NationStates Jolt Archive

Every day above ground is a good day....

Current Prices: (factors included are: supply, recent wars, ability to transport, embargoes or whatever...)

Cocaine pura: $10,000 Kg
Herion: $40,000 Kg
Opium: $100 Kg
Psilocybe Mushrooms(rare): $1,500 Kg
Mary Jane(high quality): $700 Kg
Mary Jane (low quality): $400 Kg


Outside Bogota, Columbia Region, Mokastana:


The mansion was surrounded by 3 acres of pure excess. Exotic plants on every walkway, the fanciest cars and luxuries were being shown displayed on silver platters, and even the security glowed with diamonds and gold. Ever since they overthrew the government to join the Mokastana Empire life was getting easier by the day. Without the old government attempting to destoy them they had managed to thriple their production easily. However this created a problem, where to expand next. El Jefe, Anthony Montana stood tall in front of his Oak desk glaring at his so-called officers.

"its apparent we need new markets, these small time bastards in Mejico and Mokastana ain't going to grow. So fuck em and move on. where can we get new shit out to?"

"what about ASCHA, or British Londinium ?"

"What you mean those piece of shit Islanders? They wouldn't know what to do with the coke,and how do you suppose on getting coke into BL, Honestly Frank,think before you let shit like that come out of your face. No we need contacts; Terrorist, rogue nations, smugglers. We need to get our shit flowing around the world."

and with that the word hit the underground markets that the Montana cartel was ready to flood the streets with cocaine, and anyone wanting a piece of the pie needed to show up.

OOC:
ok cocaine empire....im looking for trading partners, friends, smugglers, and nations who would love a bit of cocaine in their system...interpol or other guys like that can intervene if they like

The Republic of Bynamar will send in troops to stop your cocane empire. We will send a Ghost Recon team to take your leader down.

Zac French,
Prime Minister of Bynamar


Dear distributor,
we would like to purchase 10,000 grams of cocaine. We wil also like to make further trades hopfully in the future. Also we will send in our paramilitary soldiers to take care of the Bynamarian forces.

Signed Felix Fredrick,
Co-leader of the Bynamarian Mafia,
leader of the drug manufacturing wing

"shit we open for business for five minutes and already got a fucking hit-squad"

"Jefe, we got the Mokastana government on our side they wont let anyone into the nation."

"fuck the government. they only want the money, they wont work for it. prepare the mansion for defense. If so much as a fucking bug comes in kill it. FUCK"

"Jefe, we got an offer for coke...10,000 grams"
"tell them we only deal in Kilos...so that 10 kilos...set up a transfer site"


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TO:Bynamarian Mafia
FROM:Montana Cartel


at $5,000 a Kg that is $50,000 for your purchase. we also would like to set up a permanent trading network if you like. be on a weekly or monthly basis of however much you want

Ghost ops HQ, Classified location

The B-class stealth ship filled with nine Ghost ops soldiers sped off for the Mokastanan cocaine factories, with their weapons in hand

Ghost team Delta (also known as Delta squad)

-Colonel John Mustang: M4A1
-Major Jessica Saddles: M4 auto shotgun
-Lt. Lauren Torias: M-16A4
-Major Thomas Knight: MP5, SRAW
-Captain Austin York: UMP SMG
-Lt. Colonel Winry Hawkeye: M-249 SAW
-Major Jack Larkin: Barrett M82 heavy sniper
-Commissar Alexander Feury: dual Desert eagle pistols
-Sgt. Rowan Hasley: Flamethrower, Desert eagle

http://i241.photobucket.com/albums/ff213/mokastana/cocianeempiremontana.jpg?t=1189128672


here is the map of the cartel....where are you attacking?

Montana was pissed....pissed that all he was getting was government hit squads on his doorstep rather then buyers....


"Goddamn!!! All this for a measly fucking 50,000 dollars...we need buyers for fucks sake! Get out there and find people who want cocaine!!!"

I'm assaulting the facilities and cartel bases in the middle. I will be sending more Ghost ops soon

Mokastana

Why we believe what you doing is illegitimate and wrong we will send special operatives to defend you. As long is your drug use is at home and does not affect other it is your choice. You can expect our forces to land soon.

Dejectedly yours

Tozo Tramine
Defense Minister
The principality of Fordock

two MIG-29 on routine patrol over the recently occupied territories were chatting and swapping dirty jokes when something beeped. An IR scanner had picked up a faint heat signal

"Romeo, what do you think that is"

"to high to be a vehicle but to faint to be a plane"

"you think its a bird or something?"

"no we don't pick those up..(they were ordered to be weary for threats)..lets do a fly by"

the two MIGs flew towards the unknown object in Mokastana Airspace

Mokastanaian Government

Please accept a momentary breach of your airspace with our transports so that we may assist your industry from rouge international forces.

Sincerely yours

Tozo Tramine
Defense Minister
The principality of Fordock

Four miles from Target zone 1...

The two Blackhawk helicopters, armed with miniguns, sped towards the target zone, a cartel base. The men were to move to the center of the building and plant C12. Then get the hell out before the bomb detonates.

This, of course, was childs play for such expert soldiers

TO: Tozo Tramine
FROM: The Montana Cartel

This is Antony Montana, we are perfectly legal and the government supports us. however we wish to expand into the foreign markets. That is all. As for your troops you will have to deal with the government about that. It is their airspace

TO:Fordock
FROM: Mokastana Defense

will do, our Jaguar forces are being deployed to the region as well.

The MIGs buzzed the blackhawks....


"Romeo, who do these fuckers think they are?"

"lets find out"

"Unidentified Aircraft, you are trespassing in Mokastana Airspace. you are ordered to land at Bogota Air Force Base Immediately, faliure to respond will result in your death, over"

at Bogota AF base three Comanche Helicopter took off to escort the Black hawks

The MIGs buzzed the blackhawks....


"Romeo, who do these fuckers think they are?"

"lets find out"

"Unidentified Aircraft, you are trespassing in Mokastana Airspace. you are ordered to land at Bogota Air Force Base Immediately, faliure to respond will result in your death, over"

at Bogota AF base three Comanche Helicopter took off to escort the Black hawks

The Ghosts were close enough. They bailed from the helicopter and parasailed the rest of the way down. Now they were only a mile from their target...

OOC: Excuse me for just a moment.

Cazelia: please explain to me in a well organized, thoughtful, properly capitalized paragraph as to how you can have Special Ops when you're being occupied.

To: Anthony Montana
From: Global Tetrahedron Inc.
Re: Meet and greet

Dear friend,

It has come to our organization's attention that your fine institution is offering cocaine at dollar-store prices. As you may or may not be aware, narcotics are legal in Mer des Ennuis, though are controlled to exacting standards. Without the risk, naturally, price would have dropped severely had it not been for strict measures of quality. I would like to meet your cheif of distribution to negotiate a contract under the Global Tetrahedron, Inc. narcotics franchise. Please get back to me at your leasure.

-Scott "Black Jack" Rilley
Vice President, Narcotics Division
Global Tetrahedron Inc.

The black hawk were escorted to Bogota AF base.

soon the pilots were in the interrogation room

"we want to know what you are doing this far into the Mokastana Empire."

