Greston
20-07-2007, 20:57
"Communists, dictators, oppressors are sprouting up everywhere! Those scum are enough for this earth! But there is the ones who aid communists then call themselves democracies. What has the world come to Mr. Gutted?"
"Hell."
* * *
"Ahhh finally some good news. Maldorians has named his colony in Cazelia."
"What has he named it?"
"Malzel. Maybe we could have a visit there."
"That would be a good idea. But sir we are currently enemies with Cazelia."
"Oh that's right, Kampodia. Fucking communists. John I have a good idea."
* * *
"Yes sir, I'll make sure we find what you want at the auction." As the man parted the elder he was speaking to the man walked up his almost mile long driveway to a small white house covered by woods. The woods hid his house from the road, so nobody could get there unless they knew it was there. And obviously some one found out because on his front porch in front of his door was a black package. "What the hell is this?" his thick white mustache bobbed up and down as he said it.
He bent down and started to read the note left on it.
Col.Lt. Richard Hultly
Good you found a place to supply your men. Here is the personal items you asked for.
P.S. And next time don't give them my address.
"Ahh finally." He bent down picked up the box with a big, uhhh, and walked inside.
He walked to the kitchen and dropped the oddly shaped box on the table. He took out a knife from his left boot and slipped the tape off the bow. He finished cutting it then carefully lifted the flaps and pulled the longest thing out of the box. He unwrapped the bubble wrap and the storage wrap, then he gazed at his newly made M1-Grand. He put that down then picked up two things with the same exact shape.
He unwrapped those to see his two Desert Eagles. He put them on the table, one on each side of the Grand. he did the same thing until he emptied the box except for a black chest set of dragon skin body armor. He put on the body armor and stuck the two Desert Eagles in two gun slips on the vest.
He went into his room and took out his formal civil war like uniform. He slipped it on over the vest and walked outside and entered his car. He looked in the back and saw what he expected. A pink piece of paper with his orders on it. "Wow" was all he could mutter.
* * *
"Hello Mr. Gutted, Col.Lt. You both know what I am having you do.
"Yes sir." was their reply
"Good, Col.Lt. your squad is made up of 8 men excluding your self. Two of them will be you and Mr.Gutted's bodyguard. The rest will be doing the job. Everything is set up, now all we are waiting on is the Maldorians reply from my letter. Oh wait they replied. Have fun in visiting Malzel."
* * *
They sat through the long tiring ride to the Maldorian owned part of Cazelia, Malzel, and when they finally got there it was to late to go to the Maldorian reprasentitive's living place. They rented two cars and one car drove to a Maldorian embassy, the other a preconcieved place.
* * *
The next morning they entered the embassy and walked up to the secratary, "Hello, the reprasentitive is waiting for us."
"Oh it's you. Welcome to Malzel."
"Hell."
* * *
"Ahhh finally some good news. Maldorians has named his colony in Cazelia."
"What has he named it?"
"Malzel. Maybe we could have a visit there."
"That would be a good idea. But sir we are currently enemies with Cazelia."
"Oh that's right, Kampodia. Fucking communists. John I have a good idea."
* * *
"Yes sir, I'll make sure we find what you want at the auction." As the man parted the elder he was speaking to the man walked up his almost mile long driveway to a small white house covered by woods. The woods hid his house from the road, so nobody could get there unless they knew it was there. And obviously some one found out because on his front porch in front of his door was a black package. "What the hell is this?" his thick white mustache bobbed up and down as he said it.
He bent down and started to read the note left on it.
Col.Lt. Richard Hultly
Good you found a place to supply your men. Here is the personal items you asked for.
P.S. And next time don't give them my address.
"Ahh finally." He bent down picked up the box with a big, uhhh, and walked inside.
He walked to the kitchen and dropped the oddly shaped box on the table. He took out a knife from his left boot and slipped the tape off the bow. He finished cutting it then carefully lifted the flaps and pulled the longest thing out of the box. He unwrapped the bubble wrap and the storage wrap, then he gazed at his newly made M1-Grand. He put that down then picked up two things with the same exact shape.
He unwrapped those to see his two Desert Eagles. He put them on the table, one on each side of the Grand. he did the same thing until he emptied the box except for a black chest set of dragon skin body armor. He put on the body armor and stuck the two Desert Eagles in two gun slips on the vest.
He went into his room and took out his formal civil war like uniform. He slipped it on over the vest and walked outside and entered his car. He looked in the back and saw what he expected. A pink piece of paper with his orders on it. "Wow" was all he could mutter.
* * *
"Hello Mr. Gutted, Col.Lt. You both know what I am having you do.
"Yes sir." was their reply
"Good, Col.Lt. your squad is made up of 8 men excluding your self. Two of them will be you and Mr.Gutted's bodyguard. The rest will be doing the job. Everything is set up, now all we are waiting on is the Maldorians reply from my letter. Oh wait they replied. Have fun in visiting Malzel."
* * *
They sat through the long tiring ride to the Maldorian owned part of Cazelia, Malzel, and when they finally got there it was to late to go to the Maldorian reprasentitive's living place. They rented two cars and one car drove to a Maldorian embassy, the other a preconcieved place.
* * *
The next morning they entered the embassy and walked up to the secratary, "Hello, the reprasentitive is waiting for us."
"Oh it's you. Welcome to Malzel."