is offered to whom ever can hand Swan to us alive. Please help Vetaka close a dark chapter of its history and bring this evil man to justice.

Yours, Dominion of Vetaka Forigen Affairs Secretary Scarlet Rogers

OOC: Perhaps you could RP an attack on the hotel and perhaps a chase Swan is a menace and can be identified by a scar on his lower abnomen caused by a sword duel injury.


Sounds like it could be a good one.


And on another note, obviously we can't RP Interpol all the time. I mean casual RPing in this thread maybe but obviously we'll get quite a few cases

...Paul finally woke up. He took a good sleep after that urgent flight over Red Tide, which finally had to return.

His head didn't hurt, though. That meant he was just drinking - of course, they added him some Russian genes (or whatever) which stripped him of fun of drinking along with hard parties, rather staying sober. Now, where was he?

He stood up and came to the window. It didn't open, and the view of a huge forged and hammered pipe segment blocking it gave Paul a hint: he was home - only Vault-Tec used such things. Strangely, the place was unusually green, like a park, but obviously not as cared for: piles of metal beams were all around, wide pipes lied near a river, and a tracked machine obviously had just ran across a bush.


He finally found the unusual door - a piece of plywood over a crude wooden frame, without the wheel in the middle, or even any locks. Some worker camp. Around there were hundreds of such crude huts... Suddenly, a low-pitched, loud horn coming from the river behind distracted him from admiring the view.
A medium-sized tug was hauling a barge with some tunnel lining machine, attempting to pull it close enough to the bank. Paul ran to the tug, his only chance to learn where he is; well, or at least right now, but a bit of running doesn't hurt.
The mighty engines almost threw the tug ashore, and Paul didn't waste the chance. He jumped, gripped a rubber tire on the portside, and soon threw himself aboard.

- "Yes? Who's damn there?"
- "I'm from... the Special Division. Don't worry."
The helmsman was seemingly a local, a shaved middle-aged tall man. He was looking somewhat tired, but not falling asleep yet.
- "So what, did they cut your transport budget?"
- "Ehr... I don't know. A bit of banged up yesterday, probably. What's the place?"
- "What, Interpol really ship you in boxes now? You're in United Ed States."
- "Inter...? I'm from the Symmetriad."
- "What?"
- "The Symmetriad. Nuclear Industries."
- "You finally woke up and shipped the reactor? So I'm what, supposed to pull it ashore? Look astern, at this barge. I'm not going to run errands. My work plan is 60 hours per week. I've done 70. I put this contraption ashore and I'm out. Find someone else."

Paul was really trying to recall it... Something was right, he recalled the organization name... heck, did he change the job - was it possible at all? - or was he undercover? But, well, let's mind own business. What matters now is to get what's going on.

- "I'm not for that. Could you just let me call the Interpol HQ?"
- "Lost your phone?"
The agent searched himself. A small cell phone was in a pocket. He stared at it for a few seconds.

- "Oh, I see. Lost your mind. Cut down on parties, there are no cell masts here."

They entered the cabin, and the helmsman dialed the current Interpol UES office on the Inmarsat for Paul.

After the night at the pub had passed Rika found herself in the most menial of all tasks in law enforcemnt, setting up one's desk. Before the fist box could be opened she got a call from The Chief.

"Saved by the phone, maybe later dusty old box."

The detective rushed over to the door, blowing past the secretary and some foreign cop in a really spiffy dress uniform.

"You rang." she said.

"Stoneman, I need you to check out a tip. We just got a hot tip from Vetatka that one of their more notorious fugitives is in the UES. I'd like you to check it out, I'm having his details sent to your PDA."

"I'm on the case, bossman"

She scanned over the details while making her way to the parkade. James Swan, wanted criminal. Inside the parkade were numerous cars, flat, uniform, black, all of the screamed cop. Except for hers.

"No one would ever suspect to find an international investigator in my old shitbox Dodge. International Investigator, I looooove the sound of that."

She keyed her phone to Interpol's HQ line.

"HQ this is Stoneman, I'm checking out a tip. I wanna go it alone and do some initial recon, too many of us might tip him off ya know? Could you find me some back up though, I'd hate to walk into a Category 5 shit hurricane and find myself without some cavalry on the way."

as the phone rang and he saw stoneman apear on the phone id screen he picked up the phone and said 'yeeeeeeeeellllllllllo? this is welsh here... need backup, kay just let me see... ah that little guy... sounds familiar, mabey just some other guy though. i'll be geared up so if the call comes i will be there, just one problem...how will we know your in danger, we don't have little eyes in the sky! Do we?

sameal heard the call for backup as he woke up. he stood up and got dressed and grabbed a few bags from his room and head down to the street putting his gear in the back of the SUV outside. getting in the SUV he drove towards town pulling up behind the hotel he looked it over and pulled on a old set of coveralls and took his bags from the back head up a back set of stairs looking like a Maintenance worker. he climb the stairs up to the roof and walked out feeling the wind blowing on top of the hi building. sameal took up some rope and set up a rappelling line and slid an radio ear bud into his ear hoping rika would remember to bring hers so he could at least hear if she was in danger. sameal knew rika could handle herself but the file he had read on the guy she was going to scout had gave him a very bad feeling. he open his other back and sat down leaning against the side wall of the building and began getting a few of his weapons ready incase he needed to make a fast drop into the building.

Rika pulled up to the hotel.

"So this is what you get for 7 stars. Holy crap."

The hotel was a place of unrivaled majesty. She looked bit out of place in her bonber jacket, Imperial Rock Love Force (her nation's Beatles) t-shirt and the grungy jeans. But it also didn't look cop-ish, that was key. She had 2 messages waiting, one said that an agent was on scene disguised as a maintenance man and other said that other were prepped.

She glanced up and saw, yes, it was him.

"Samael, eh? Let's see how you do, soldier boy."

Rika walked up to the counter, she could feel the stares of a thousand knives as the oh so posh guests and staff were glancing at her. Strutting up to the counter she found the desk agent.

"Hey there, Frank." she said while sliding her name across his gold plated name tag. "What's a room here run."

"Ummm, The Continental Palace charges $1000 per night, penthouse suites are more, but perhaps you'd be at home in a different establishment."

"Awww, ae you trying to say I look like more of a Super 8 type of girl. Don't worry Sparky, I'll get my little vagabond ass out of here."

Rika turned around and dropped a quarter in the phone booth.

"Hey, HQ could you do me a favour. Can you check the files Vetatka sent us, see if they know what room he might be in. I might have a way in." she said while looking a the recently palmed hotel keycard. Rika wondered how long it would before Frank the desk agent missed it.

OOC: Permission to RP Swan?

OOC: Perhaps this could help?

Urgent Message to Interpol and United Ed States

Priority: Highly Urgent
Code: Red

To: Interpol/United Ed States
From: Vetakan Defence Force Security and Intelligence Service (SIS)

This is an urgent message to Interpol and the United Ed States. The Vetakan Government issued a warrant for the arrest or the body of Vetaka's greatest enemy. This being James Swan. Vetakan SIS have tracked James Swan to the United Ed States. According to SIS Intelligence we understand Swan is currently staying in a Luxury 7 Star Hotel within the UES Capital. Under an alias name of Charles Bagshaw. Vetaka urgently requests Interpol or UES arrest Swan and transport him to Vetakan Charge.

Mr Swan has committed a huge number of crimes as detailed in our previous warrant. A high reward is offered to whom ever can hand Swan to us alive. Please help Vetaka close a dark chapter of its history and bring this evil man to justice.

Yours, Dominion of Vetaka Forigen Affairs Secretary Scarlet Rogers

OOC: Perhaps you could RP an attack on the hotel and perhaps a chase Swan is a menace and can be identified by a scar on his lower abnomen caused by a sword duel injury.
Alright then, let's do this.

IC:
To Vetaka:
The United Ed States would be more than happy to apprehend the scum who has harmed so many of our fellow nations. On behalf of Interpol, the UES wishes to lead the arrest. All are welcome to join us, but it will be done, of course, under UES supervision. We will begin planning immediatly.

OOC:
To Vault 10: In response to your question... yes.
To Vetaka: How do you wish to work this? Do you want me to move in and take him out, or will you send Spec. Ops. or something? I am fine with whatever you choose.
To anyone and everyone: The takedown will begin soon. All Interpol agents in the US are welcome to take part. Just make sure that scary Rika doesn't get gun happy and take all the credit of the arrest... ha ha...

Thanks all.

[OOC, to UES:
Well, it isn't so - a good thread's lifetime is well over a year. One week is hardly a time, people can be just too busy.

Also, could you reply to Paul Neumann? Check the TG I've sent for extra detail. ]

OOC: Ill just RP Swan for now. It will also allow UES to practice a High Profile arrest. It will allow you members of Interpol to take him down. Preferably id prefer if he was taken alive as I want to RP his court case. Of course you would be invited to present Evidence at the case regarding his arrest if he was alive. That ok?

IC:

James Swan or Charles Bagshaw as he was known at The Continental Palace lay on his King Size bed sipping Pure Russian Vodka and listerning to classic Opera. Thinking of times past. On the bed side cabinet lay a 9mm Semi Automatic Pistol. Engraved on the butt was his Intials. The pistol was a gift from his father on his deathbed. The Safety was off he couldn't be careful enough what with Vetakan SIS, Interpol and just about every Bounty hunter whom had heard of the Vetakan Reward for Swan. All 10 Billion of it after him. Of course that sum was nothing comapred to what Swan himself had stolen from Vetaka's treasury.

