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OOC: Picking up from this (http://http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?p=13002053&posted=1#post13002053)

Crowley and his three squad mates say aboard the CNS (Celtic Naval Submarine) Collins waiting for the news. Any minute now the captain would tell them that they were in range of the target nation. He looked to his right hand man, Trevor Pogue, "Not much longer now, your gear ready?"

Pogue groaned, "For the twentieth time man, my gear is just as ready as yours and the same goes for Cole and Brock!"

Crowley looked at his own gear. Everything was there. His XM8, his civies, and everything else he needed.

The was a knock on the door and the Captain came in, "We're in range boys! get out onto the bridge!"

The four men followed him. As they did they felt the submarine start to rise. The XO called out to the captain, "We've surfaced sir!"

Without another word the for soldiers climbed the ladder out the hatch. A few others came out along with them to provide them with an Attack RIB from the hull. The men loaded their gear aboard and set out into the night waters.

The President was worried. Even though tomorrow he would address the nation, he felt as though nothing good would come of it.

"Mr President sir. I need to talk to you about the security arrangments for tomorrow."

"Yes, yes. Just a couple of security guards, I don`t want it looking like a millitary parade."

"So just 2 guards sir. Very good."

The president went back to writing his speech. "Nothing could go rong tomorrow, it`s the start of a new age. No need for hundreds of guards." the president said to himself.

The ARIB made landfall in no time. They landed about one hunder yards from what looked liek a civilian beach. A parking lot was behind it. The four of them quickly changed into their civilian clothes and made sure nothing look suspicious about the suitcases and duffle bags they had packed their gear in. Once done they headed over to the car park. It was now Tim Cole's time to shine. With in seconds they had hot wired an SUV and were on thier way to the capital.

They got to the capital at 0300 hours. They drove to where the President would adress his people. After determining good vantage points and likely security measures they found two hotels near by and split up, Crowley and Pogue went to one, Cole and Brock to the other. They would meet again in five hours and head to thier positions by 0930.

"Mr President, I must insist that you allow 10 Repblican Guards to patrole around the erea."

"Very well but I still think your over-reacting"

The president put the phone down, he only then realised it was 3:16am. Only 6 1/2 hours until he addressed the nation. He layed back down into bed, trying not to waken his wife. A thought made him shudder. 36 years ago, Jack Ondrinhow had been woken in this very room to the news that his own army was rebelling. Just hope that doesn`t happen to me, he thought as began to fall back to sleep.

OOC: You ready for me to start the speech now ?

At 0700 the alarm in Crowley's and Pogue's room went off. The two men quickly got showered and dressed and did a final gear check. They each took a duffle bag down to the cafe where they met up with Cole and Brock, both of whom had a duffle bag with them as well.

They found a table and chatted for a while, nothing about the mission came up. They talked about sports and usual things. A waitress approached them and they ordered their breakfasts. A TV in the corner started to tell about the President's speech that day. Crowley heard this and stood up with a glass of orange juice in his hand. He spoke loudly so everyone in the crowded cafe could hear him, "A toast! To President Robert Arnald! May this new age bring peace under his administration!"

Much of the crowed applauded. The language barrier would have been a problem if it had not been for their waitress translating what he had said. As he sat down at the table Brock looked at him and chuckled, "You bastard."

Crowley looked at his watch, "0915, lets get going." They payed the bill and left quickly with their bags. Brock departed from them and went up to the roof of his hotel, it gave him a good view of things to come which would be important for his job.

Crowley, Cole, and Pogue all went into an office building that overlooked where the President would be speaking. They quickly found the room where they would operate from. It was a confrence room. An elderly man was inside. Cole walked in and told him, "We're the cleaning crew, we've got some work to do in here would you please go back to your office?"

The old man quietly got up and left. Cole followed him out and shut the door behind him. He would stad guard outside, a pistol was concealed by his jacket in the small of his back. Inside Crowley put together his XM8 in the sharpshooter varient. Pogue had his ready in the assault rifle set up as well as Cole's.

Crowley looke once more at his watch, "Three of, only a few more minutes."

Brock saw the Republican guards on patrol. He was surprised that was all he saw. 'There must be some plain clothesed soldiers than...