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The Cartel base was more then one building. It was five large warehouses used for storage, and three large barracks. 100 soldiers wandered around, played cards and slept.

TO:-Scott "Black Jack" Rilley
Vice President, Narcotics Division
Global Tetrahedron Inc.
FROM: The Montana Cartel

Yes we are, we deal in cocaine, opium, and other smaller drogas. I, Anthony Montana am el jefe of our Cartel, my distribution Officer is Davis Ramirez. You are more then welcome to our estate outside Bogotá to discuss possibilities. We will inform the Military of your arrival, (we have just been assumed into the Mokastana Empire, and they are a bit touchy with airspace violations around here)

OOC: Excuse me for just a moment.

Cazelia: please explain to me in a well organized, thoughtful, properly capitalized paragraph as to how you can have Special Ops when you're being occupied.

OOC: They work with Black Lotus, and they were present before the occupation. And my Ghosts have been around since Tatom

A nondescript helicopter flew in. It carried the markings of Fordock but only lightly and it was painted in a jungle cameo as so not to attract attention. It went to the airspace. It was interrogated but given pass. Onward it continued. Finally it reached its destination. The men got off quickly. The pilot flew away. Now there were only 7 Fordockians.

They were special forces. There was a 2 snipers, 2 anti armor trooper, 2 regular special forces troopers one armed with a FASM-01 and FPM-01 the other with a FMPM-01 and a FPM-01. The remaining trooper was the squad leader. He had just a FPM-01 on him.

They squad leader organized his men. They drew up into a wedge formation. They marched out using maneuver 1-A. (Bounding Fire) Finally they came upon the main camp and saw the drug cartel leaders. They saluted and waited for orders.

OOC: they work with Black Lotus, and they were present before you occupation

OOC: Fail. Try again to explain how you got these guys equipped, smuggled out of the country, supply them, and smuggle them into a foreign country for something so trivial as drugs.

Several hours after receiving the reply from “El Jefe,” Scott Rilley had boarded one of GTI’s myriad of corporate jets. This particular jet, tail number GT7504, was a shiny black that seemed to eat up the light around it, spitting out only the occasional glare around the edges. Scott tossed his two-day travel bag into the overhead compartment of the executive’s cabin, before dozing off as the plane taxied.

It took the better part of 6 hours of cruising at 45,000 feet before the jet landed on the hot black tarmac that roasted under the Bogota sun and the automated plane taxied to the well-appointed terminal. The ten corporate guards; their black, blue, turquoise, and white BDUs broke up the outline of the heavy DR-83-II assault rifles that were casually slung over their shoulders, though one was replaced with a “Godslayer” AMR and a SPAS-15 assault shotgun.
Scott walked out, wiping his eyes. ”Fuckin’ jet lag” he thought. The dress shirt and tan pants and black leather samsonite attaché case were all business, but the light brown leather sandals that contrasted with his semi-tanned skin were all casual. The giant silver-plated L-26 pistol resting in the holster at his side spoke for itself.

The captain stood in front of these men...special forces they were, but they weren't trying to kill him, perhaps this new way would work out after all.

"hola....?puedo ayudarte?"

soon another man walked up.

"he asked how may we help you?"

soon they were escorted to the Mansion in the mountains. Up there the Mokastana Army was already assisting in the fortification of the Mansion against foreign threats


"welcome! welcome! I am Major Alexis Veracruz, we are guarding against the reported threat. follow me...

They walked into the magnificent Mansion luxuries were literally falling off the walls as they entered the main room. Montana walked in

"please don't track mud into my home,"

he walked up to the men. "welcome, it appears as if you have some pretty nice toys. i may need to buy a few after this. (wispers) Since you are foreigners coming to help me your lives are more important then the rest

(outloud)

So may i ask just one question: why is your government helping me out?"

"welcome to Mokastana Mr. uhhh....(checks a card) Scott Rilley, we have two luxury hummers for you and your security."

they entered the Hummers and began the trip to the mansion another hour away

The Squad Leader Responds "Sir politics is not my division Sir." He then adds quietly "Unofficially we have a strong belief in freedom and will protect it at any costs. This would be a violation of your freedom and thus a loss to the world. Not one domino shall fall if Fordock can hold it. We will bleed a river of blood for it to float upon if it is necessary." The squad leader then says outloud in a military voice "Sir Fordockian weapons are not for sale sir. Now what would you have us do Sir?"

"Forgive my admiration but may i try one, just to feel what your guns are like, I'm getting tired of the A-03s that Mokastana Industries spit to us how many years ago...Either way i have 100 guards patrolling the main complex, these men are old Simon Bolivar guard. The old governments didn't pay well, but they trained well, I pay well. then we have another 50 of the Mokastana's Elite Jaguar Infantry. So it you want you can stay on the rooftops with a few spotters, judging from those guns they must be excellent for sniping..."

The black hawk were escorted to Bogota AF base.

soon the pilots were in the interrogation room

"we want to know what you are doing this far into the Mokastana Empire."

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The Cartel base was more then one building. It was five large warehouses used for storage, and three large barracks. 100 soldiers wandered around, played cards and slept.

The pilot glared at the interrogator "Thats classified information, you do not have access" he said "I don't even have access"

OOC-The rifles are modified FBAR-01s. You can find more info on my Wiki Page at the NS wiki.

The Squad Leader immediately replied "Sir you may test my weapon sir" and handed over his FBAR-01. He waits to see the response on the other leaders face in stress trying to see how the craftsmanship of a Fordockian Rifle stands up to others especially with it's outdated design. It was a good rifle though and would kill a man easily and at long range. Just no automatic fire or semi-automatic. The squad leader continued waiting.

They went up to the roof top...up there Montana took an A-07 and fired at a tree, The scattering rounds hit around and 3 out of 7 hit it. Then he took the FBAR-01 and aimed it at the tree, it hit. Not quite dead on but close enough to kill, Flipping the bolt and ejecting the shell Anthony spoke up:

"nice rifle, not what I'm looking for but I still want to buy one for my own collection. Maybe some for my snipers. Ju sure it aint availble for sale?"

Dear Cartel,

While we are opposed to most drugs, we will gladly begin a trade with you. What are your terms?

Signed,
Victor Montezuma,
Bro of the Pres, Don of Trielocto'la Family.

OOC: how do i get a NS WIKI page?

IC:

Bogota AF base interrogation room

"I dont care if i have access, what is the purpose of you being here? we know there is a war going on in your homeland, why do you care about our drugs?"

OOC: how do i get a NS WIKI page?

IC:

Bogota AF base interrogation room

"I dont care if i have access, what is the purpose of you being here? we know there is a war going on in your homeland, why do you care about our drugs?"

"I'm just a pilot, I dont know anything!" he said sternly

OOC: Aztecs huh....maybe someone will know why i have Elite Jaguar Infantry...perhaps our governments can meet

IC:
TO: Victor Montezuma
FROM: The Montana Cartel

We sell $5,000 a KG of Cocaine, $40,000 per Kg of Herion, those are our main exports, however in addition we offer
$60 Kg of Opium,
$2,000 Kg Psilocybe Mushrooms (rare)
$500 Kg of Mary Jane

Bogota AR base

"So true, you pilots no nothing, but there is something you do...how many men are in our jungles? what do they have. where are they?"

behind the interrogator a table had been rolled in, on it were very disturbing knives, needles and syringes...