The Oprea always calmed him as he lay thinking of good times past. It was only now that he realised hunger was dawning. Today he felt like somthing really fattening. He picked up the rooms phone and dialled "Room Service":

"Hello this is Mr Bagshaw I would like a Cheeseburger and a Good old Pot of English Tea."

"Right away came" an instant reply.

...Paul finally woke up. He took a good sleep after that urgent flight over Red Tide, which finally had to return.

His head didn't hurt, though. That meant he was just drinking - of course, they added him some Russian genes (or whatever) which stripped him of fun of drinking along with hard parties, rather staying sober. Now, where was he?

He stood up and came to the window. It didn't open, and the view of a huge forged and hammered pipe segment blocking it gave Paul a hint: he was home - only Vault-Tec used such things. Strangely, the place was unusually green, like a park, but obviously not as cared for: piles of metal beams were all around, wide pipes lied near a river, and a tracked machine obviously had just ran across a bush.


He finally found the unusual door - a piece of plywood over a crude wooden frame, without the wheel in the middle, or even any locks. Some worker camp. Around there were hundreds of such crude huts... Suddenly, a low-pitched, loud horn coming from the river behind distracted him from admiring the view.
A medium-sized tug was hauling a barge with some tunnel lining machine, attempting to pull it close enough to the bank. Paul ran to the tug, his only chance to learn where he is; well, or at least right now, but a bit of running doesn't hurt.
The mighty engines almost threw the tug ashore, and Paul didn't waste the chance. He jumped, gripped a rubber tire on the portside, and soon threw himself aboard.

- "Yes? Who's damn there?"
- "I'm from... the Special Division. Don't worry."
The helmsman was seemingly a local, a shaved middle-aged tall man. He was looking somewhat tired, but not falling asleep yet.
- "So what, did they cut your transport budget?"
- "Ehr... I don't know. A bit of banged up yesterday, probably. What's the place?"
- "What, Interpol really ship you in boxes now? You're in United Ed States."
- "Inter...? I'm from the Symmetriad."
- "What?"
- "The Symmetriad. Nuclear Industries."
- "You finally woke up and shipped the reactor? So I'm what, supposed to pull it ashore? Look astern, at this barge. I'm not going to run errands. My work plan is 60 hours per week. I've done 70. I put this contraption ashore and I'm out. Find someone else."

Paul was really trying to recall it... Something was right, he recalled the organization name... heck, did he change the job - was it possible at all? - or was he undercover? But, well, let's mind own business. What matters now is to get what's going on.

- "I'm not for that. Could you just let me call the Interpol HQ?"
- "Lost your phone?"
The agent searched himself. A small cell phone was in a pocket. He stared at it for a few seconds.

- "Oh, I see. Lost your mind. Cut down on parties, there are no cell masts here."

They entered the cabin, and the helmsman dialed the current Interpol UES office on the Inmarsat for Paul.
A feminine voice answered sweetly, "Hello?"
OOC: There, there is your reply!

OOC: Ill just RP Swan for now. It will also allow UES to practice a High Profile arrest. It will allow you members of Interpol to take him down. Preferably id prefer if he was taken alive as I want to RP his court case. Of course you would be invited to present Evidence at the case regarding his arrest if he was alive. That ok?

IC:

James Swan or Charles Bagshaw as he was known at The Continental Palace lay on his King Size bed sipping Pure Russian Vodka and listerning to classic Opera. Thinking of times past. On the bed side cabinet lay a 9mm Semi Automatic Pistol. Engraved on the butt was his Intials. The pistol was a gift from his father on his deathbed. The Safety was off he couldn't be careful enough what with Vetakan SIS, Interpol and just about every Bounty hunter whom had heard of the Vetakan Reward for Swan. All 10 Billion of it after him. Of course that sum was nothing comapred to what Swan himself had stolen from Vetaka's treasury.

The Oprea always calmed him as he lay thinking of good times past. It was only now that he realised hunger was dawning. Today he felt like somthing really fattening. He picked up the rooms phone and dialled "Room Service":

"Hello this is Mr Bagshaw I would like a Cheeseburger and a Good old Pot of English Tea."

"Right away came" an instant reply.
The UES Interpol agent, listening in on all calls made from Swan's room heard the request for room service. Immediatly, he called Interpol HQ. "Sir, Swan's getting hungry, he just ordered a burger." A reply came from the other end, "Ah. Even Swan eats, eh? Very well. Listen man, keep monitering his calls and location. If he leaves his room, even for a second, I want to be contacted, copy?" The Interpol agent proudly exclaimed, "yes sir. My undercover agents are planted all around the exits. He can't go anywhere or do anything without us knowing."
The man on the other line said goodbye and hung up. He then immediatly placed a call to the UES NBD (National Bureau of Defence) office. "Hello... yes sir... the suspect is still inside his room... oh, yes sir, he's being monitered... yes sir, as the prime minister ordered, we will hand over the case to you, with Interpol providing support for the arrest... very good, sir... goodbye."
OOC: The case has now been turned over to the UES NBD. The NBD is a "government enforcer" type of police division. They will handle the arrest, with Interpol agents helping out when neccessary.
Vetaka, how would you like to work this? What's your arrest style? Surround the building with cops, storm the room, gas the whole damn floor, land a helicopter on the roof and blow in, I am open to suggestions. Personally, I would attempt to blow the door down with NBD SF, then if things went hairy, I would love to rp complications.

HQ buzzed back to Rika as she was waiting in the lobby.

"The UES Bureau of Defense is sending their agent to handle the arrest, they're on the way right now in fact. Also, It seems the target ordered a cheeseburger."

Shr thought for a second, "Wait, looks like I may not need that card I swiped, look call the hotel, quietly. We need some poor room service porter getting into the thick of this like I need another hole in my chest!"

The control Shot back, "Swiped! Wait, what do you mean hole in the chest?"

"Let's just say that when someone has a hunting rifle bullet proof vest means bullet resistant, alright? But that's not really important. Look, I'll take up the burger, just make it happen. You've got 2 minutes to make it happen before I do. And please, please tell me that they're not going to all come out of a black van or even an SUV."

[OOC: I expected a bit of dialogue... we won't get far playing line by line - hook someone who knows about the mission, etc., on the line soon, and give an explanation of the situation - it will work out faster.]

A feminine voice answered sweetly, "Hello?"

- "Hello. It's agent Paul Neumann. Could you connect me to our command? I'm a little lost around somewhere, and need to get some hint and transport."

OOC: To be honest, I don't really have an arrest style. Ill let you surprise me lol.

IC:

Swan was now getting extremely hungary and for $2000 a night he had the right to get angry and moan like an old women. He snatched up the phone and dialled room service again:

"This is Mr Bagshaw. Where the hell is my burger ive been waiting a good while and im starving?"

"Of Course, Sorry Sir it will be their in a few minutes" replied a very apologetic voice

Swan walked on to his personal Balcony looking out across the City it was such a well designed City oozing sophistication. He lent over the railing and looked down on the various comings and goings. He went back inside and lay down again on the bed. It was a while since he had left the hotel room. But still he could not afford to take chances after all alive he was worth a Vetakan Reward of $10 Billion alive and his lifeless body was worth $1 Billion. He decided enough was enough he hadn't talked to anybody in a real conversation let alone have Sex with anybody. He decided he was going to go down the Bar and see if he could find an attractive women he could talk to. However first he was still waiting on his Burger and Tea.

sameal had seen rika walking into the hotel from his place on the roof. he checked his weapons again and made sure that the ropes he had rigged were secure. he sat and waited when his cell phone rang updating him letting him know that the UES forces were on there way. sameal about broke one of his rifles over his knee hearing this info thinking once again he would be left out of the action just as he had with the redtide incident.

As control was waiting, Rika saw a porter going into the elevator and she could smell the beef. Finely ages, if the UES Dept af Agriculture had an "S" rank that burger would have it.

"Lemme get back to you on that." she said to HQ as she darted into the elevator. The diminutive little man seemed startled as her inertia threw her into the wall, barely making it as the door closed. After a quick grunt she saw the receipt, Bagshaw, Charles. Perfect.

"Hey there, Terry." She said. "That's a nice uniform. I need it, now."

"Wha-what?" the startled porter stammered.

"You see it's like this. Chuckie, the guy who wants this fine burger and imported tea in a silver pot thingy that cost's more than I make in a month. He's a very bad man, and it would be a good idea if I brought his food, now strip, please?"

There was no time for subtlety, the food would grow too cold. It'd have to be a quick change. Rika tossed her jacket and rock band shirt to the side.

"Come on Terry, we're running out of time. Goddamn it my eyes are up here. God, like you've never seen a red bra before now come on boy. I don't have all day."

He didn't know why, maybe it was the absurdity of the situation, either way he handed over his uniform.

"Thanks, look, ummmm, why don't we act like this never happened. Now I need you to take my clothes down to the lobby. And I guess you can wear them if you need, just not the jacket. No one wears that but me." she told him as she pulled her Colt Python out of the back holster, "Damn, no place to put it."

