NationStates Jolt Archive

Jonensberg, Kulikovia

The streets of the capital were busy at this time of day. Traffic clogging the roads and highways running through parts of the city. People paced up and down the side walks as the economy kicked into full gear. It was a spring day. Warm with a cool gentle breeze as clouds moved lazily through the blue sky. A beautiful woman with curly blonde hair which dangled halfway down her back. Her blue eyes casually fixed on nothing specific, just taking in the scenery. Eva Kreigstrom was in her late twenties and a smart woman at that. Graduating from the University of Jonensberg with a degree in engineering she was picked up by Yalta Oil for their Innovative Technologies Department. There, she was dedicated to her work and made a good salary. She also dated a man who worked in Operations Department, Frederich Lapdur. After a few blocks she crossed the busy streets, cars stopping for her, one of the driver's obviously taking in her beauty. Once again she weaved in and out of the crowds. The District Magistrate's Office lay directly ahead of her. The Magistrate's Office was responsible for all law filing and paperwokr for the district as well as a hub for Socialist propoganda as well as distribution of such works. The Ministry of State held an obscure office on the third floor of the four floor building. She wore a coat, strange for the warm weather but no one gave it a second thought. Inside, a security guard paced around the main floor, carefree and casually watching the patrons of the office, most wishing to file paperwork for taxes and such. She stopped in the middle of the foyer and looked around.
"Can I help you miss?" the guard asked nonchalantly. Eva turned to him , smiled, and produced a detonator from her right pocket. "What the-" the guard attempted to leap towards her but her delictae thumb depressed the button. An instant later, the lobby area was obliterated in a massive explosion, taking about a quarter of the building and two dozen lives with her. The State office went up in flames as rubble blew into the air above a fireball, shaking the surrounding buildings and shattering their windows.

Jonensberg, Kulikovia

Vittorio Amuso had been staying in Kulikovia for afew days at a luxurious hotel in the down town area of Jonensberg. He had been contacted by an unknown "Party" wishing to purchase a decent shipment of arms which of course he didn't have anywhere close to the hotel just incase this was some skeem to root out the arms dealers selling inside their country, here in Kulikovia, guns were illegal for anyone except Military and Police officers, Vic found this funny as everyone back home was aloud to carry a firearm for protection...but every country had it's own laws, most of which Vittorio didn't care about or follow as he had been running guns for almost four years and he was making a fortune off it.

He lay on his comfy bed smoking a cigerette flicking through T.V channels when he heard an explosion, or at least what sounded like an explosion...more like a rumble...

What the f*ck was that.. he thought standing up walking to the window..

He couldn't see where the noise had came from, he glanced side to side then turned back around and strolled back to the bed dropping on the mattress he picked the remote back up..all of a sudden sirin's could be heard in the distance, he sighed and turned the volume on the television up....

Vic knew that the person who had contacted him was aware of what hotel and room he had occupied as it had been arranged before his arrival, although Vic had never delt with these people they came recommended from other weapons supplyiers he knew that had done some buisness in the past....

OOC: There...i left it open for anyone to be the contacts...

The municipal police were the first to respond to the blast. Medical and fire units also arrived on scene to contain the blaze, preventing it from spreading while medical personnel attended to the wounded and took count of the dead. The proper channels were notified. Seeing how there was a State Ministry office in the building, investigation jurisdiction fell upon the Ministry of Domestic Security, the Counter-Terrorism Department was notified and investigators dispatched to the scene. Now, the government assumed control of the situation. A woman with black hair and deep blue eyes stepped out of a black BMW with government plates. A police officer stopped her at the barricade which was swamped with reporters and onlookers. She showed him her credentials. Ashira Konovski, Special Agent. Ashira was a veteran of the MDS for the past few years, having served in Naval Intelligence prior to that. She was in her early thirties and a beautiful woman. She wore a blue jacket that said MDS on the back of it and a ball cap. Other agents arrived on the scene and went through the standard procedures of gathering statements and evidence. Tactical Encounter Police (TEP) donning SWAT gear with automatic weapons arrived soon after, setting up a perimiter around the scene.