"we would like some answers

Bogota AR base

"So true, you pilots no nothing, but there is something you do...how many men are in our jungles? what do they have. where are they?"

behind the interrogator a table had been rolled in, on it were very disturbing knives, needles and syringes...

"we would like some answers

At that instant, a flash-bang grenade flew inbetween the cell bars and detonated, giving the Ghosts enough time to set a small charge on the cell wall. The bomb was big enough to blow though concrete, but small enough to not kill everyone inside the room. 5...4...3...2...1 *KA-BOOM* the bomb detonated in a hail of fire, as three menacing looking soldiers, their weapons loaded, entered where the wall used to be...

OOC: we are on a Air force base. and i doubt you would know which building your pilot was in...but i'll give it to you for the sake of a cool rescue

IC:

Upon hearing an explosion the Air force base roared to life...Soldiers raced out of the barracks, some wearing only the clothes they slept in. An Apache helicopter that was low on fuel returning to base was ordered to remain in the air until they could figure out what it was.

inside the concrete building the interrogator pulled out his JagD .45 and fired at the ghost, the guards still recovering from the blast tried to see where the explosion came from and aimed their rifles that way.....

Outside the apache was IR scanning the base...looking for any abmornal heat signatures

OOC: we are on a Air force base. and i doubt you would know which building your pilot was in...but i'll give it to you for the sake of a cool rescue

IC:

Upon hearing an explosion the Air force base roared to life...Soldiers raced out of the barracks, some wearing only the clothes they slept in. An Apache helicopter that was low on fuel returning to base was ordered to remain in the air until they could figure out what it was.

inside the concrete building the interrogator pulled out his JagD .45 and fired at the ghost, the guards still recovering from the blast tried to see where the explosion came from and aimed their rifles that way.....

Outside the apache was IR scanning the base...looking for any abmornal heat signatures

The Ghost fell to the ground, as Winrey drew her M4 auto shotgun and fired it at the men in the building

the men, being dazed, confused and covered with concrete were easily killed off.... however three more guards ran down the hallway and saw what was going on two fired their JagD 45s at the woman with the shotgun and the third sprayed the ghost with an A-07 Assault Rifle (7.62x51mm).....


meanwhile the apache got a message.
"Reports of small arms fire at the south end of the runway"

"i got about 15 minutes left of flight, heading over"

the apache flew over the building,
"We have a hole in the south side, over"

the apache moved in to position as to be able to fire on anyone that might exit...

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To: Bynamarian Mafia
From: Lord Lachlan -Leader Of The Stoned Communists Of Lach-land

we would like to set up a bussiness deal with you'r organization.
we willl be able to distribute narcotics with ease.
we have a number of loyal soldiers availiable as mercenaries to you if nesseccary

you never got this
Lord Lachlan

WARNING THE PRECEDING MESSAGE IS TOP SECRET.
YOU SHOULD NOT HAVE READ IT.
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To: Bynamarian Mafia
From: Lord Lachlan -Leader Of The Stoned Communists Of Lach-land

we would like to set up a bussiness deal with you'r organization.
we willl be able to distribute narcotics with ease.
we have a number of loyal soldiers availiable as mercenaries to you if nesseccary

you never got this
Lord Lachlan

WARNING THE PRECEDING MESSAGE IS TOP SECRET.
YOU SHOULD NOT HAVE READ IT.
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Today 5:31 AM


Sitting on Anthonys desk was this letter,

" they do relize that we are the ones with the coke right. then why is it sent to the Bynamarian Mafia??? send a message back telling them that we will sell it to them if they want, at $5,000 a kilo. Like everyone else.

the men, being dazed, confused and covered with concrete were easily killed off.... however three more guards ran down the hallway and saw what was going on two fired their JagD 45s at the woman with the shotgun and the third sprayed the ghost with an A-07 Assault Rifle (7.62x51mm).....


meanwhile the apache got a message.
"Reports of small arms fire at the south end of the runway"

"i got about 15 minutes left of flight, heading over"

the apache flew over the building,
"We have a hole in the south side, over"

the apache moved in to position as to be able to fire on anyone that might exit...

Another Ghost pulled out his SRAW, aiming for the Apache and firing a round at it, as the other Ghosts freed the pilot

OOC:what about the three gauruds shooting at you...


IC:

"incomming SHIT!!!"


be back

OOC:what about the three gauruds shooting at you...


IC:

"incomming SHIT!!!"


be back

Hasley sprayed the guards with his M-249 SAW, before rushing over to the pilot and cutting his restraints with his blade, which was attached to his glove. The man with the SRAW reloaded, and prepared to fire another shot, as the sniper also fired at the chopper

OOC: full auto fire with an AK knock off VS a bolt action, its bound to be more accurate...also the mansion you are at is about 30 miles away from the AF base.
so your team is all still alive...we are going in Via Hind

IC:

"Sir, we got information that the AF base is under attack"

"Shit, ok what do you got here to get some men over there fast Monatana?"

" well i do have my private fleet of 3 Hind Helicopters"

FIne we'll take those....

the Fordockain troops and 15 jaguars took off for the base


Bogota AF base

the Apache went down in a fiery death... The guards on the inside took cover... one went down in the hail of bullets...


Meanwhile an Iron Heart IFV came barreling around the corner with 10 soldiers ...the IFV fired onto the squad with a hail of death as the soldiers charged firing madly....two commanche helicopters finally took off to help protect teh airbase

Sitting on Anthonys desk was this letter,

" they do relize that we are the ones with the coke right. then why is it sent to the Bynamarian Mafia??? send a message back telling them that we will sell it to them if they want, at $5,000 a kilo. Like everyone else.

"$5,000 a kilo what china white? thats $5 a gram 4 times cheaper than marijuana street prices!"
"buy 2 tons of the stuff then"

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we would like to order 2,000 kilograms of cociane.
a transport fleet will arrrive shortly to pick up.
when will the order be ready?

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OOC: Aztecs huh....maybe someone will know why i have Elite Jaguar Infantry...perhaps our governments can meet

IC:
TO: Victor Montezuma
FROM: The Montana Cartel

We sell $5,000 a KG of Cocaine, $40,000 per Kg of Herion, those are our main exports, however in addition we offer
$60 Kg of Opium,
$2,000 Kg Psilocybe Mushrooms (rare)
$500 Kg of Mary Jane


Message to the Cartel
We will purchease 'bout 4 KGs of Cocaine, 1 KG of Heroin if it is pure, and 10 KGs of Opium. Total comes to... $62,400. We demand a 2,400 cut back on the price if we meet on your turf (us associating with you would be tough, 'special with me being the presidents bro and your recent... set backs.), or full price if you come to our place, Mexico City. Chose.

Victor M.

Anthony was reading the letters he got, finally his empire was growing...