Fortunately the cart had a nice, silky table cloth that nearly touched the wheels. Lifting it up she put her gun, cuffs, and spiffy new Interpol shield in one of the racks below. As the elevator hit the intended floor she stepped out. There was only one small problem now. It seemed Terry the porter was a very small man. Quite small in fact, the uniform was quite tight it seemed.

Meanwhile on the 5th floor on the elevator Rika's PDA phone sprang to life.

"Stoneman, where are you?"

"Hi, this is Terry from room service, umm. Does phone belong to the chick who just borrowed my clothes?"

Back on the 17th floor suite Rika knocked on the door.

"Room service! I've got something thick and juicy for our honoured guest."

Bagshaw was joyed to hear a knock and the arrival of room service. He quickly retrieved the Pistol and held it in his hand but concealed it around his back. It could be seen from his rear but was totally concealed from the front. He walked to the door and looked through the Spy Hole. Peering through he could see the women and the room service tray. He looked her up and down for a few seconds taking in her height, weight, injuries etc etc. Finally her opened the door and stepped back beckoning her in:

"Its about fucking time. I am starved. Leave it over their on the table and leave"

He was usually this cruel to the staff purelly because it was in his nature to do so. He hated room service not because they where all ugly men but also because they where a nightmare of a security risk. A weapon could be concealed within the cart and poison could be within the food. He had learnt all of this even how to test for poision from his time training in the British Vetakan Colonial Regiment, MI6, MI5 and SAS. He had also spent time in numerous terrorist training camps. However today was different his order had been delivered by an Attractive Women which immediatly sent alarm bells ringing. He gazed at her for abit she was either admiring the rooms elegance or checking the rooms security. As a result With his free hand he handed the girl a crisp 20 note and barked:

"Leave"

The man, he was rude to say the least. Rika took a quick look around the room. Just him from what she could tell. Armed, more than likely. That wouldn't be a hair dryer behind his back. The profile Vetatka sent over indicated he was a bit of a badass by her reckoning. A take down now, with his training, miles from backup. Not a smart idea, even by her books.

He had just finished coldly tossing her a 20 and telling her to hit the road. She put the food on the table.

Taking the cart she made her way to the doorway, she turned around to Bagshaw's direction.

"Enjoy the food, sir."

And with that she left.

"What the hell, An icy stare and a decent tip. I had to pop 3 buttons just so I could breathe in the damn thing." she said to herself as she turned the corner around the hallway. "He didn't even, I'm losing my touch. Maybe mom was right, being a cop does make you ugly over time."

She found the phone booth around the hallway by the stairwell.

"Stoneman to Interpol control. Inform the UES boys that target is alone, armed and eating a cheeseburger. I'm around the corner right now, I'll keep an eye on him for now. I'm dressed as a hotel porter, and control? You saw me at the general meeting, I'm, I'm still pretty, right?"

She grabbed a spare knife from the tray beside her gun.

"Stainless steel, perfect mirror."

He locked the door after the Room Service Attendant had left like usual he checked through the spy hole to see if the Corridoor was clear. From what he could see through the hole it was clear but Bagshaw wasn't stupid. His experiences and training in the past had taught him a lot of things. At both ends of the corridoor disguised within the walls and various artworks were two pin hole Cameras that where hooked up to Bagshaws Laptop. He replaced the pistol on its bedsize cabinet and took the food and tea to the Laptop and clicked on the Cameras Icon the cameras view came up and sure as hell the cute Room Service attendant was just round the corner looking into a knife. He watched her for a few minutes she was beautiful if he didnt say so himself. He smiled, ate the burger and drank the tea. It was lovely he expected nothing less for 2000 a night.

Once he was finished he freshened up, put on a tie, put his suit blazer and holster on. He pocketed his wallet, phone and of course the pistol. Once he was ready he checked himself in his mirror to make sure he looked good but also to check his pistol was hidden. Then he locked the Balcony door and locked his laptop with the Highest Level of Encryption. Then looked at the room remembering where everything was so when he returned he could be sure nobody had entered. He had made it clear to reception and housekeeping nobody was to enter he would do his own cleaning and leave all dishes outside of the room. He took the dishes outside of the room and left them on the floor. He then locked the door and walked to where the Attractive Room Service attendant was he nearly scared her to death as he rounded the corner. He smiled and spoke softly:

"It was lovely. Thank You my compliments to the chef. Ive left the dirty dishes outside of my door for you. If your off duty soon perhaps you could join me in the bar for a drink you look down"

Years in Intelligence and the Military had taught Bagshaw to be one bloody good actor and charmer. He wanted to find out this girls true purpose here. One of Bagshaws expertise as a solider was his ability to spot a Spook, Cop, Soilder or Bounty Hunter. He had to be an expert especially during the Civil War. He pressed the Elevator Button it opened he entered turned on his heel pressed the button for the lobby smiled and said:

"Good Bye. Cutie Maybe see you later"

With that the elevator doors closed and the Lift desended the floors to the lobby.

"Shit, he's good!" Rika thought to herself. She knew that if she lost him now he'd be a slippery target for sure.

The elevator was going down, how far, no idea. But the young detective had no choice. She grabbed her shield and and cuffs and pocketed them. Nowhere to hide the gun, she'd just have to hope for the best and head for the lobby. It seemed to be the central nexus, and it was the best guess she had.

Gun in hand Rika darted down the stairs. It was a long way to go but if one takes the stairs in a hurry it's often faster than the elevator.

As the Elevator doors opened James Swan aka Charles Bagshaw as he was known here sweeped out from the Lift and across the great lobby of the Seven Star Hotel he was staying within. He had spent 3 months as a guest of the Hotel. He liked it here he as of yet he dare not to call it home. As he walked from the lobby and into the bar he orderd a drink. He always made sure that he ordered a different drink everytime he went so not to become predictable to any watching spook. With the relentless pursuit of Vetakan SIS and numerous bounty hunters he couldnt be to careful.

Once his drink had arrived which today was a glass of Red Wine he went and sat down at his normal place which was in a small corner of the huge bar. His corner was in closed in 3 sides with walls and on the forth the enterance to the alcove was shadowed by a plant it was perfectly accessible yet shadowed enough to conceal him from Sniper Fire, CCTV Cameras and from anybody whom might want to watch him. The good thing about this spot was that he could still see the lobby and elevators from his position so he could see if 50 Police Officers suddenly flooded the lobby. Since spending time within the hotel he had explored it vigoursly usually within the dead of night. This not only practiced his skills as a spook and a soilder but also enabled him to totally know his surroundings so that in the event he had to leave quickly he could so using a variety of exits. Furthermore 3 months in the hotel had enabled him to plant certain items around the hotel. For example he had hidden a Parachute and 200 in cash in an old forgotten maintence room underneath the Helipad of the hotel on the roof. He had also fitted numerous pin hole cameras and had even planted the odd pistol about the place.

He had also planted a small device he had picked up during his escape from Vetaka it had been developed by Vetakan SIS Q-Store it was called a "sleeping beauty" the device had been fitted during one of Bagshaws nightly operations to the Hotels Central Computer Systerm. Altough it wasn't active once Bagshaw dialled into it he could view and control anything the system controlled. So if need be he could control the fire alarm or dial into any CCTV camera. The beauty of the device was that the "Host System" didn't attack it or register it as an external hack purely because the "host" registered it as been part of its own system to the Hotel Computer and to most security employees it was invisable just a small black box connected to alot of other black boxes and wires. Within the Mainframe Room The only way it could be discovered was if the Systems Expert where to make a spot check even then he would have to look very carefully.

As he sat their slowly drinking his wine he wished he could stop this. He wished he could stop having to be constantly being alert and ready for a possible shoot out or chase.

OOC: Sorry about the rant if "sleeping beauty" is unfesiable please just say and ill edit.

To say Rika was winded by the tiem she bounded out of the exit was an understatement. She looked up at the elevator, 5th floor and coming down hard. Looking at the front desk there was Terry the tiny porter, in her pants.

"Good man, didn't wear the jacket." she said as she darted over to him, nearly tackling the flabbergasted employee as she shoved him into the service door.

"You, I nearly got fir...." he tried to blurt out as Riak cut him off.

"Yeah, yeah, sorry lad. Justice calls. I need my stuff back now."

"What?"

The next minute was a mad exchange and by the time Rika had the jacket on she saw Bagshaw heading to the lounge on the hotel monitor. By this time poor Terry was in autopilot mode. Perhaps it was the shock of a crazy woman ambushing him in the elevator, stealing his uniform and food, re-ambushing him as he was trying to expalin it to the front desk and was now making him hold her gun while she adjusted her jacket. Ralph, the security guard in the room thought it was the funniest thing ever, but was able to contian his laughter for now.

"Thanks again, Terry." she said while holstering her gun, "You're a pretty good sport, ya know?"

He went into the bar last she saw, Rika couldn't lose him now. She slammed the door and threw the access card back at the desk agent she "borrowed" it from previously.

"You can take this job and cram it!"

Making sure that that statement could be heard form the top flor she entered the lounge, belly up to the bar.

"Gimme the hardest thing you have cut with the classiest thing ya have." she told the bartender while slamming down the 20 Bagshaw gave her,in the corner table was her man.

