NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC: Sorry, not feeling witty on the title... (BTW-THIS IS CLOSED TO ALL EXCEPT VITICOMA)
IC:

Esmund International Airport, International Flights Terminal

Three men sat beyond the security barrier. Each was dressed in a dark suit, and each wore a different expression. The first man, Alan Baker, wore an expression of indifference. He worked with foreign service department, and was a former soldier in the Grand Army of the Community. Like every other Regular who passes through his mandatory term in the army, this was a dream job. About 90% of the time, it required the brains that the Lord had granted to Rottweiler, but it paid more and had greater benefits than many jobs that required years of college education. And the other 10% of the time it was exciting and he got to learn all kinds of dirt on foreign ambassadors. But what helped him advance in his profession as an armed escort was his ability to keep his mouth shut.

The second man, Dean Hobbs, was worried. Had he not been wearing his jacket, sweat stains would be visible under his arms. All he knew about this was that this foreign official would be entering Siap and he was to extend all accomodations to him and to not press him for too much information. In fact, as soon as they got him settled into the foreign official's residence, he was to be brought before a Council subcommitteee. And he was to report if he observed any suspicious behavior at the airport or around the residences. And the fact that these orders came by military channels severely unsettled him.

The third man was asleep. His name was Ryan Wyatt, and he was a colonel (out of uniform) in the Siapian Army Intelligence Division. He knew that the man they were waiting for was a Viticoman politician and an anarchist. And he knew that for one reason or the next the Council Subcommittee on External Affairs saw it fit that the Viticoman anarchists should have the final say in how the country was run. Why? He didn't care. All he knew was that he could get a large promotion out of this.

All three men awaited the arrival of the politician.

Viticoma was a simple nation filled with some very simple people, but there was a unsimple kind... Anarchists.


( Centerose International Airport )

"Sir are your sure about this action? I mean if the others find out we could be killed!" asked an assistant

" I know what I am doing... And this is for the good of all. Trust me." said the Current Master of the Anarchist party James McCain

" If you say so" said the assistant who strpped himself into the chair and awaited for the plan to take off.

The pilot was good at his job and took off with out a glitch. The people on board where the companions of the Master. Many of them where called his " "Harem". For the Master of the Party was in fact gay. The flight was no as long as James had though as they arrived into the nation no more then about 5 hours later. As James got up off the chair he noticed his assistant not getting up.

" are you not coming?" James asked

" No I cant do this... I can cause the deaths of hundreds for your gain!" said the assistant

" Fine suit your self" said James as he walked off the plane.

As james walked on to the tarmac he made sure that his assistant would not rat him out......

As soon as people started walking into the airport, the colonel snapped awake. "Thats our man." He said, pointing out James. He looked over at Hobbs. "Why don't you see that the cars are ready. Baker, on your feet soldier. Time to make this happen."

The two men walked quickly over to James. Wyatt stuck out his hand. "Mr. McCain, I am Ryan Wyatt. I was sent to pick you up on behalf of my superiors. I hope your flight was ok."

Wyatt turned to Baker. "Why don't you see that this man's luggage is taken care of."

" The Flight was bumpy, cramp and loud... yes it was quite nice." said James with a smile

James looked around at the airport, it was far nicer then the one in Viticoma. James then turns to Ryan and asks

" I have a former assistant who... does not agree with this meeting and say he will slenderize my name. I feel he will try to incite... Fear in others. Could you detain him ... indefinintly? "

James waited for an answer....

"I wouldn't worry so much about what a former associate of yours has to say so much as I would worry about being seen here." Wyatt said. "While what he has to say may never reach willing ears, bear in mind millions of people pass through this airport daily. So, I think it would be best to put him out of our minds and step out of sight."

Wyatt and Baker led McCain to a side door that led into the vast tunnel network beneath the airport. After walking through a series of corridors, they came upon an underground garage with a small fleet of sedans. "We'll take you to where you will be staying first." Wyatt said.

As the plane with the advisor prepared to take off, two military police vehicles pulled in front of the plane with sirens blaring. Siapian MPs exited the jeeps and surrounded the plane. The commanding officer knocked on the side of the plane. "Military Police! We have received a report of a bomb on this aircraft! We require all passengers and crew to deplane immediately!"

The people on the plane where caught off guard by the commands to disembark the aircraft. But they complied and came off wanting an explanation for the command. Many of the people on board knew of the Masters meeting here. Many knew that something was not right. But none knew what was to happen next...

The soldiers lined all of the people up against the plane. "Sorry for the inconvenience. We have received an anonymous threat that there was an incendiary device on this aircraft, and under Siapian civil protocol we are required to inspect the aircraft and all persons aboard. We will try to get this over as soon as possible."

The first team of soldiers ran on board of the plane with scanning equipment, checking for traces of explosive residue, while the other set of soldiers quickly patted down all of the passengers. There was one thing slightly out of the ordinary that few people would notice and most would not care about, but a separate soldier patted down the assistant.

"Again we apologize for any inconvenience." And all of the passengers were allowed to board the plane, and the soldiers entered their vehicle. When the jeeps returned to the soldiers quarters, the man who searched the assistant peeled a thin plastic-like film from around his hand and quickly stuffed them into a biowaste bag.

Meanwhile, the very thin layers of toxins that rubbed off on the assistants skin slowly absorbed into his body. Soon his heart rate would increase, and ultimately his heart would be unable to regulate his circulation and he would ultimately experience a severe cardiac arrest followed by massive cellular apoptosis. And any autopsy would show that the assistant died of a heart attack.

Meanwhile, in the private garage Wyatt said to McClain, "Listen. You boys got all our feds strongly interested in whats going on in your nation. We have a meeting with some important people, I'd like you to meet with."

OOC: Just assume they left the airport and are arriving at the destination..

Back in Viticoma the aircraft was just arriving back. The Assistant inside was beginning to feel very bad. His heart was racing and he was sweating prefussly. The others on boards where becoming more and more concerned with his condition.

The Pilot called in for Medical teams to be waiting on them as they got back. As the planed landed the ambulances EMTs there got the Assistant out of the plane and into the transport to take him to the Airports Hospital. On the way the Assistant whispered something into the EMTs ear..

" Dont trust McCain... Dont Trust him."

After that The Assistant died.

*saved for response when I have time*