"Holy shit!!! he wants 2,000 kilograms of cociane!!!! That is damn near all the surplus we got!!! (they produce approx. 700kg a day, nowadays anyways)
And these atzec fuckers want a whole shit load of shit...god damn,we is in the business...


I want Bogota Air force base ready for these to be shipped out, NOW"


"sir there is a small battle going on their"

"who,those fuckers who think they can take me, its going to take a whole fucking army to fucking take me!!! Get my Hinds back now, load it with the shit and get it safely off my turf"


OUTGOING MESSAGE:

Using Bear bombers loaned to us by the Mokastana Air Force we will deliver the shit to Mexico city,

As for the 2k of kilos they will be on the runway in about 3 hours..

Anthony was reading the letters he got, finally his empire was growing...

"Holy shit!!! he wants 2,000 kilograms of cociane!!!! That is damn near all the surplus we got!!! (they produce approx. 700kg a day, nowadays anyways)
And these atzec fuckers want a whole shit load of shit...god damn,we is in the business...


I want Bogota Air force base ready for these to be shipped out, NOW"


"sir there is a small battle going on their"

"who,those fuckers who think they can take me, its going to take a whole fucking army to fucking take me!!! Get my Hinds back now, load it with the shit and get it safely off my turf"


OUTGOING MESSAGE:

Using Bear bombers loaned to us by the Mokastana Air Force we will deliver the shit to Mexico city,

As for the 2k of kilos they will be on the runway in about 3 hours..

Victor Montezuma was sitting at his desk when he got the news. "They're coming here?" He asked. "damn there goes the cut." He started smoking his pipe. "This will be interesting.

One bear Took off from The panama border air field (since Bogota is still in trouble) towards Mexico city...the shipment was labeled, coffee. as was treated as such....

Official Company Communication

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v338/madnukedude/ClandonianEastIndiaCompanyFlag.png


Dear Sirs,

The Clandonia East India Company would be interested in setting up export and import agreements with Mokastana for their produce. Cocaine is a popular drug used in medication, recreational use in Clandonia and other nations which the Company trades with. As a part Crown company we can offer the protection of both Company warships and the Clandonian Royal Navy with her many battleships and cruisers.

We would like to send Company solicitors, inspectors and operation managers to asses the transport links and infrastructure of your country. We look forward to future trade that will be both mutually beneficial to the Clandonia East India Company, Mokastana and her home export business.


Yours Faithfully,


Lord Robert Stevensons

Company Director for Tobacco and Drugs Division

we would be more then willing to make a deal, current price is $10,000 per Kilo, we know we have sold for a lot cheaper then that but currently we had a factory explosion resulting in the loss of product. So as capitalism dictates..price increases

bump.....


The lone transport plane with the "coffee" experienced minor turbulence...however that wouldn't be all

this seems rather similar to the Opium Wars, lol

those who never learn from history are doomed to repeat it

OOC: I'll post in about 2 hours

Rilley sauntered over to the HMMWV, giving a slight nod from behind his sunglasses, and collapsed into the leather seat; the guards took the chase cars, except for one who rode shotgun. The excess of the Hummers disgusted Rilley slightly; Ennuisians had long since embraced plug-in and alternative propulsion vehicles; large monstrosities such as these were solidly passé.

Scott soon found himself dozing off, only to be woken by a particularly nasty bump.

“Where are we?” he asked, straightening his shirt.

“We’ve arrived, Sir.”

The other corporate goons had taken up positions, sizing up their cartel counterparts.

Three infantry soldiers stood infront of them, two had guns drawn, behind them a machine gun nest was buried into the ground aimed at the vechiles....the man in front, holding a JagD 45 stood looking the men in front of him over..

"and who are you?" he asked in a loud cuban accent...

"So uh, yea" smirked Scott, "I'm the guy who will probably be buying you out."

He checked his watch. Plenty of time to negotiate, fly back, and catch "Guiding Light."

One of the guards carried over a briefcase embossed with the the Global Tetrahedron logo. Scott held it up and tapped it.

"So, one of you hombres going to take me to your boss? I'm a busy man, and you have the shit that we need."

"I work for the Government of Mokastana. Not this chump with the Coke, but first we need to check you for weapons and other IEDs.

I'm assuming we find none,or if we do my men confiscate them, soon they made it to the hacienda, where Antonio Montana stood, with an A-07 assault rifle in hand and a cigar in the other, surrounding him were his guards and Multiple Military personnel.

"now what can i do for you?"

To: Government of Mokastana
From: Havangas

We would like to protect your civil rights. We need to protect our freedom we are sending 2 Divisions of The 324th Brigade of the Marines of the Havangas. They will fly in customized 747 that are equipped with flares, missles, and machine guns. They will be escorted by the Navy and the Airforce. Standard Issue is currently MP7's, HE Grenades, and USP's.

Thank You,
Rael, Master Of Havangas

"Well then, I'm personally only carrying this (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?p=11587994#post11587994) and a .38 special I don't think you want to go looking for" he said, patting the rather large pistol clearly displayed at his side. "I think that the only explosives we have are in that there Godslayer" he said, gesturing at the large tube designed to throw a rocket-assisted shell through the average tank.

He chuckled slightly, resting the case at his side. "If you need to, go right ahead officer, but I expect dinner afterwards."

After the guards had felt up Scott, he walked over to the man holding the assault rifle.

"Scott Rilley, pleasure to meet you Mister Montana. My friend's call me 'Black Jack,' not sure why. None the less, I'm here on behalf of the Global Tetrahedron corporation to add you to our list of suppliers. I'm going to need some information; namely what the size of your operation is from farm to package, what your production capabilities are, costs, growth plans, what have you. Cocaine is legal in Mer des Ennuis, and can be found in anything from military-grade stimulants to non-caffenated coffee. Few people do it straight, but there always is that crowd. I'll also need to test a few random samples for purity and quality before we start throwing money around."

"god damn the break i needed, Fucking A, bout time you show up, I already got fucked by Interpol but these Military Fuckers took care of that."

he handed the Assault rifle off onto a guard, however he still had his .44 magnum on his side and three following them to a Iron Heart APC with no markings.

"Dont you just love this country man, i help overthrow a government, i get new toys"

Inside the APC was all the communication equipment. Sitting in the APC Montana got to business as they traveled to a factory.

"ok, this is what i got, right now i produce 700 kilos daily, ever since the new flag we have been producing at an unbelievable rate, I already got plans for 20 new factories around this whole region. Cost is $10,000 a Kilo, you cant beat that price man, and it ain't cheap shit either. In about two months i plan to be up to 900 Kilos a month"

Offical Imperial Decree:

By decree of his wise and mighty lordship, Emperor Olaf IV, has hereby ordered that all contents of goods from Mokastana to be searched by trained drug sniffing dogs before their entry into the Empire and that any Mokastana ship or airplane illegally shall be dealt with accordingly and that any attempts to ignore Scandinvan law enforcement will be dealt with the harshest of measures.