Bingo.

Bagshaw sipped his wine and watched as the room service girl suddenly came into view at the bar was now dressed in clothes that made her stand out from the formal wear of the other women. She was attractive before in her room service uniform but now she was just red hot and sexy. A smouldering temptess he wanted her. He hadn't had sex in a while. However is spook radar was going mental. Their wasn't a chance in hell that she was a Room Service Attendant. She was either a spook, cop, bounty hunter or all three. He thought he had lost the ever pursuing enemy of Vetakan SIS Omega Unit (SWAN Hunt Team), Interpol or the army of Bounty Hunters whom chased Swan. He couldn't blame the Bounty Hunters really. Swan was worth 10 Billion alive and 1 Billion dead.

Bagshaw decided to take a risk he hadn't felt the adrenaline of the sitiuation in a long while so he decided to shake things up and throw the Spook Rule Book out of the window for abit in he called over a wondering waiter. He took a peice of paper from the waiters note book and wrote a message. He then handed the waiter a crisp 10 and ordered him to take the message to the girl:

"Are you Hungry after your shift? Your Beautiful. Can I buy your dinner cutie?"

He handed the note and the cash to the waiter and then whispered:

"Take the note to girl at the bar over their and wait for a reply that may or may not come?"

Rika took a slow sip of the liquid monstrosity the barman had cooked up for her. She could see him doing something but didn't want to turn around for fear of blowing what little cover she had leat. A waiter came over with a note, mildly curious she gave it a glance.

"Sweet Elvis!" she spurted out, this would have not been all that bad. Had the vile beverage not been partway down her throat at the time. After a quick coughing spasm she read it once more.

"Are you Hungry after your shift? You're Beautiful. Can I buy your dinner cutie?"

Bagshaw, her target. The most wanted man in town, or at least the most wanted man in the room, was hitting on her. She sat there for a moment mulling it over and sweating enough bullets to outfit a Rambo movie. If he left now, before the UES stike team, the job was hooped. If he found another girl she was a hostage.

Rika took a moment and shot Bagshaw back a raised eyebrow and an interested look.

"I can do this," she thought to herself, "I can keep him here. I am Julie Newmar with a badge. I am a pistol packing Shirley Manson. I am Rico Suave, or wait. Rika Suave, there we go. Just lock eyes, do the walk. Let's do this thing."

A man dressed in hotel bar staff clothes called out, "Is... a Ms. Rika (sorry bud, forgot the last name) here?" His eyes connected with a woman who responded to Rika. "Please come here m'am, we have an urgent call for you at the bar," he said raising a landline phone attached at the bar.

OOC: Have Rika answer the phone and I'll explain what I hope to do.

"Is... a Ms. Rika Stoneman here?" called the man behind the bar. Rika looked over at Bagshaw.

"Cool your jets for a while." she said over to his table.

She then sauntered up to the bar and grabbed the receiver. Casting an instant scowl on her face she said.

"Hello mother," Rika shot out in her most flippant of tones. "Guess you've heard. Turns out the service biz just ain't my gig. What do you want, now?"

"Is... a Ms. Rika Stoneman here?" called the man behind the bar. Rika looked over at Bagshaw.

"Cool your jets for a while." she said over to his table.

She then sauntered up to the bar and grabbed the receiver. Casting an instant scowl on her face she said.

"Hello mother," Rika shot out in her most flippant of tones. "Guess you've heard. Turns out the service biz just ain't my gig. What do you want, now?"
A very calm voice answered her on the other line. "Listen to me Ms. Stoneman, you may be our only hope of ending this whole thing quickly and painlessly. We by now have men all over the building. We have an emergency squad down the block. If an emergency occurs, they can respond within 30 seconds. Now that that has been said... as I speak to you, we are bugging the suspects room. We have over eight snipers targeting in on the suspect's room's windows, and countless men entering dressed as hotel staff. So, you have back up if needed.
As I speak to you, Roger is giving you his clip-on button." Sure enough, as the voice spoke, the bartender walked around Rika so that nobody could see him clip a small button into the inside of her pocket.
The voice continued, "this button is a transmitter. It can hear everything you say. Also, if you encounter an emergency, push the small button on it's side. This will alert our men.
Now please, this is not a forced mission. If you wish, you may walk away right now, and our men will take care of the arrest. If you accept to attempt to take down the suspect, you will have back-up all of the way, and should your mission turn successful, you will most definately be rewarded by your and my nations. Should it be a failure, resulting in your death, we will say you attempted to pursue the suspect alone, refusing back-up, potentially causing your own demise. Please speak if you understand so far."
Rika spoke another few words about her ficticious conversation with her mother.
The the voice finished, "thank you. Now, if you choose to accept our proposal to take down the suspect, please say "thanks mom" and hang up. If you wish to pull out, and have our men move in right now, please say "thank you mother" and leave immediatly so we may take action at once."
The voice waited for her words...

OOC: Hope not to be too confusing. It's understood that my UES guys are in contact with the "voice" on the phone. Should anything go wrong, "voice" will alert them and save you... hopefully.

sameal glanced over the ledge and noticed a few snipers taking positions on the other roof tops. he slammed his fist into the roof " damn it im gonna miss out on the action." he stood up and grabbed his gear bag and headed down the stairs. still dressed in the janitors coveralls he headed into a back area and found a janitors cart slowly pushing it out into the lobby he did his best to look like a janitor. he had stashed his gear bag in the cart before bringing it out so if things got out of control he would have his gear close by. he dropped a wet floor sign down and slow started mopping a small section of floor as he scanned around the lobby. he caught a glimpse of what he knew had to be rika standing near the bar the phone. he continued to slowly mopped the floor and decided to hang back not sure what was going on he was just glad to see she was safe.

Rika listened to the man on the phone. He did give her an out, it was generous to say the least. But this was what she did. Being a cop, she knew the risks and accepted them gladly the moment she put on the badge.

Besides, she figured, as long as he didn't stick a bayonet through her forearm, attack her with a branding iron, bite her or try to set her on fire this wold still go more swimmingly than a few of her busts.

"Thanks, mom!" she yelled into the phone as she threw the receiver at the wall. Interpol would cover the costs, she hoped. And it was necessary to play the game for a few seconds more.

"You, big spender!" she called to Bagshaw as she sauntered over to his table. "You wanna get lucky? Show that cow I will, bitch thinks she can run my life from a thousand miles away."

By this time she was waving and flailing about, to say she was making a scene was a slight understatement at this time.

"I'm taking you to your room, no negotiations, you got no choice. Time for some hot, nasty, scalding....." She said as her last motion flung the large creamer pot at Bagshaw. He ducked expertly but it gave enough time for her to draw her gun and level it at him.

"You blink the wrong way and I'll blast you all over that cheapass Monet print behind you."

Interpol's armourer had spent the last week or so trying to get Rika to switch her trusty revolver for one of the plentiful 9mm semi autos. As she pulled back the hammer on her Python, she was glad she didn't make the switch.

"James Swan, you're under arrest. So how's about putting those hands on your head for me, eh?"

Everything happened very quickly the situation had become sour very quickly. Bagshaws early instinct had been right the sexy girl was a Spook perhaps in years to come Training Spooks would read the situation as a case study. Bagshaw was impressed he slowly stood up smiling still holding his half filled glass of wine he began:

"Your Good. Your Very good ill give you that. I have to ask before I surrender so easily though. Who are you girl? and Which agency are you from? Vetakan SIS? UES Intel? Interpol? or are you some two bit private eye? A Python wow I use to have one of them but it malfunctioned a few years back. The Hammer went. So how are we going to play this? You really think a man in my position will surrender so easily?"

It was only now that his phone began to vibrate on the table he looked at it thier flashing on his phone was a text message which read a single word a Alarm. This meant sombody had opened the door and tripped a sensor on the rear of his rooms door. This was just what he needed he looked up and smiled:

"Well before you deny it you have acomplicies and needless to say they are trying to either secure or bug my room. I advise them to leave if they want to live. As a man in my position hardly leaves his room without a plentyful amount of C4 armed. I like you so here is what im going to do we are going to have a chase....."

Suddenly bagshaw sent his wine glass at the girls face it was point blank range she tried to dodge it but it hits target. Bagshaw flung himself over the table knocking her to the floor. He kicked the pyhton away drew his own weapon and fired into the air causing chaos. He then sprinted away and into a service corridoor. His nightly OP's had proved invauable as he ran towards the laundry on arrival he holstered his gun and then hid between 2 large trolleys of towels. He opened his MDA phone and dailled into the "sleeping beauty" it took just a few seconds to access he views the CCTV and saw by now Armed Personnel where everywhere this was going to be tough but he was up for the challenge. All of the exits bar 1 where guarded by menacing UES Guards. The only option was the roof and the Parachute Jump. He check his route in his mind and then went back to the MDA he initated a Sub Routine he had wrote a while ago it wouldnt take long for the UES to overide it but it would cause considerable Chaos enough for him to escape. He accessed it and iniated it on a countdown of 1 minute he then snuck to the Lundary Lift that was used to send clean linen and sorts to any floors. He opened the hatch and got in he checked the MDA 10 Seconds. It counted down to ZERO before launching at that moment the Hotels Central Security Computer System did a number of things at exactly the same time:

1) The Fire Alarm was activated
2) The Sprinkler System activated Soaking people
3) The Lifts and elevators would descend to the lobby and their doors would open and would fail to respond to any instructions. However the Lundary lift would do the opposite it would acsend to the floor directly below the Roof.
4) The Security System would shut down.
5) The Power supply with the exception of the Mainframe, Fire Alarm and Sprinkler would shut off
6) Bagshaws Laptop would automatically delete itself. The C4 underneath the bed would detonate. This was a small amount designed to kill anybody in the room and to destroy its contents as much as possible so to limit any possible trail.

