Zhardesia
06-07-2007, 02:45
Nadym, Shtenaya Ledna
Daniel Mann walked through the relatively clean streets of the city as he peered over his shoulder at the passing car, he had been sent by the Zhardesian government about half a dozen times to other nations as a contact in order to sell the state-mined diamonds for funding in the continuing bush war with the Maoist rebellion, named the cliche People's Liberation Force, as they rallied the less-fortunate, black majority to fight against the white-minority government. However, in these modern times, in this conflict, it was the whites who were seen as those who were evil and subjecting the rest of the population to horrendous treatment, all due to race and nothing concerning the actual situation.
He was to meet the buyer's contact at one of the restaurants, somewhere moderately-priced so they could make the transaction quick and he could be on a flight returning to Rochville that night and inform his employers that the trade had been completed and that they would be receiving the funding needed for the summer's coming offensive. Mann was led to his seat by the waiter and asked for a glass of sherry as he awaited the arrival of his contact, knowing he must succeed for his homeland's sake. It had been a stroke of luck when the agency had come across this buyer, from an economically-unstable nation there remained those who would be more than willing to purchase blood diamonds, with no questions asked as to their background.
Daniel had fought with the Zhardesian Rifles Regiment in the sector of responsibility, attempting to root out the Maoists from their strongholds while at the same time protecting friendly settlements. Watching the fortified wine being poured into his glass reminded him of the streams of blood we watched flow in the dirt, pouring from gunshot wounds and staining the ground, searching through piles of bodies looking for survivors, witnessing entire slaughters of villages before they could intervene. Daniel had his time to kill and avenge, and at his age, now he would help those who would be continuing his duties at home now by traveling and providing them with the funding they required.
Daniel Mann walked through the relatively clean streets of the city as he peered over his shoulder at the passing car, he had been sent by the Zhardesian government about half a dozen times to other nations as a contact in order to sell the state-mined diamonds for funding in the continuing bush war with the Maoist rebellion, named the cliche People's Liberation Force, as they rallied the less-fortunate, black majority to fight against the white-minority government. However, in these modern times, in this conflict, it was the whites who were seen as those who were evil and subjecting the rest of the population to horrendous treatment, all due to race and nothing concerning the actual situation.
He was to meet the buyer's contact at one of the restaurants, somewhere moderately-priced so they could make the transaction quick and he could be on a flight returning to Rochville that night and inform his employers that the trade had been completed and that they would be receiving the funding needed for the summer's coming offensive. Mann was led to his seat by the waiter and asked for a glass of sherry as he awaited the arrival of his contact, knowing he must succeed for his homeland's sake. It had been a stroke of luck when the agency had come across this buyer, from an economically-unstable nation there remained those who would be more than willing to purchase blood diamonds, with no questions asked as to their background.
Daniel had fought with the Zhardesian Rifles Regiment in the sector of responsibility, attempting to root out the Maoists from their strongholds while at the same time protecting friendly settlements. Watching the fortified wine being poured into his glass reminded him of the streams of blood we watched flow in the dirt, pouring from gunshot wounds and staining the ground, searching through piles of bodies looking for survivors, witnessing entire slaughters of villages before they could intervene. Daniel had his time to kill and avenge, and at his age, now he would help those who would be continuing his duties at home now by traveling and providing them with the funding they required.