Signed,
Impeiral Steward Erida

Scott sighed. Drug barons seemed to universally splurge on unnecessary and frivolous. None the less, Scott had to deal with this man as an equal. He punched a few numbers into his cellphone
“The average Ennuisian consumes one seven-hundred-fifth of a gram a day, or, at your prices, 1.3 cents. With 1.3 billion people in our nation taking low doses of the drug, combined with medicinal and other uses, the domestic market is 1.4 thousand kilos a day, and our international market is much, much larger. I must say, Mister Montana, if you don’t mind, that you have a lot of production, greater than most of our current suppliers. Naturally, we would be more than happy to bring you under the GTI brand in Ennuisia and abroad, pending purity tests, of course. Guaranteed income, you make money, I make money, we both go home happy, yes?”

Scott smiled, and could see El Jefe’s eyes lighting up at the thought of easy money. Scott thought of the bonus he was set to receive.

“I have a testing kit in this suitcase, marvelous devise. It’s a five minute analysis, and, if all goes well, you’ll qualifiy for export. If all goes well, and after the obligatory government kickbacks, we can start importing six hundred kilos of your cocaine a day for the time being , but we can hammer out details later.”

"I like this guy, you know what. deal, do whatever you want to my factories to make them the way you want..but what do you mean "obligatory government kickbacks"

Scott seemed taken aback.

"GTI isn't in the business of manufacturing cocaine, that's your job my friend. We'll pay you the price of $10,000 per kilo once it hits Ennuisian shores, in what ever form you want; gold, wampum, commercial paper, stock options, whatever. As for the kickbacks, well, we maintain favorable government relations by, uh, "greasing the wheels" in exchange for preferential treatment, lower sales taxes, etc. Basically, we throw 1% of our profits at the right politicans, and they breeze us through the permiting and liscensing requirements. For the kind of operation you're running now, that would be around, oh, 30 million a year, but we'll be happy to cover that the first year. How long 'till the production yard? I'd like to see the working conditions, the state of your equipment, and so on."

"sorry didn't mean to startle you, but their is one thing i dont trust and that is governments..."

the APC stopped at the first factory, many workers quickly stopped slacking off once the Jefe's convoy came it. Unlike the typical Bolivian piece of shit factory these were state of the art. The brick walls were painted a dark green and windows were minimal, the machines, while outdated, were clean and well maintained. Workers were all wearing semi-proper gear, mostly outdated.

"Welcome to the Factories, this is one that I see the most. not the best maintained but the closest for this type of deal."

A fleet of the customized 747's finally made there way into Mokastana airspace. "Mokastana this is the Fleet of The Havangas, requesting permission to land at the military base closest to Guayaquill Equador temple, over"

Upon approaching the Air space four MIG-29s came up unto the air fleet


"Havagas fleet, what is your purpose over"

a large group of cargo planes with an interceptor escort approaches
"two groups of blips on radar merging..."
"encircle the airbase before appoaching"
"this is lach-land alpha 9 blue here to pick up the cociane requesting landing rights..."

The Greal army sent a batalion of Special ops to get rid of the Cocaine empire.

"Lach-land alpha 9 blue this is Mokastana Dominance, you are clear to land in Panama boarder AF base for the pickup over"

"Greal Forces this is Panama AF base, you are trespassing in Mokastana Air Space please turn around over"

a squad of 5 MIG-29s caught up with the planes about 30 miles out, the pilots werent to happy

The 15 Shark fighters radioed a message to Mokastana.

Our fighters are here to escort planes to Mokastana, the Troop's mission is to get rid of the Cocaine empire, can we do that?

The Shark fighters got ready for battle just in case.

"thats a negative...the cocaine industry is legal under the current government...wait five mintutes and come back and ask again"

the pilots laughed over the radio

"your not the first to try and no doubt you wont be the last, over"

The 15 Shark fighters radioed a message to Mokastana.

Our fighters are here to escort planes to Mokastana, the Troop's mission is to get rid of the Cocaine empire, can we do that?

The Shark fighters got ready for battle just in case.
greal you've got a telegram

"thats a negative...the cocaine industry is legal under the current government...wait five mintutes and come back and ask again"

the pilots laughed over the radio

"your not the first to try and no doubt you wont be the last, over"

A pilot got so pissed off that he fired his gun, luckily the rounds missed, but that was serious, the fighters still stayed in the air, waiting for orders from Greal.

greal you've got a telegram
OOC: I responded

the planes land.
12 red guards exit to guard the planes as they load cociane...

Upon approaching the Air space four MIG-29s came up unto the air fleet


"Havagas fleet, what is your purpose over"

"We are here to aid the Mokastana government in protecting there civil rights, in this case the drug laws. Again we are requesting landing at Guayaquill Equador temple military base over."

TO:Havangas


WE thank you for your support, however we do not need any more ground forces, what we need are more air craft patrolling the airspace, we thank you again and will allow you to land at the base to refuel and head home.

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Greal /Mokastana Air relations

13 air intrusion in the last week, so while the pilots joked they we still on alert, when the round went off the MIGs, took evasive action,

"what the hell was that for? Fuck these guys, over"

"cease fire! cease fire!" the Commander yelled to his squad but one MIG had already begun firing bullets into the transport plane..

"CEASE FIRE!"

The Transport plane went down killing most of who was on board, the Greal shark fighters were now confused, but they weren't leaving becasue now they had to rescue the surivors of the Transport plane crash, they called for backup from a naval fleet off the coast, helicopters came to help.

[QUOTE=Mokastana;13051788]TO:Havangas


WE thank you for your support, however we do not need any more ground forces, what we need are more air craft patrolling the airspace, we thank you again and will allow you to land at the base to refuel and head home.

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"Rodger that however we can spare 20 escort fighters, most up to date F-22 if you would like we could help patrol the airspace. We are sending all transports back home.

Greal / Mokastana Air incedent

The MIGs sped off....hoping to aviod further confrontation....ground base SAMs and AA went on alert, however they avioded painting the enemy to try and keep nerves down...


"This is Mokastana Air Defense Command, our fighters ae pulling off, you are requested to land at Panama AF base for investigative purposes. You will be allowed to leave whenever you wish. The Mokastana Navy has deployed three Hinds and coast guard rescue ships to assist in the rescue of the fallen plane. The pilot will be Court Marshalled don't worry."

Greal / Mokastana Air incedent

The MIGs sped off....hoping to aviod further confrontation....ground base SAMs and AA went on alert, however they avioded painting the enemy to try and keep nerves down...


"This is Mokastana Air Defense Command, our fighters ae pulling off, you are requested to land at Panama AF base for investigative purposes. You will be allowed to leave whenever you wish. The Mokastana Navy has deployed three Hinds and coast guard rescue ships to assist in the rescue of the fallen plane. The pilot will be Court Marshalled don't worry."

It appears you do not need any help if you do not need our 20 escort fighter planes we will take our leave.

Thank you for your willingness to help, we will return the favor someday

Greal / Mokastana Air incedent

The MIGs sped off....hoping to aviod further confrontation....ground base SAMs and AA went on alert, however they avioded painting the enemy to try and keep nerves down...


"This is Mokastana Air Defense Command, our fighters ae pulling off, you are requested to land at Panama AF base for investigative purposes. You will be allowed to leave whenever you wish. The Mokastana Navy has deployed three Hinds and coast guard rescue ships to assist in the rescue of the fallen plane. The pilot will be Court Marshalled don't worry."