This Sub Routine was only a number of Commands it wasn't protected with a password or encryption purelly because it would of been discovered. It would only take the Overide Password to stop these Commands. It had been designed to cause chaos and buy the time Bagshaw needed to escape from the Hotel. The chase was one. The Laundry lift began to acsend to the floor below the roof. In the Sub Light of the lift Bagshaw checked his weapon and was ready for the chase. He felt so alive.

OOC: Again if you don't accept or belive its feasible please say and ill edit accordingly

Rika picked herself up, Bagshaw, Swan, whoever he was he'd made a right fool of her and she was none too pleased. Scanning the room she saw him duck into the service door. Her gun landed in the middle of someone's Ceasar salad. It was sticky but servicable and she the handle a quick wipedown as she burst into the door.

The hotel shook, an explosion? There was the team, that little.....

"The team, they, no!"

The areas was still chaos, cooks and porters and waiters were running aroung like headless chickens. In the middle of the fray she saw him, or rather his legs. Inside the dumbwaiter as it shot up.

"Bastard!" she screamed while runnung and pushing her way through the crowded pasageway. She got there in time to watch it shoot up and up and up.

Rika saw the cable that was going up with the pint sized elevator. Without a second thought, she jumped in and grabbed it. The tightly wound cable burned, it cut, it hurt. The pain was unbearable, she didn't care.

The very small service elevator arrived at its destination directly below the roof. Swan got out and immediatly drew is weapon and secured his surroundings. He then moved quickly and swiftly through the silent floor eventually he arrived to a small circular stairwell that was blocked by a locked door. A bright yellow sign on the read "Helipad Authorized Personnel Only" the door was locked with a simple padlock and chain. As a result Bagshaw shot it off. He ripped the chain off and took the stairs to the roof once their he ran to the Old Forgotten cupboard that was underneath a flight of steps to a raised platform that was the Helipad. He ripped open the door and retrieved the Parachute. He would of checked it but he didn't have the time he just had to trust it. He quickly put the chute on and then retrieved the rest of his stash which was 4 Bright Red Smoke Grenades. He quickly through one down the circular stairs and one to the lower floor to blind and hopefully choke any chasing ladies that might be their. He then let one off on the roof to block the shot of any Back Up External Sniper unit. He then walked calmy to the edge and peered over. He always hated heights..........

OOC: Feel free to burst through fog and get a shot off.

Rika burst out of the laundy chute one floor below the proper elevator. There were't any handles on the inside of the shaft, that meant there was a lot of frantic kicking to force the door open.

After landing with a thud on the floor she looked at her hands, a nice, raw, line on each one where she grabbed the cable. No time for pain, not now.

Rika grabbed her Python, the mild coating of salad dressing it had burned to the touch in her hands. No time for pain, not now she kept telling herslef.

A gunshot, then a few more, upstairs.

Rika bolted up the stairs which were engulfed in a cloud of red smoke. Through the darkness she saw a silhoutte.

Baghsaw, she knew it.

Without a second thought she put three shots into his back, the parachute caught the flying lead, nut not the force behind it. She took advantage to launch herself at him while he was off balance.

They both hit the roof, hard.

"How many!" she yelled out as she cracked him in the face with her gun.

"How many were in that room you blew!" another blow.

figuring it would be the only place they could be heading sameal ran up the flights of stairs. he sprinted upwards as he neared the top he pulled the new Jackhammer Mk3A1 shotgun that his men had sent in a recent package from home. he slammed a drum of ammo into the weapon as he reached the roof access door.sameal cough away the smoke from the smoke bombs as he exited onto the roof. sameal watched as rika mashed bagshaw to the ground.

Bagshaw it the ground hard the girl hit him in the the face with her python. It was hard to say the least. He tried to throw her off him but she wasn't going anywhere. It was only now that felt the warm sensation in his back which in turn suggested a gun shot wound. He relaxed it was only then did the girl bark:

"How many!"

"How many were in that room you blew!"

"How the Fuck should I know?" replied Bagshaw.

"Bottom line is im a wanted man and a man in my position has contingency's furthermore they shouldn't of been their. We all know the risks of our work. We all knew the risks when we decided upon that course. Each and everyone of them knew of the risk to enter a room of a Spook. Im sure you have read my file did you really think id trust my cover, my life to a simple oak hotel room door." replied Bagshaw

The girl looked stunned for a moment. Perhaps it was the fact that he was right it was then that a man burst through the smoke carrying a Shotgun Bagshaw carried on:

"Congratulations are in Order. Congratulations you have caught one of the Worlds most wanted men and alive as well. Hand me to my scrumbag subjects and you will be repaid with 10 Billion NS assuming that kid with the Shoty is with you thats 5 Billion each. You could retire. Before you ask I am the rightful leader of Vetaka those people are all my slaves each and every single Vetakan is mine they are still subjects of Her Majesty and such are Subjects of me. Now I have a proposal for you. You can hand me over to British Colony of Vetaka and earn 10 Billion NS or you can let me go and I can give both you and your buddy here 10 Billion each what do you say?"

"You think this is about money?" Rika said.

"I," she continued, "didn't become a cop for the money. For all I know someone I've talked to, someone I waved at, someone I shot the shit with is lying in pieces in your room. And you have the nerve."

She planted the barrel between his eyes. The cable had cut her hands something fierce and a slight red drip was flowing down each of the young investigators palms. He had the unmitigated to gall to try and bribe her, she was shaking.

It wasn't out of fear, or excitement, it was sheer unbridled rage.

"Sammy," she called to Samael, "Sammy! Cuff this rat bastard. Cuff him now before something that'll haunt me later."

Her gun stayed where it was, she wanted him to move, she wanted him to do something, anything that would justify killing him in cold blood.

sameal walked over towards rika. he slung the shotgun over shoulder and knelt down putting a knee on Bagshaw shoulder pressing him into the roof. he reach up and put his hand on rikas shoulder" ill get from here rika just calm down killing him aint gonna bring um back". sameal reached down and flipped Bagshaw onto his stomach and pulled out a pair of hand cuffs wrenching Bagshaws arms behind him he cuffed them together behind his back and drew out a pair of leg shackles place them on Bagshaws ankles connect the leg shackles with the handcuffs with another chain. sameal reached into one of his cargo pockets and pulled out some gauze wraps and tossed them towards rika. " get the wounds covered up before they get infected".

As the kid strode towards Bagshaw and slung the weapon over his shoulder he rolled Bagshaw over and began to place the cuffs when he heard that first Click of the cuffs it began to dawn on him that his Runaway lifestyle was coming to and end. He turned his head to look at the man placing the cuffs:

"What about you Samuel? You got kids? They can be expensive you know? I can give you more money then you will ever know. All you have to do is knock this girl out and ill make it happen. Think about it? No more policework? You could retire at your young age. Think about it the world could be your oyaster? What you say? All you gotta do is knock her out. Ill say I knocked her out and then parachuted off the building?"

OOC sorry guys i lost the URL and ya can't find anything on the international incedents page.

IC as welsh suctioncupped not straight up, or from an overhanging girder, but aruond from the back he murmered darkly "how was i supposed to know that she was gong to do this whole thing on the little ear phones. i ca't read minds! now they want me to go into the probally flaming, probally loaded with another charge, probaly noctios, probally alot more stuff room to get the idiot that went into our enemy's room while he was running around the hotel flirtin' with Rika." so as he climed into the hole in the wall he first examined the room. he saw lots of damage support beams crushing chairs fire spitting from a nearby outlet, but no person. that could mean that he was disintagrated, but with J's luck it was not possible he was going to have to go in there...

OOC: Zonon 8 their was only enough C4 to fuck up the room enough to remove any threat if your boys where lucky they could of survied if the where on the opposite side of the Old Oak Bathroom door.

OOC: All how am I doing? Never RP'd a Baddie before hehehe

OOC: Really sorry I have not posted. I attempted to the past two days, but I got a "You are unable to access the following URL" message and couldn't get to the page, much less post.