OOC: Go ahead... also what was you're dictator's name? I need that to refer to...

OOC: His name was Chairman Ozriach

The President walked up onto the podium and started to test the mic. There were 3 interpreters beside him. One was going to interprate into English, the other into French, and the other into Spanish.

"Brothers, sisters, comrades, fellow Boicoans. Today marks the opening of the the Republican Senate. And with it a new age for Boico ! I remeber when I was 12 years old and the news came through that Ozriach had won the war, he`d taken cotrol of the country. And my mother and father were so worried, my sister never stopped crying until they came. Cyonist Tropers, they came into my house and took my mother father and sister, they left me as they thought I was to young to pose a threat. That was the last I saw of them, they were exacuted for treason just because my father was a minister at our local church.

I still remember that day as though it happened yesterday. It`s estimated that in just 36 years, Ozriach killed around 250,000 people. But he will also pay, he has VODAIS and is dying a very painfull death. He will be kept alive without his medicine so he can feel the pain of the people of this nation. Cyonists will NOT be tolerated any more, there will be no more genocide ! our nation will be free again !"

There was wild applause from the ordiance.

"Ladies and gentlemen, there will now be a short air show and after that our new National Anthem will be sung. Then the President will finish his speech."

Crowley saw his chance. Not only could he get the President, but many of the potential wittnesses would be distracted. He began to take aim. He counted in the wind and angle as he lined up his shot. However just as he pulled the trigger one of the airshow jets flew close to the building causing it to shake. "Shit," Crowley said when the President didn't fall to the ground. Brock stood in his overwatch position stunned. Never before had he seen Crowley miss a shot.

"Let's get out of here," Crowley said to Pogue as he walked towards the door. Pogue took point and Cole covered their 6. Crowley walked between them reassembling his XM8 for an assault rifle. Brock also began his descent to the ground floor.

In the room where they took the shot from was left one thing. A note. It had been prepared by Hillian Logistics and was even written in Boicanise. It Read:

For Ozriach we fight. He is the true leader of our nation. If he is not restored to power the violence will continue and escalate.

"What the hell is this !"

"What it looks like sir, what should we do ?"

"Issue a code red. All planes are to be grounded, all boats and ferries are to be brought back to the shore, no one must leave this country, we`ll get the son of a bitch who did his. Also, enact a curfew, all citizens are to be in there homes at 5:00pm. Try and stop as many people as possible from leaving the city."

"How sir ? We can`t close an entire city !"

"place millitary checkpoints every 10 meters around the city centre. The soldiers have the order to shoot anyone who tries to get past. We might not stop everyone from leaving but we`ll do our best."

"What about the threat of more violence ?"

If Ozriach is put back into control thousands of people will be killed again and again. As long as he`s in Belgraven the nation`s safe, even if there are a few luniticts running around trying to put him back into power."

OOC: By the way, I was thinking of making a RP about a terrorist group called the Cyonist Loyal Army (CLA) but I was thinking, the CLA could help your guys (or the other way around) What do you think, if you don`t agree that`s fine we`ll just carry on :)

OOC: That's not a bad idea.. My goal up to this point is to cause at least some loyalists to act up...

IC:

The four men met up in front of the hotel Brock and Cole had stayed in. This is where they had left the SUV. All four climbed in. Pogue was at the wheel. Crowley had shotgun and Cole and Brock were in the back.

Crowley regained his composure and began giving orders, "Okay, we go out the same way we came. Cole, get in the trunk and be ready to break the window to fire. Brock, open the sun roof be ready to pop out of it with your K3, we need that heavey fire power. Pogue keep drivin, like I said, same route that we took in."

Within half an hour they were on the edge of the city. However they ran into a problem. "Shit," Crowley said once more, "Checkpoint up ahead, get your guns ready!"

Ahead of them was one of the newly put up checkpoints. They could see three soldeirs as well as an APC stationed at it. Brock stood on his seat and put his K3 on it's bipod on top of the SUV. He opened fire on the APC. He hoped it's explosive rounds would be enough to stop it.