The Greal rescue helicopter reported that the whole group of Greal soldiers were killed in the crash.

Mokastana Air Defense Command...


"shit now we have dead Greal Soldiers, and a border incedent...FUCK FUCK FUCK!!!!"

"Sir Mokastana CIty is on the line"

"FUCK just what we need now! The Government on our ass.....Hello......what the hell.....he's dead.....so we have a incedent with Greal and the High Chancellor is dead!.....So do have a government to talk to???.....FUCK!!!....."


"Greal forces, you are welcome to land at Panama AF base to talk

Message to Mokastana government
From Greal Defense Department

The incident today killed 70 Greal soldiers and crew, we are currently informing the families of the dead. But they are going to get mad.

Message to Mokastana government
From Greal Defense Department

The incident today killed 70 Greal soldiers and crew, we are currently informing the families of the dead. But they are going to get mad.

'Oh, sorry. My Spanish isn't too good.' said Al'Roi Zunder to a waitress, who had just propositioned him for sex. Fifteen Aumanii dollars can buy you just about anything in Bogota. 'No, I think I'll just take a glass of bourbon, thanks.'

Al was outside, on the patio, of a run down little cafe in Bogota. 'Torre Colpatria.' Al said to himself as he admired the the Colpatria Building in the distance. 'Tallest building in the country, so I hear.' Al leaned to the right and talked to a pair of random patrons in Aumanii, they responded with a look of total confusion. 'Built it in 1978, I reckon. A lot of money went into that thing...' the manager of the Cafe placed a hand on Al's shoulder to get his attenion.

'Excuse me Senor, please mind the sign.' the manager pointed to a placard that politely informed customers to remove their hats. Al had completely forgotten that he was wearing his Fedora and complied. The waitress returned with his drink and Al received it gratefully.

'You ever been to Salitre Magico Park?' he asked the Waitress as she was about to walk away. 'No. I've lived in this city all of my life, but I've never actually visited it. Why do you ask?' said the waitress.

'Would you like to go?' said Al, feeling a sudden change of heart. The waitress flashed Al a grin and said I'm off work in thirty minutes.'

Fifteen Aumanii Dollars can buy you just about anything in Bogota...

OOC: excellent post, but what are you planning on doing?

OOC: excellent post, but what are you planning on doing?

OOC: "Tourism" You should start an OOC thread so this one isn't filled with stuff that isn't relevant to the plot, keep the story going with less interruptions and such.

this was suppose to be buyers...sellers and the sign up...but as you see its gone to hell

"Is there money in this Jack?"

"Thats all I look for in the paper ya know Claudius"

"Well, I guess we could spare a few ships....if we get caught we could always just blame the crew and say we had no idea"

"Exactly, great minds think alike, Mr. Griffincrest"

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Good Afternoon Mr. Montana,

It has come to our attention that you are in need of somebody to smuggle your goods into and out of several nations. I believe we can fill this task, as well as equip your men. Please get back to me on this matter.

Sincerely,
Jack Phoenixclaw

OOC: once i get a better government i will host a tour de Mokastana

IC;

we thank you for your assistance Jack Phoenixclaw, however as of now we do not need your services, we will keep you in mind.

thank you

OOC: I seen this thread and am interested in taking part. As some of you may know Osteia's MAJOR drug overlord is Antonio Delacosta, he is secretly funded and supplied with arms aswell as other items by Cyrus Vespillio, son of King Vespillio himself. Cyrus and Delacosta have heard of your nations prices on your Cocaine, it is cheaper than what Delacosta is getting it for now and he wishes talk buisness with your cartel.

To: Mr. Anthony Montana
From: Antonio Delacosta Aka El Plague "The plague"

Mr. Montana,

As for introductions, i am Antonio Delacosta of Osteia. My reason for contacting you is that i have a certian buisness proposition i wish to discuss with you personally, i have reveiwed your asking prices on the goods which you sell and they are most interesting bringing me to the conclusion that we should meet and talk buisness. If you are interested, contact me immeaditly, if you are not....

Say nothing, but i have a vision...should you like to hear me out.

El Plague

Montana sat at some desk in Mokastana City, he knew he wasn't the only doper on the international block...as of now he didn't even know if he would still have an empire...the new government peace talks may or may not like his "business" but thats why he was in the conference. to ensure his survival and making his business easier...after hearing a long boring speech he felt his PDA vibrate, reading the message from El Plague, he saw a back up plan he didn't count on, but on that could benefit him irregardless


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TO:El Plague
FROM: Montana

when and where amigo

Antonio was informed that Montana had written back, he replyied with the following message,

To: Anthony Montana
From: Antonio Delacosta

Im glad you got back to me so quickly my friend, you waste no time. I will meet at a location of your choosing, unless you wish to come to my home in Osteia as my guest. Please get back to me so i can make the proper arrangementsm

Signed,

El Plague

" If you would like you can come visit me at my moutian estates in about, a week, or whenever would be a good time for you. thier is a bit of political turmoil here, but we are solving it quickly.

To: Anthony Montana
From: Antonio Delacosta

Mr. Montana i would like to speak to you as soon as possible, i am avalible to leave tomorrow..i be on the next private flight Mokastana, i am familiar with goverment problems so it will not be a major issue for me to come at this time.

Signed,

El Plague

To: Antonio Delacosta
From: Anthony Montana


tomorrow works, I will have to cut out of these meetingsand may be late. If i am make yourself at home

To: Anthony Montana
From: Antonio Delacosta

I will be there, i am greatful and you are a good host as i would show you the same hospitality here at my home.

Signed,

El Plague

OOC: You wanna jump ahead to tomorrow? if so here is a post to start it off...

Mokastana City

Drug Overlord Antonio Delacosta had was up early that morning. He had ordered house staff to pack his things the previous night, in Mokastana a high end car dealership was contacted and a dark red 2007 Bentley Continental GT was rented for El Plague along with BMW X3's for security.

Antonio stepped off the private plane at the airport to the waiting vehicles, four guys in expensive suits were close behind. The Drug lord was dressed in a white sport suit, gator shoes, Gucci aviator glasses with his long black hair back in a pony tail, under his arms on both sides were two chrome .45's with gold slides,

"Lets go and see whats up"

The men slid into the vehicles, Delacosta sped off first followed by the two Bimmers.

OOC: Tell me a bit about your nation, surroundings and what not for my next post, along with a description of the compound.

Scott smiled.

"I think you are the first legitimate businessman who happens to sell drugs that I've delt with. Compadre, I think we have a deal." He popped open the suitcase, revealing a single piece of paper, the amount portion empty.

"This here is commercial paper; convertible into cash with great ease. Let this be an advance payment for five days worth of production; 600 kilos a day. We’ll provide the first freighters, but you’ll have to start doing that as supply ramps up.”

He scribbled “30 million” on the value, and signed off on it. “Nice weather here, I might have to build a house here after I get my bonus.”

OOC: well his empire is actually a lot farther south then Mokastana City...but we'll say your meet him there....but the main island is a lot like cuba, the sur region is peru, boliva and those funny little states over brazil. thats where he is...