IC: "Attention all units, we have gunfire! Move in immediatly!" Within two seconds, over 10 police cars on standby several blocks away as well as countless NBD vans pulled up in front of the hotel. Several SCT rushed inside the building, with guns raised as the police used their M302 grenade launchers to launch smoke missiles and tear gas capsules inside the building through the windows.
The squad of SCT entered the bar/lounge. The squad commander radioed, "Holy crap, this place is a mess. No sign of them. We'll go up to his room."
The entire hotel was engulfed in chaos. Between the fire alarms going off and occasional gunshot, there was nothing on the hotel guests' minds other than survival.
A pre-launched NBD UH-60 Black Hawk helicopter was in the air circling around the building. The pilot radioed in a few minutes into the chaos, "we've got bodies on the thermal imaging. It could be them..." The helicopter came in close to the roof. "It looks like things may be under control, we'll continue circling. Get a squad up here"
By now the squad had reached the suspects room. The commander immediatly sent in, "This place is a war zone. The room has undergone a explosion. It looks like the rooms around it may have also been damaged." One of his men moved a peice of door and threw it down on the floor, which creaked and shook. "The floor is unstable in some parts, and the windows are blown out onto the street. Get some medics down where the windows fell and up here, their may be some live bodies under the debris."
"Copy that SCT. Change objective, we have the cops handling safety of the hotel guests, so you guys only have to get the suspect, if that other agent hasn't already gotten him. Move in on the suspect immediatly."

Annabell was at a local club. Not really drinking as that was forbidden in AA but rather watching what little news there was on the Hurricane Ravaging her home of Aqua Anu. The UES apparently didn't care much about it. The call went out a distress call. She threw some cash down and ran out to her car. She hit the gass petal and raced down the street siren blaring. She was a professional SWAT officer, so she had an advantage. She picked up the radio and called into it "This is Agent Scott, what's happening?"

Rika started crudely bandaging her hands. The adrenaline was wearing off now. She had time to contemplate things, to feel the pain. It burned, it felt like her hands on fire. The elevator cable diced her mitts up pretty good. A deep cut crossed with the mother of all rope burns.

She could barely hold the roll of gauze.

Before they could blink the NBD tac team was on the roof. The chopper had managed to blow most of the acrid smoke away.

Rika was trying to wrap up her hands but it was no good. The rush was gone and all of that past due pain came flooding in. She dropped the roll of gauze with an audible grunt.

"Dammit!" she yelled clutching her hands, which didn't work as well since they both had a nice big gash runing across the palms.

"You alright?" asked one of the assaulters.

"How many were in the room?" she shot back.

"What?"

"Just answer the question!" Rika said, "How many people were in that blast I heard from his room? Please, I need to know. How many?"

He just stood there for a second, the report came in as the team was heading up for the roof.

"Three men down, five more are pretty critical."

Rika dropped to her knees, the news floored her.

"It's my fault." she lightly spoke, "he got the drop on me in the bar. Your men, it's..."

OOC: Vetaka, very good as a baddie. Swan was a crafty target, the best kind.

sameal crushed his knee into the back of bagshaws neck " dont even talk to dirt bag id gladly cut your throat open right here if it wouldn't be a waste of talented police work". sameal handed over bagshaw to the assault team that had arrived on the roof and went to check on rika.

"Can I bribe any anybody to let me free?" shouted Bagshaw to the people whom where now watching over him and generally abusing him.

As he lay their on the floor he realised that it was over and then he realised that he was going back to Vetaka. He began to struggle and shout:

"Don't hand me over to the those Betraying Vetakan Pigs. I demand I be tried in the United Ed States for all of my charges. The Vetakans are my slaves and any trial of myself their will just serve to upset my loyal slaves. The Dominion of Vetaka you know is a illegal. It was founded out of Rebellion by the scum of the earth that is the Vetaka Freedom Movement led by the true criminal in this affair Daniel Gary Pearce Vetaka is trully known and always be known as the Great British Empire Dominion of Vetaka. Led by Her Majesty the Queen and Commanded by her blood desendant which is Myself Govenor-General James Swan. I demand that you let me go on the authority of Her Majesty the Queen of the United Kingdom. Vetaka is mine and their people are my People."

It was only then that one of the Interpol agents hit him with the butt of the rifle.

OOC: UES do you want to charge him if not ill send a Vetakan Transport Flight to take him off your hands. As you can see he is some what mentally incapable.

Rika's usual unrelenting bravado was gone by the time Samael made his way to her.

"Sammy," she said, "I fucked up. I went through this in my usual stupid as all hell bull in a china shop way. Those cops, in that room. I can't face the others. I should have been faster."

as james saw the agents enter the room he said "oh comon! by the time i scaled the building they told you to go in throught the front door! don't you know that that door could be triggered to an even bigger explosive that would blow us all to oblivion??? i lost half a dozen to that trick, so when i was sent in here i vowed that I would not be caught by that trap!" he fumed for a few minutes and then dissmissed them. "i don' need no fliipin' bumble butts to blow me up! i just need to find some evi...dence." he said as he found in a little alcove something of much much importance...

"you did what you could rika. he is caught now and will pay for crimes". sameal reached down and patted rikas shoulder he looked over and motioned for one of the medics to come give him a hand. they helped rika up and lead her down to an ambulance downstairs so she could get her hands treated. " you worry about those hands and stop blaming yourself'.

New INTERPOL CASE


The Empire of Maraque is having difficulties with Terrorism against the monarch. They have stated they would like the aid of Interpol in their matters to apprehend all criminals

http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=520194

Annabell was at a local club. Not really drinking as that was forbidden in AA but rather watching what little news there was on the Hurricane Ravaging her home of Aqua Anu. The UES apparently didn't care much about it. The call went out a distress call. She threw some cash down and ran out to her car. She hit the gass petal and raced down the street siren blaring. She was a professional SWAT officer, so she had an advantage. She picked up the radio and called into it "This is Agent Scott, what's happening?"
Just reminding all, the UES is currently holding up laws of prohibition, banning almost all forms of alcohol in public and some private places.

"Can I bribe any anybody to let me free?" shouted Bagshaw to the people whom where now watching over him and generally abusing him.

As he lay their on the floor he realised that it was over and then he realised that he was going back to Vetaka. He began to struggle and shout:

"Don't hand me over to the those Betraying Vetakan Pigs. I demand I be tried in the United Ed States for all of my charges. The Vetakans are my slaves and any trial of myself their will just serve to upset my loyal slaves. The Dominion of Vetaka you know is a illegal. It was founded out of Rebellion by the scum of the earth that is the Vetaka Freedom Movement led by the true criminal in this affair Daniel Gary Pearce Vetaka is trully known and always be known as the Great British Empire Dominion of Vetaka. Led by Her Majesty the Queen and Commanded by her blood desendant which is Myself Govenor-General James Swan. I demand that you let me go on the authority of Her Majesty the Queen of the United Kingdom. Vetaka is mine and their people are my People."

It was only then that one of the Interpol agents hit him with the butt of the rifle.

OOC: UES do you want to charge him if not ill send a Vetakan Transport Flight to take him off your hands. As you can see he is some what mentally incapable.
Ha ha. Lol. You obviously don't know the UES then. Criminals are viewed as crap and treated as such. Swann would have been bludgeoned several times with the butt of a rifle at first sight, just to prevent possible escape.

IC: The troopers slapped handcuffs on the criminal and then proceeded to kick him over to the stairs. By now, regular police and medics were arriving on the roof. The commander of the TAC squad radioed, "Send up some men. The suspect is in custody. Situation OK."

OOC: I do not wish to charge him, but I'd definately like to see the asshole hang. You can take him, but please feel free ask me to get involved in the trial, if you so choose.
New INTERPOL CASE


The Empire of Maraque is having difficulties with Terrorism against the monarch. They have stated they would like the aid of Interpol in their matters to apprehend all criminals

http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=520194
Get approval from Maraque for Interpol engagement, and I'll add it.

-approved-

As news broke in Vetakan SIS Headquarters that the nemisis of Vetaka James Swan had been captured in UES by Interpol the cheers had been deafening it was especially pleasing since it was the first good news Vetaka would get since the loss of the its first President Daniel Pearce to communist murder. A converted transport jet had taken off immediatly from the Vetakan Capital of Theeb in the middle of the night bound for the UES to retrieve and finally bring to justice the Scumbag that was Swan.

The Jet was converted to carry a number of passengers and 1 heavily guarded prisoner. The jet was actually the property of Vetakan Mental Health Unit had been designed to carry such people whom needed maximum protection from other people and themselves todays flight was carrying 30 Armed VDF 101 Commando Troops a Commando and highly trained unit of the Vetakan Special Forces. For them this mission would be easy a walk in the park. The group was under the command of the VDF Supreme Operational Commander Jonathon Stone a man whom new the Swan very well. Stone was still mourning like most people the loss of Pearce whom would of been over the mood to hear of Swans capture. The plane had been in the air for hours and as such began its descent and eventually landed at the UES airport. As Stone and his men departed the plane was immediatly refuelled to fly back. Stone was then met by UES representatives whom took him and his unit to a secure room as he entered he saw Swan immediatly the Vetakan Troops immediatly took up positions around Swan and then Stone began:

"Please identify yourself? Are you James Swan?" orderd Stone.

"I am. I demand that you free me Slave" replied a snarling Swan.

"Shut up. Its over Swan and now you will pay the price for what you have done" replied an angry Stone.

"James Swan under Arrest Warrant 124 of the Dominion of Vetaka on the order of the President of Vetaka representing the People of Vetaka you are hearby arrested. Under article 6 of the Warrant you will not be granted bail at all. You will now be transported to The Dominion of Vetaka to face trial under Article 7 of the Warrant the case against you has already been made and trial will begin as soon as is possible. Do you understand?" barked a now angry Stone."