Crowley leaned out his window and opened fire on the three soldiers who had been talking. This wouldn't be much of a challenge. After all, it was the four best soldiers in the Hills against what seemed to be lowly conscripts.

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OOC: Heres a quick rundown on the K3 (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=11627388&postcount=3696)

"Mr Presidet sir, two cars have passed through the checkpoints. One managed to sneak past the soldiers when they were dealing with an angry drunken man, and the other shot it`s way through."

"Shot it`s way through ? With what ?"

"Well sir, it was a very strange desighn, the way the soldier described it, I`ve never seen it before. But it`s definately leagal sir, it had some kind of explosive rounds in it, they ripped apart one of the soldiers."

"What about this one who`s still alive ?"

"He lost a leg, or at least, he`ll never be able to use it again.

"The veichle ?"

"SUV sir.

I want every single police officer and army officer looking it. Also, I think it`s time to call in the Shnarpanha.

Meanwhile in the CLA headquarters...

"So, if it wasn`t us, and it wasn`t an angry citizen, then who the hell was it ?" Cio said exasparated.

"A two man army ?" Issama laughed, many of the people around the center table sniggered.

"Well whoever they are they`ll probably need help, or we could use them." A voice said from the end of the long table.

"I agree, but how are we going to find them ?"

"Well I`ve got the CCTV footage from the hotel building. We can only see one of them, because actually Issama there are four of them, we can only get a view of one of them, looks like he`s the one wth the weapon."

"How can you tell ?"

"He looks as though he`s carrying something heavier than the other two in that duffle bag."

"So we know what they look like, how do we get to them ?"

"Come on Cio, we`ve done this loads of times."

"What if they think we`re government officers, they shoot us to fucking pieaces !"

"Good point, T.V. Broadcast ?"

"What ! We only managed to do that before because there was little or no security around the T.V. Stations. And besides, if everyone aw it, the government would know that they were alone, which meens they`ll become more confidant."

"Not if you read of this script..."

BEING BROADCAST ON ALL CHANNELS IN BOICO

"Fellow Cyonist brothers, we can help you escape, all we say to you is Crazzam."


A man stepped onto the road infront of the SUV that the four men were driving "Crazzam, Crazzam !" he shouted.



OOC: The Shnarpanha are an elite group of soldiers who have been around since 1203AD. They were ariginaly taken from there mothers at birth, and they were trained to fight since the age of 5. When a Shnarpanha is 20, they are introduced to a women with wich they are ordered "to breed". The Shnarpanha have no real loyalties. They simply follow the orders of whoever is in control of the nation. (NOTE: Shnarpanha is an old Chembacolian word which is the name given to there equivelent of the devil. The Chembacolians called the Shnarpanha`s this because of there fighting tactics, wich are brutal and have no regard for human life, even there own.)

Pogue turned the car sharply to the left when he saw the man and slammed on the breaks. They had heard the radio broadcast and assumed this man was one of the CLA. However, they still had to be careful. Crowley and Brock trained the sights of thier weapons on the man. "Check him for weapons!" Crowley yelled to Cole who jumped out of the trunk.

Cole shoved him against the side of the SUV and patted him down. "Clear!" He yelled.

"Get him in the car!" Crowley yelled, "We need to keep moving." Cole did as he was told and shoved the man into the car. Once he was inside as well he trained a his pistol on the new comer. Crowley looked back, "You said you can help us? How?"

OOC: Really really sorry ! My computer went bust :headbang:, only just got a new 1.

"We can help you get out of the country, we can supply you with more weapons, more supplies, anything you need we can probably get it."

OOC: Is fine... I just had a little computer trouble myself... thankfully didn't need a new one though...

IC:

"We're fine on supplies. Our main problem is getting the hell out of dodge," Crowley told the man. "If you give us a hand we can get our government to get you extra supplies, weapons, hell maybe even some troops. What we need is several distractions, and the fastest, least dectectable route to here." He took a map from the dash board and pointed to the beach where they had landed and hidden the ARIB.

"The quickest way there is down route 226. Not many people use it so hopefully there shouldn`t be any road blocks. Two things though, what kind of distractions ? Secondly who exactly is your government and why would they want to help us ?"