"Who the fuck are you?" a display of indignation before a potent blow broke his jaw, you had to watch your words in The Caribbean, it had been real slick back when the Mafia was seeing a large chunk of the action, but after crackdown after bloody crackdown the Drug-Lords had lost their war. It had degenerated into a mire of scum, representatives from all the hardest criminal institutions would come here to throw-up in the bathrooms, it was a Goddamn joke. These pseudo Yakuza types swaggered in with their pornstar brides and would order the hardest drinks known to man mixed with the froth of fucking soft-drinks. It was one of those pathetic places, with the real dark neon lights, real sensual, like nobody could tell Cindy was giving Ralphie a blowjob in the corner, or that the nicely dressed women at the bar weren't imports who worked for less than half the minimum wage.

Everybody ignored the pistol pointed at McGuvners temple, provided the wielder could foot the tab nobody minded much if a dickhead like Mc-fucking-Guvner got blown away. Suddenly the overweight piece of shit didn't look so cool. He sat in his opulent booth, cigarette forgotten blazing by his side a steady hole in the cheap frills, and he looked terrified.

"Tell me where you hid the boys body, or I'm 'gonna carve you a new one." the stranger demanded, bright eyes above a high collar burning like some lamenting Angel who threw himself into the abyss, his hand clenching the pistol so steady it made you flinch.

"I, I... Don't know what you're talking about, you have the wro-" his stutterings silenced by the ominous cocking of the weapon, to that writhing rat it must have sounded like death itself, sweat punctuating his thick brow as his eyes roved frantic for some kind of help. None came.

"I'm losing my patience Alf..." he stated in that calm voice of his, all the more disconcerting because it was soft, a deadly voice, the kind of voice you only ever heard behind you once.

He raised his hands apologetically, trying to placate the Angel of Death, what a stupid, stupid, motherfucker, Alfie boy. "Is it money you want?" he whined, several regulars shook their heads and turned away, what a disappointment McGuvner had turned out to be, what a weak wretch. He sure as Hell was on his own now. Turning to the high-class girl at his side, his wife, he offered, almost begging; "She's yours, take her, do whatever you want, consider it a gift." she watched him wide-eyed, he was practically begging me to sleep with her, and she just watched, well, you get what you pay for.

"Go home." he murmured, yet all heard, it was like he could project the whisper of the wind across the entire fucking room, he was scary that one, nobody dared to question his rare appearances, they always heralded some new killing. She arose hastily and swiftly ran from the establishment, lines of mascara running fast down her smooth skin, I had no idea but later she'd drink a bottle of wine and take some pills, too many pills, women are funny, you'd think she'd hate the unlucky bastard, but here she was sobbing before she'd even gone through the door.

A gunshot punctuated the smoky gloom, and a wailing emitted from his great gut as he held his bloody kneecap, blubbering like some infant with a graze he howled in anguish, at the cruelty of the world.

"What do you want?" he howled as spurts of crimson flowed down his marred leg.

"Vengeance."

A second bullet fractured his face, sending the remnants of his skull onto the ugly wall behind. The mysterious guest made his exit, throwing a fist of cash at the bartenders as he stalked from the building.


-The Next Day, In An Office-


"Apparently some hitman with a bit of civic pride was workin' late last night, Alfred McGuverner's body was found in a dumpster this morning." everybody chuckled dumbly at the joke. They couldn't nail him for homicide, but it seemed that a rival gang had finished off a vendetta and done the MDS a favour.

"Getting to a far more serious topic now, you all must have heard about today’s Terrorist attack. Some people aren't here today... This has taken a bit out of all of us. This unit is being reclassified; Terrorist Apprehension and Prevention Team. So study up on the issues because we're the ones that're 'gonna have to find these bastards and drag their sorry dicks to justice." pausing a second to study their reactions before continuing "I managed to get us this because I convinced them we were the best. This'll give you the best shot at rising to better places you're 'gonna get, but if you screw with me on this I'll cart your sorry ass right off this Operation." he warned, assuring them of their situation.

"Ok people, lets roll." the final words of the meeting, signalling the beginning of their new designation, their new identities, they would become those guys that you'd see on cop-shows taking the motherfuckers down.