"Fuck you Stone. Fuck Pearce. Fuck Vetaka Fuck the Dominion" spat Swan

Stone then lost his temper and drew his pistol taking the saftey off he put it in the face of Swan and snarled:

"Don't you fucking dare mention Pearce's name hes dead because some mentally incapable Communist decided it would benifit all Communists. Now you better start co-operating or its going to get rough"

Before Swan was even able to reply a Vetakan guard injected Swan with a sedative it had been decided to sedate Swan for the journey between the room and the plane. As Swan went under he was transferred to a stretcher and cuffed he was also given Oxygen then taken to the plane. It was 7:00 in the evening UES time it would be around 4 in the morning Vetakan time when the arrived Vetaka was about to awake to the best news it could possibly here. As the Vetakan party left the room Stone turned to the UES representative bowed his head:

"Thank You. You don't know what you have done for us. We will never forget it" he handed a package to the rep and left.

The Letter:

Official Dominion of Vetaka Diplomatic Message:

To: UES/Interpol
From: Office of the Dominion of Vetaka President Roxanne Wright

The United Ed States and Interpol will forever have our gratitude for the arrest of Vetaka's greatest enemy he will now face justice for all of the crimes he has committed. The Dominion can not thank you enough. Attached to this letter is cheque for a total of $16 Billion NS. 10 Billion is the promised reward to Interpol. 1 Billion is compensation to the UES Servicemen whom gave their lives in Swans bomb attack in his hotel room. 1 Million is for the Continental 7 Star hotel to cover any damages. The rest is to be give to Interpol agents themselves especially agents I only know as Rika and Samuel whom carried out the arrest.

I would also like to warmly invite an injuryed UES/Interpol personnel and the famillies to Vetaka to enjoy an all expenses and all inclusive holiday complex in Vetaka on the Vetakan Golden Sands island a 7 Star holiday complex that specialises in injury recovery for as long as it takes them to recover. Vetaka would also like to offer the use of the Vetakan Defence Force and any of its assets including Vetakan Special Forces and the Elite Vetakan Scout, Recon and Counter-Terrorist forces for any of Interpols missions in the future.

I and the Vetakan People can not thank you all enough for your actions.

Yours Dominion of Vetaka President Roxanne Wright.

Attached:

1 Cheque for the amount of 16 Billion
1 Holiday Leaflet entitled "Golden Sands Getaway"

OOC: didnt want to start a new thread for this, so I'll post it up in here. It relates to a Yellow Notice you have out issued by Kanami some time ago.

IC:

Stevid Capita
Night had come early to the Stevidian capital, but the vibrant city was no less busy than during daylight –there was a war on after all. Rain pelted down on the many roads that crisscrossed the bustling metropolis leaving shimmering puddles in the glare of the thousands of lights that adorned the routes.

On just one of those leading into the city came a column of four camoflauge painted Humvees. Since the start of the War of the Golden Succession they had not been a rare sight around Stevid, the IH flag flying clearly from the pennants that adorned at least one vehicle in every convoy. The column had its windscreen wipers on the fastest settings, but visibility was still poor through the bullet proof windshield. Inside the Marines all wore ponchos, the turret hatch was closed but occasionally leaked and whilst technically being naval infantry they didn’t want to get wet if it could be avoided. One of the passengers in the second vehicle was however not afforded the luxury of a poncho, she just wore some standard female clothing that had been purchased for her some time before. She was ignored by most the Marines around her, or at least seemed to be, she was after all technically an enemy combatant. Duchess Shino of Aurora Island looked out of her window at the city that she had never seen before and would probably never see again once her visit here was over.

In the third vehicle were two others, Kanami journalists who had been taken with the Duchess on Aurora Island some week before. Since then IH Marines had secured and then left the island in the midst of a forceful hurricane and the subsequent assumption by the IH Defence Department and military that Kanami was no longer a country worthy of that much attention, nor indeed any form of military action against it.

After some time the four vehicles took an exit off of the main road and threaded their way along between city blocks before turning into the entrance of a reasonable hotel in the downtown district of the capital, about ten minutes drive from the airport. As the vehicles pulled up into the covered area next to the main doors the porters and reception staff were ushered into back rooms by Stevidian police and IH Diplomatic Security Staff so they didn’t witness the Duchess’s arrival.

The Marine Captain in charge of the small column talked briefly with the lead DSS agent before nodding and speaking a few words into his personal radio. With that the Marines in the two middle vehicles informed their charges that this was their destination and helped them out of the vehicles in a dignified but not particularly friendly manner. Suited men greeted them and the three were taken under heavy escort to the fifth floor of the hotel which was completely reserved by the DSS and then placed in three separate rooms. Little did they know that this was only the beginning of their journey back to their homeland. As the Marines downstairs reboarded their vehicles and left the following message was broadcast to the Interpol headquarters in The United Ed States.


Attention Interpol.

Regarding the Yellow Notice issued by Kanami regarding the enemy combatant Duchess Shino and the two Kanami citizens that have accompanied her into our custody:

The three persons detailed above are in IH custody pending an investigation into possible international crimes committed by said individuals on the IH territory Aurora Island. Whilst Aurora was only IH territory for a short term they were arrested and have been held in military custody until appropriate civilian law enforcement bodies could be provided for their internment.
This message has been delivered out of courtesy to Interpol to inform them of the location of the supposedly kidnapped Duchess, we had no legal obligation to do so as we do not recognise this body. We are however considering asking Kanami for the $150,000 reward for further information relating to the Duchess.

-The IH State Department

Wow. There is suddenly a lot happening in Interpol.
Ok then. First order of buisiness, I suppose, is the vote.
So, members of Interpol, let's here it. Should we get involved in Maraque, if so, how so, and to what extent?

As news broke in Vetakan SIS Headquarters that the nemisis of Vetaka James Swan had been captured in UES by Interpol the cheers had been deafening it was especially pleasing since it was the first good news Vetaka would get since the loss of the its first President Daniel Pearce to communist murder. A converted transport jet had taken off immediatly from the Vetakan Capital of Theeb in the middle of the night bound for the UES to retrieve and finally bring to justice the Scumbag that was Swan.

The Jet was converted to carry a number of passengers and 1 heavily guarded prisoner. The jet was actually the property of Vetakan Mental Health Unit had been designed to carry such people whom needed maximum protection from other people and themselves todays flight was carrying 30 Armed VDF 101 Commando Troops a Commando and highly trained unit of the Vetakan Special Forces. For them this mission would be easy a walk in the park. The group was under the command of the VDF Supreme Operational Commander Jonathon Stone a man whom new the Swan very well. Stone was still mourning like most people the loss of Pearce whom would of been over the mood to hear of Swans capture. The plane had been in the air for hours and as such began its descent and eventually landed at the UES airport. As Stone and his men departed the plane was immediatly refuelled to fly back. Stone was then met by UES representatives whom took him and his unit to a secure room as he entered he saw Swan immediatly the Vetakan Troops immediatly took up positions around Swan and then Stone began:

"Please identify yourself? Are you James Swan?" orderd Stone.

"I am. I demand that you free me Slave" replied a snarling Swan.

"Shut up. Its over Swan and now you will pay the price for what you have done" replied an angry Stone.

"James Swan under Arrest Warrant 124 of the Dominion of Vetaka on the order of the President of Vetaka representing the People of Vetaka you are hearby arrested. Under article 6 of the Warrant you will not be granted bail at all. You will now be transported to The Dominion of Vetaka to face trial under Article 7 of the Warrant the case against you has already been made and trial will begin as soon as is possible. Do you understand?" barked a now angry Stone."

"Fuck you Stone. Fuck Pearce. Fuck Vetaka Fuck the Dominion" spat Swan

Stone then lost his temper and drew his pistol taking the saftey off he put it in the face of Swan and snarled:

"Don't you fucking dare mention Pearce's name hes dead because some mentally incapable Communist decided it would benifit all Communists. Now you better start co-operating or its going to get rough"

Before Swan was even able to reply a Vetakan guard injected Swan with a sedative it had been decided to sedate Swan for the journey between the room and the plane. As Swan went under he was transferred to a stretcher and cuffed he was also given Oxygen then taken to the plane. It was 7:00 in the evening UES time it would be around 4 in the morning Vetakan time when the arrived Vetaka was about to awake to the best news it could possibly here. As the Vetakan party left the room Stone turned to the UES representative bowed his head:

"Thank You. You don't know what you have done for us. We will never forget it" he handed a package to the rep and left.

The Letter:

Official Dominion of Vetaka Diplomatic Message:

To: UES/Interpol
From: Office of the Dominion of Vetaka President Roxanne Wright

The United Ed States and Interpol will forever have our gratitude for the arrest of Vetaka's greatest enemy he will now face justice for all of the crimes he has committed. The Dominion can not thank you enough. Attached to this letter is cheque for a total of $16 Billion NS. 10 Billion is the promised reward to Interpol. 1 Billion is compensation to the UES Servicemen whom gave their lives in Swans bomb attack in his hotel room. 1 Million is for the Continental 7 Star hotel to cover any damages. The rest is to be give to Interpol agents themselves especially agents I only know as Rika and Samuel whom carried out the arrest.

