Shenyang
18-02-2007, 01:48
OOC: link to OOC thread to come.
IC:
It was 10:00 PM in downtown Randova at the residence of General Thomas Carrington in the high class district of the city. The general and his wife were out to dinner and their 17 year old daughter Alexis was home alone, watching movies and talking to her friends. This was the oppertunity that they'd been waiting for. Dominic and his 3 accomplices had been waiting in a van across the street for hours, now they were sure that the time to strike had arrived. The van doors opened and the 4 men in black from head to toe with pistols in hand. They picked the lock on the door, and when Alexis came to see what was going on, grabbed her. Before she could scream they had gagged her and were carrying her out to the van. She tried to get free from her captors, to no avail. They put her in the van and blind folded her, then set off to the first vehicle change point. The entire grab had taken less than a minute, and there had been no witnesses, that was the nice thing about high class, everyone always relied on the neighbors to keep an eye out for trouble, then they all went out at the same time.
The black van was left in a parking garage i the center of town, and everyone piled into a white flower delivery van to make the rest of the trip to their safe house. If anyone had seen the black van, then they'd have been thrown off by the white van switch over. Now that they were safe all that remain was to ready the ransom demands.
Two hours later when the general came home to find that his daughter was gone, he immediately checked the home security cameras, sure enough he saw the kidnappers rush in and take his daughter. Once he got past the shock, he made the call to the military high command.
Gen. Carrington: My daughter has been kidnapped, I want everything on this dammit. I want satillites, investigators, police, special forces, everything, do you understand me?
Operator: Yessir, I'll get our best people on this.
Gen Carrington: You'd better or I'll have your head on a dammed platter!
Interesting, but I have no idea what are you looking for: perpetuators, reporters, enemy of the general/state/general's wife?
Plus, I don't know anything about your country; is there a description somewhere?
Bottom line, I was actually waiting for you to post something more. If I want to RP a nation watching from the line, I don't now what is public infromation and what is not.
Shenyang
21-02-2007, 19:39
OOC: Yeah, unfortunately for some strange reason my account can no loger edit my own posts. Theres an OOC thread: forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=518410. It has some explanation of what I need, and the situation, but like I said, no ability to edit has been causing me grief. Still that thread has most of the relevant information, and more info will be posted there soon.
Shenyang
28-02-2007, 20:04
IC:
The technician did as he had been told, and within two hours, the leaders of all Shenyang’s special forces were gathered at the Shenyangi Government Complex situation response room to attempt to understand the situation. This attempt was limited to them watching the camera feeds, and yelling incoherently at each other finally one of them got sick of the squabbling.
B.Gen. Knight: All right people, lets shut up and get something done!
The yelling subsided, and everyone turned toward the 52-year-old spec ops soldier.
B.Gen. Knight: Alright, now that we’re all nice and quiet, let’s get to it, what do we have?
Col. Henderson: Well, we have these camera feeds, and that’s it, we’ve got a room full of special forces commanding officers who want to kill each other, and could. We have all sorts of disciplines, your ODST’s direct action, my SAS’s more covert operations, Commander McNiell’s SEALs and their aquatic specialties, Sergeant Fermansky’s Randova HRT, and Commander Anisea’s 7th Applications Group, whatever they do. So, obviously we’ve got no idea what we’re going to have to do.
Sgt. Fermansky: Well, the operation template fits the Imperial Restoration Front, the IRF, it’s just that they’ve never gone for a target like this, usually it’s a civilian in a high corporate position, so they can get the maximum amount of cash out of the ransom. The general’s home was equipped with standard security feature for all our military officer’s homes.
Cmdr. McNeill: That’s finally gonna change.
Cmdr. Anisea: Agreed, it’s been lacking for what? Six years?
Sgt. Fermansky: Anyway... this looks like a distinct shift in their target choices, if they change from civilian to military targets, we’ll have a heck of a time with red tape, just like we are now, giving them time to get away and do their thing.
Col. Henderson: So, what else have we got, anything? Any intel on this, names, anything?
Cmdr. Anisea: Run the tape again.
B.Gen. Knight: Fine, not like it can hurt.
Cmdr. Anisea: Wait, pause it, look there, we have the license plate number in frame 14, looks like 452-KF71.
Sgt. Fermansky: Wow, good eyes, we’d have had to send that to analysis to spot that. What do you do?
Cmdr. Anisea: I am paid to see things that others don’t, and you know I can’t say, we’ve all been through this before. Are we sure it’s an IRF op?
Cmdr. McNeill: No doubt, classic IRF, no one in Shenyang pulls a snatch and grab like this, and no one has what it takes to pull this class of op and not be caught by someone immediately. I mean, they make it look easy, see, definitely IRF.
B.Gen. Knight: Wait, before we go off hunting, as I would so love to do, maybe we should take an objective look at this.
Cmdr. McNeill: Coming from you, what do you mean?
B.Gen. Knight: Well how many hostages have they taken this year?
Sgt. Fermansky: Twelve this year already.
Cmdr. McNeill: Damn… has it been that many already.
B.Gen. Knight: And how many have recovered safely?