Mokastana City is modern in a war torn sense..you can drive down what appears to be a typical new york street and turn the corner and see a collapse building surrounded by police barriers....or some older building still have bullet holes and craters...
we'll say they meet in a 5 star hotel, a typical one

Montana smiled (this happened before he went to Mokastana City)

"we will start production immediately"

Delacosta followed by his escorts drove through the city streets of Mokastana, the public seemed slightly depressed and poverty was visible along with signs of past conflict, El Plague was used to these surroundings from his younger years, buisness often took him back to places such as these. The vehicles had to use a detour due to the fact police roadblocks were in place and somthing was going on up the road...

They headed out to the city limits towards the meeting place, Mokastana was a beautiful place but living conditions were debaitable. The location had been specified as a five star hotel that was quite grand suprizingly, the three vehicles pulled up to the front and a valet opened Delacosta's door,

"Thank you sir"

He nodded and Antonio gave him a tip,

"Yeah"

Once two more valet took the BMW's the group of men headed inside, Delacosta in the front, two men at his sides, and two behind....

"Not bad here ehh.."

Antonio looked around for anyone who seemed to stand out, they stood in the foyer waiting to be addressed...

The armed Security guard saw the entourage walk in, and looked at the picture of the man he was suppose to meet.

Greeting Mr.Delacosta, I am Joseph, head of security for MR. Montana, please follow me. they were lead up a well maintained and carpeted staircase. "forgive the look of the city, the socialist did a far better job of maintaining civil needs around here, the fascist didn't really care. they were to busy expanding..."

soon they reached the door, 503, once inside they were asked to leave all weapons on the left bed...4 guards total were in the room, three, not including joseph held MP5s, not aiming at the guest, but at their sides dangling...just in case this was a set up

Delacosta greeted the man by giving him a quick hand shake, he listened to the information the man had for him and the apoligies for the citys sights,

"it is fine Joseph, your country is beautiful, no worries"

The group climbed the staircase and went in room, 503 , inside they were asked to place their weapons on the bed and they obeyed. El Plague set his two customized .45's on the bed carefully, one of the bodyguards put a H&K USP .45 down and the other three had different model Glocks, Antonio's eyes moved to all the men in the room studying them for a second, he stood there calmly....

"Cigar?"

He reached into his breast pocket removing a long cigar case. He put the case back in his pocket, cut the cigar with a gold cigar cutter and put it to his mouth..

He reached in his pants pocket removing some matches, he struck one and brought it up to the cigar, it ignited then he shook it out,a large cloud of smoke filled the air...

"Joseph, got anything to drink..preferably water?"

Asked Delacosta

"i shall call room service"

Joseph called them on the phone as Antonio walked in.

"welcome to Mokastana City, great place huh, first time hear myself. So i must assure i cannot offer you as much as i could of last week. What are you looking for, we'll start their "

Delacosta replied,

"I am currently buying KG's, 150, at 12 thousand a key, we also have a plantation that brings in another 30KG's at a reliable pace..but i need more, cheaper, and a supplier who can arrange it, also we know that you need assistance getting your product out there..i think we can help you with that aswell, i am...connected...with some powerful people in my nation, people who share a similar vision to ours, reliable transportation is accessable when needed"

He let his words sink taking a puff from his cigar,

"I offer you steady buisness, reliable transportation..along with an oppertunity to .... prosper...as lets say, buisness parteners...assosiates? should you choose to think about my offer bring any terms or requests forward...questions?"

El Plague stood there calmly keeping eye contact with the man before him...

"well im selling for $10,000 a kilo, i can sell you 50 kilos a day for now...in about 2 months that will be up to 250 i can offer a day...I don't know how much you need but that what i got for you"

"10,000 a Kilo my friend is a good deal, depending on quality...i could get it for 10 a Kilo but the quality would not be as good, i could pay a little more and get better stuff, if your quality is good as 12 a key for 10 you have a deal"

He continued,

"50 Kilos a day to start sounds sufficiant for now, then we can move up as you said...things seem to sound reliable, good for buisness.... once it moves up to 250 we will adjust the shipments to ensure that when it is needed you will know and notice can be given beforehand..this way everyone is happy and very well supplied with what they need"

Delacosta moved closer to a table where he flicked the cigar in an ashtray,

"We will be on time, with cash every time....i think i can get used to this arrangement if it is how it sounds so far, also have you had time to think about my partenership offer / buisness assosiate? if your decision is to accept we can discuss matters you have have to address, if you choose to reject my offer then we can assosiate in a friendly manner doing our own thing...the result will be decided by you my friend"

Delacosta smiled...

"we already got a great set up here man, what could i benifit from a partnership with you?

Delacosta never let his smile dissapear, it was a question he was prepared for,

"My friend, my friend, my distibution is able to get your merchandise out there without much trouble..i have friends in high places in my nation, we trade with many nations and are familiar with contacts and such, we can help you..."

The room service came to the door and the water was received, one of the bodyguards took a quick sip from the water then passed it to Antonio who spoke before he put it to his lips,

"Nothing against you as you are a good host, it is a force of habit for them.."

He gestured at the men behind him,

"I have many connections to buyers in large quanity of product, and a steady supply of arms..with funding..for certian interests....look, it is hard to find a honest buisnessman these days..im looking for a man who is interested in making more than he is now, i know i fit that profile...and you, you sir are a good buisnessman, i see it my friend...me and you..i believe we have some things in common that we have yet to discover, tell me what it is you need Mr. Montana, i do agree you have a great set up but why settle when you can aim higher"

at this point Montana had pulled out his own cigar and hadent lit it yet, instead he was mouthing it and talking out his cigar cutter,

"well you see Senor, i am already running out of excess coke to sell, even the new factories and fields we'll only get me so far...currently Cocaine is legal in Mokastana, and we intend to keep it that way...once the new gobernment lets us i will move in on my old rivals turf and control all of the Mokastana Coke production. Please tell me, what do you offer"

Delacosta nodded showing he understood then replied,

"Well, being close assosiates i can help you gain what it is you need, assisting your cause, man power perhalps? funding? weapons? steady buisness with cash on time being reliable, loyal and TRUST worthy....i don't expect you to trust me at this time and im not asking for it, i simply ask for you to consider seeing how things go"

"You mention your goverment, once they let you move on these rivals of yours what will be the cost to maintain your state of power after you suceed in taking back whats rightfully yours?" as for excess supply..i can help you there aswell untill you are fully established, you could consider it an investment in a new...partenership? once things are running smoothly here then we can set up a larger distribution plan involving more product and more nations receiving product.....Like i said, transportation of the goods will not be difficult, i cannot explain at this time but know that i will.."

He shifted his eyes at the other men in the room hoping that Montana would notice what he was getting at,

"That is a conversation for...parteners.."

He flicked his cigar continuing to look at Anthony...

Nicolas lit his Cigar watching the man in front of him very intently, while he didn't quite know what the man meant he saw a look in his eye.

"you want a partnership, you got to tell me what it is that you are getting to, i see that you have the resources, but most of my coke as of now is already sold. Give me the details and then i will see if its worth it."