I would also like to warmly invite an injuryed UES/Interpol personnel and the famillies to Vetaka to enjoy an all expenses and all inclusive holiday complex in Vetaka on the Vetakan Golden Sands island a 7 Star holiday complex that specialises in injury recovery for as long as it takes them to recover. Vetaka would also like to offer the use of the Vetakan Defence Force and any of its assets including Vetakan Special Forces and the Elite Vetakan Scout, Recon and Counter-Terrorist forces for any of Interpols missions in the future.

I and the Vetakan People can not thank you all enough for your actions.

Yours Dominion of Vetaka President Roxanne Wright.

Attached:

1 Cheque for the amount of 16 Billion
1 Holiday Leaflet entitled "Golden Sands Getaway"
To: Vetaka
From: the UES
Your offer to us is incredibly generous. We will see the money gets where it is supposed to go and is well used. The wounded and harmed UES officers and there families will most certainly accept your "getaway" invitations.
Thank you very much,
Prime Minister Tryoni
Prime Minister of the United Ed States

i think it is a good idea, i am not to sure of the extent, and unfortuanatly i cannot do this case.

Just an FYI, I have recently created a Pirate group that you may want to keep an eye on... if you can...

They are the Children of Posieden

we could do two thing we could send a security detail for those who are being threatened and we could also send out small teams to seek out terrorists and capture them.

*nods in agreement*

The Rastorian Syndicate can also be a group you can try to hunt down. They are based in Rastoria and will be difficult to pursue there considering their political control over the government but they are branching out to other countries. You could try to halt their international activities…

We have two new additions to the Cassius case:

The first is Claude DeCell, long believed to be Cassius's second in command. The Treasury Department had been gathering evidence to build a case against him when he unexpectedly left the country.

The second is former naval intelligence officer Thaddeus Bryant. Electronic surveiliance of the officer's quarter's provided incriminating evidence of him giving location of naval patrols and facilitating the smuggling of illicit goods into The Community.

The third is a former graduate student from Esmund University. Marie Winter, an excellent student with bachellor's degrees in both mathematics (with a concentration in analytic number theory) and computer science. While she had no involvement with any sensitive research and very few people have the subject background to appreciate her work, her previous work with analytic functions and the distribution of prime numbers (the foundation of modern cryptology) means that she is an extreme threat. She was being tailed by agents on foot through a train station when a false fire alarm distracted the agents long enough for her to escape. There is reason to believe she escaped the country.

The Community will pay up to $5 million dollars for the first two and up to $10 million for the third should a succesful capture or information leading to a succcesful capture be made.

I will update the first page ASAP.

We have two new additions to the Cassius case:

The first is Claude DeCell, long believed to be Cassius's second in command. The Treasury Department had been gathering evidence to build a case against him when he unexpectedly left the country.

The second is former naval intelligence officer Thaddeus Bryant. Electronic surveiliance of the officer's quarter's provided incriminating evidence of him giving location of naval patrols and facilitating the smuggling of illicit goods into The Community.

The third is a former graduate student from Esmund University. Marie Winter, an excellent student with bachellor's degrees in both mathematics (with a concentration in analytic number theory) and computer science. While she had no involvement with any sensitive research and very few people have the subject background to appreciate her work, her previous work with analytic functions and the distribution of prime numbers (the foundation of modern cryptology) means that she is an extreme threat. She was being tailed by agents on foot through a train station when a false fire alarm distracted the agents long enough for her to escape. There is reason to believe she escaped the country.

The Community will pay up to $5 million dollars for the first two and up to $10 million for the third should a succesful capture or information leading to a succcesful capture be made.

these i can get my head into!

OOC: didnt want to start a new thread for this, so I'll post it up in here. It relates to a Yellow Notice you have out issued by Kanami some time ago.

IC:

Stevid Capita
Night had come early to the Stevidian capital, but the vibrant city was no less busy than during daylight –there was a war on after all. Rain pelted down on the many roads that crisscrossed the bustling metropolis leaving shimmering puddles in the glare of the thousands of lights that adorned the routes.

On just one of those leading into the city came a column of four camoflauge painted Humvees. Since the start of the War of the Golden Succession they had not been a rare sight around Stevid, the IH flag flying clearly from the pennants that adorned at least one vehicle in every convoy. The column had its windscreen wipers on the fastest settings, but visibility was still poor through the bullet proof windshield. Inside the Marines all wore ponchos, the turret hatch was closed but occasionally leaked and whilst technically being naval infantry they didn’t want to get wet if it could be avoided. One of the passengers in the second vehicle was however not afforded the luxury of a poncho, she just wore some standard female clothing that had been purchased for her some time before. She was ignored by most the Marines around her, or at least seemed to be, she was after all technically an enemy combatant. Duchess Shino of Aurora Island looked out of her window at the city that she had never seen before and would probably never see again once her visit here was over.

In the third vehicle were two others, Kanami journalists who had been taken with the Duchess on Aurora Island some week before. Since then IH Marines had secured and then left the island in the midst of a forceful hurricane and the subsequent assumption by the IH Defence Department and military that Kanami was no longer a country worthy of that much attention, nor indeed any form of military action against it.

After some time the four vehicles took an exit off of the main road and threaded their way along between city blocks before turning into the entrance of a reasonable hotel in the downtown district of the capital, about ten minutes drive from the airport. As the vehicles pulled up into the covered area next to the main doors the porters and reception staff were ushered into back rooms by Stevidian police and IH Diplomatic Security Staff so they didn’t witness the Duchess’s arrival.

The Marine Captain in charge of the small column talked briefly with the lead DSS agent before nodding and speaking a few words into his personal radio. With that the Marines in the two middle vehicles informed their charges that this was their destination and helped them out of the vehicles in a dignified but not particularly friendly manner. Suited men greeted them and the three were taken under heavy escort to the fifth floor of the hotel which was completely reserved by the DSS and then placed in three separate rooms. Little did they know that this was only the beginning of their journey back to their homeland. As the Marines downstairs reboarded their vehicles and left the following message was broadcast to the Interpol headquarters in The United Ed States.



Shino was forced out. She felt she was being treated atrosiously seeing as no one fired a shot on them and she refused to go with them. She was taken by force she was kidnapped, in her mind. She didn't know where she was going, she was just placed in the back of a humvee with icey rain pouring on her. She was forced out the Humvee.


"They want what?!" Akiko shouted

"INTERPOL's Reward to dislcose Information regarding Shino." Alex said.

"So now they are demanding ransome out of Interpols reward."

"It would appear so."

"Call interpol. File a Red Notice for her captors. I don't care if every bounty hunter in the world goes after them!"

"Ma'am?"

"I can't informe Elenore about this, she has enough on her plate with trying to get Stevid to Negotiate. Remeber we don't negoiate with terrorists. They are using Terror tactics, that is what they are going to get."




To: The United States of I.D.H.

From: INTERPOL


Enclosed is a special witness form, please look over it closely.


(when the enclosere is opend you find: )

Stamped accross the paper was the water mark:
DEMANDING MONEY FOR A KIDNAPED PERSON IS RANSOME!


[b]INTERPOL RED NOTICE:

http://i59.photobucket.com/albums/g310/AShadow17/Nation%20States/InterpolRedNotice.jpg

President [name] (OOC: Can't remember your president's name)

Wanted by Kanami

For: Conspiracy to commite abduction of a minor, conspiracy to commite abduction of a poltical leader, crimes against humanity, war crimes, conspiracy to demand ransome

USE OF FORCE AUTHORIZED TO CAPTURE I.H. LEADER

hellllooooooooooo?

don't tell me this is dead???

don't tell me this is dead???

I'm sorry Jim, He's dead.

Ensign Ricky!

I...can't believe...he's dead!

Anyone still... here?

OOC: Is this thread dead? If not...

IC: Green Hawk likes the idea on an international police force. Is it possible for Green Hawk to gain membership?

Thomas Glower
President of Green Hawk

King Teth'Rokmakar mulled over the proposal, shifting his head from side to side as if he was sampling a fine wine.

"I don't like it," he spat, after consideration, "every man's destiny is his own, and there should be a safe haven for any warrior in society."

Summoning his scribe, he called, "Let them know that what is in Predkin will be dealt with by Predkin and the Teeth Mother. Should their outlaws that reside in our nation come to any offense, they will be dispatched mercilessly."

Pressing his stamp on the document, he dismissed his scribe and went back to watching the fire slowly consume all that was in the fireplace.

OOC: Is this thread dead? If not...

IC: Green Hawk likes the idea on an international police force. Is it possible for Green Hawk to gain membership?

Thomas Glower
President of Green Hawk
Why the hell not? Welcome.

OOC: If this thread is not dead, Would any Interpol members be willing to send agents after one of my Crime Syndicate's major international figures.


The target is Shamus Harper an Irish Rastorian arms dealer/gun runner who sells illegal firearms and other weapons to gangsters and other dissident elements like rebel movements etc. Shamus has ties to the notorious New Dublin Gang a major Irish Gang that dominates all crime in the city of New Dublin,(Rastoria) and thus they are members of the Outfit. The Outfit is an international Crime Syndicate run by the Italian Rastorian Crime Families.

Shamus is at the moment the top fugitive in Rastoria but he is almost always out of Rastoria or on the seas in his private cargo ship the Sea Hound. If you try and get him to collect the one million dollar bounty his friends will try to get him back and that could create and interesting Rp situation...