Sgt. Fermansky: Three, I see what you mean.
Cmdr. Anisea: So what are you suggesting Revenant?
B.Gen. Knight: I’m suggesting that we call in some foreign help, do it low profile, any help we can get from experts, no offense Sergeant, can only make things better.
Sgt. Fermansky: None taken sir and I agree.
Cmdr. McNeill: Agreed.
Col. Henderson: I say go for it.
Cmdr. Anisea: Well, I’m outvoted, so I guess that I might as well agree, but the 7AG is not going to work directly with them. Its hard enough getting permission to work indirectly with you, working with a foreign unit is completely out of the question. We’re going to have to insulate ourselves from them.
B.Gen. Knight: You had better play ball on this, or we’re going to have to cut you out of the loop here.
Cmdr. Anisea: Oh, we’ll play ball general, but we’re not going to do it obviously. To do so would be a gross breach of secrecy, and as a result, we’re not going to interface with them, whether you like it or not.
B.Gen. Knight: Alright, before we all start trying to kill each other again, let’s return to our respective commands and get to work on this. I’ll get the aid request pushed through the High Council within the hour, everyone else, get to work on that van, we’re going to need court permission for the records of the company it was more than likely rented from.
Within the hour, it was proven that the van was a rental, from a Randova rental company, and that they weren’t going to give up the information without a court order. Further the request for foreign aid was ready as well, Knight, true to his word had gotten it pushed through in record time. Knowing the Chairman of the council helped in this endeavor.
Message:
Recently the Imperial Restoration Front (IRF) kidnapped the daughter of a SA general. Normally we would handle this internally, but of late their tactics have lead to string of failed attempts, we cannot afford to fail on this operation, so it has been decided to request foreign support to help deal with this situation swiftly, and quietly. We thank the international community for their assistance in this endeavor.
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50 Miles Outside Randova
Dominic and his accomplices stopped the flower van on a deserted road next to the waiting Ural truck. These outdated military transports were widely used by companies to move equipment to remote sites that were not particularly accessible via other means. They were also used by the IRF for the same reasons. A Ural truck in this area would not be anything out of the ordinary in this area. They carried the still blindfolded Alexis to the truck and put her in the covered bed, then got in themselves, and were off on the final leg of their trip. They were headed another 40 miles from Randova to a bunker that the government didn’t know existed from the Shenyangi Revolution, or as they saw it, the Shenyangi Civil War, which they were sworn to continue fighting until they finally, inevitably won. The bunker was totally hidden from outside view because it was built into a cave in the side of a mountain in an area that was best described as the boonies of the boonies. No government forces knew it existed, and if the IRF had their way, it would stay that way for a long time. The terrorists could tell that Alexis was terrified, and that was a good thing for them, she’d remember less of the journey the more terrified she was.
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IC Secret:
Aboard The SNS Journey Horizon (10 Miles From Shore In Shenyangi National Waters)
The 7th Applications Group had been a particularly difficult group to hide when first created, however the Journey Horizon was probably the most secure base in Shenyang, who would expect there to be a covert military unit based primarily off of a ‘civilian’ cargo ship? The ship had been extensively modified to meet the needs of the 7AG and while on the exterior it looked like a massive cargo ship, inside it was part military base, and part covert assault course. Anything that the 7AG need to train for, could be done on ship. They could deploy from the ship, train there, they were practically their own military on that vessel.
Commander Jennifer Anisea looked at her subordinates, the Seraphim as they were internally known. She had to decide who would be stealing copies of the rental company’s client information. The Seraphim would be doing what they did best, ahead of the SSOCOM timetable, and they’d do it better. Finally she decided that she’d do it herself. At 26 she was one of the youngest commanders in the Shenyangi Navy, and she could do everything her fellow Seraphim could do. That and she was an amazing shot with her MP-7A1 personal defense weapon. She suited up in her SIS armor and told the Seraphim who could pilot the groups civilian helicopter, they met her on the aft deck of the vessel, and the Bell craft lifted the darkness of the night, heading for the headquarters of the rental company in the city of Mansk, the former Imperial capital. The trip took all of 10 minutes, and Jennifer, exited the helicopter as it paused for a second at the top of the building where the company was headquartered. She activated the optical camouflage of here body suit and slipped into the building in a low tactical crouch, her weapon drawn.
She had to move down three floors to reach her objective, the company’s archives. The floor was heavily monitored, and she would have to do some creative infiltration to get what she wanted. She slid open the door. The signs in the archives lead her to her objective, the most recent files. She had managed to use the IVE system in her helmet (Integrated Vision Enhancement) to spot the beams of the cameras’ IR beams, then circumventing each. At one point she had crawled into the ceiling of the area, and dropped down elsewhere to evade the beams. Finally reaching the destination, she withdrew the files, took pictures of each and every one with the IVE system, and then replaced them. She then made her way out of the archives and back to the roof, where the chopper made pass and she climbed aboard. There would be no evidence of her infiltration. No way for the company to know they’d been broken into by the government, and the Seraphim had what they needed. When the time came to share the information, they’d do so, but until then, it would be their little secret.