Delacosta nodded,

"I continue and tell you my source, i believe this can work..if i had any second thoughts i would stick with our original deal and would have already left, but...i see good things to come should you accept"

Antonio spoke,

"We have a large stock pile at this time, and the funding and connections to get more should we need it...without question, you can stay in steady buisness for a small price untill you have what you need here, being a favor and an investment in what i propose....supply my friend...then once you have what you want we will continue regular buisness, by me selling your shit im promoting it at the same time, by us joining together we form a powerful ...assosiation...sence i think this will work i can tell you exactly where it is that i get what i need, you may have heard of him..."

"Cyrus Vespillio, Prince...Cyrus Vespillio..is a close friend of mine, he lends his assistance to his friends...his father the king of course turns a blind eye as if he don't know...or he just flat out does not care...what im saying is, i think it would benifit us to join together...support is always good, si?"

"if we do accept, i still get to sell to who i want right?"

he looked sternly at this guy...just to make sure

Delacosta gave him a single slow nod,

"Of course, there are no limitations..or anything more to it then i have already told you my friend, this friendship would be in place ensuring both partys are happy and prosperous in our dealings...should you choose to accept my offer"

Antonio pushed the cigar into the ashtray, rubbed his hands together then adjusted the diamond ring on his pinky finger which had a rock nearly the size of a beer bottle cap that sparkled in the light of the room...

"All empires need loyal assistance to maintain their power, allies so to speak..."

Montana had a feeling he was missing something, but they seemed like legitimate businessmen and they had nothing to lose...hell this deal would take care of all the excess coke and bring in the cash.

"Ok man, i believe we have a deal, tell me what you got planned"

Delacosta reached his hand out and shook Montana's once they came to a deal,

"We will be able to continue using my source to gain product untill we are ready to ship only from this country.."

"Secondly i need to be informed where it is and when you need the supply to your buisness contacts, then we will work on making moves into new nations together while keeping your current intererests supplied with arms using our transportation under your supervision of course..."

He waited for a responce but quickly added,

"And as a token of my friendship the 2007 Bentley Continential GT outside is yours"

El Plague placed the ticket from valet on the table...

http://www.seriouswheels.com/pics-2006/2006-Bentley-Continental-GTC-SA-Top-1280x960.jpg

"forgive me, but a supply of what are you giving me? Other then that we shall make a great association"

Montana puffed his cigar and got up,

"go ahead and take your guns back, they are street legal for the time being. Were you planning on staying in town for a while or you gotta leave. Cuz this place has some great clubs man, hell i would love to see what this place was like when the Socialist had it"

"forgive me, but a supply of what are you giving me? Other then that we shall make a great association"

Montana puffed his cigar and got up,

"go ahead and take your guns back, they are street legal for the time being. Were you planning on staying in town for a while or you gotta leave. Cuz this place has some great clubs man, hell i would love to see what this place was like when the Socialist had it"

Delacosta grinned,

"Arms of course, M4's, Ak-108's, XM8's, C8 assault rifles...for small arms, Glocks, Beretta's...H&K...to guard these new platations you are receiving you will need weapons..all funded by my good friend Prince Vespillio, he even supplys me with gunship attack helicoptors..all for a small price..."

He smiled..

El Plague motioned for his men to retreive their weapons, one of them brought back Delacostas which he placed back in their holsters under his arms,

"If you would like i am able to stay here for afew days, if you are free? we can discuss buisness aswell as have a good time at these clubs you speak of my friend"

Montana handed his new business parter a card.

"Whenever you want to get together, just call me. you can have this room for as long as you want, its on my tab. Joseph, call the bell hop and have him bring up these guys things. Come on guys lets head out."

The security staff walked out, after giving the room one more sweep down. That and taking the LAWS rocket that was under the left bed. You know for just in case. Montana stood in the door way after all his men had left.

"you guys get in any trouble, just let me know kay?"

and then he walked out

Delacosta took the card, looked at it front and back then placed it inside his suit jacket,

"Ok Amigo, i will give you a call later through the day? we can go spend some money and have some drinks, also thank you for the room!"

He watched them sweep the room down a final time, retreive a LAW from under the bed and head for the door..

"Eh! Montana, don't forget that ticket for your new car!"

Antonio pointed at the Valet ticket to the Bentley.

"ohh of course" he picked it up and headed downstairs to his limo,

"Joseph send one of the guys to get that Bently and bring it to the docks, we got to be ready to get back to Bogotá soon."

"sir, what about the new associates?"

"if they call they call, I'm still in town for two days, what can go wrong? Speaking of which i almost forgot"

He called up Delacosta,

"hey man, about the guns and chit, send them to the Veracruz docks, i will have them disperse the stuff from thier okay?"

Delacosta picked up the phone and listened to Montana's request,

"Sure i will get word to my contacts and have a complete list of the goods sent to you, a list will also acompany the arms, talk to you later"

He hung up the phone and had one of his men contact their people in Osteia placing an order for,

-500 Ak-108 assault rifles
-300 C8 Assault rifles
-200 Grenades
-150 H&K USP.45 semi automatic pistols
-120 Glock.21 semi automatic pistols

**1000 rounds for each of the weapons has also been included**

Delacosta looked at the list,

"Looks like a good start, how are they transporting them?"

One of Delacostas men replied,

"One of our freighters, like usual.."

El Plague nodded. He could hardly wait to sit down and tell Montana how he proposed getting the product into nations where it was illeagal, he already had a plan for their first move together.

The peace talks in Mokastana City was over, it would cost him 10% of his profits but he could stay in business. At least until the socialist regained the sur region, then he would be fucked.

you know what capitalism man is, getting fucked
Riding out of the embassy complex he got on the phone in his private Limo he called up Delacosta .

"hey man you got plans tonight?"

"I was thinking of meeting up at the General's club tonight for business"

The peace talks in Mokastana City was over, it would cost him 10% of his profits but he could stay in business. At least until the socialist regained the sur region, then he would be fucked.

you know what capitalism man is, getting fucked
Riding out of the embassy complex he got on the phone in his private Limo he called up Delacosta .

"hey man you got plans tonight?"

"I was thinking of meeting up at the General's club tonight for business"

Delacosta sat in his room smoking a large joint watching television with his men, then the phone rang,

"It's Mr. Montana"

Delacosta took the phone,

"Hello my friend, no i have no plans tonight, i would like very much to go to this club and have a drink while talking buisness..what time?"

the General's club had gone through numerous changes, most involving the name, but no matter which regime ruled Mokastana it was always the place to be, for the higher class anyways. when it first opened it was called the "estate" club. For the executives and rich of Mokastan to ejoy. after the socialist conquest of the island it was called the "people's" club, but required a sign up to get in, people waited months for the night they were allowed in, after the fascist coup the officers naturally took it. Inside was decorated with symbols of the Imperail armies power, T-90s tanks rolling over burning AABs of the Mejico regions, maps of the paths of famous leaders, and kill records of all who wanted them up. However ever since the High Chancellors assassination one picture of Alex Zapata had been hung in the back over the bar. the man who defended the poor and working class and formed the first Republic of the main Island. He was a hero to the working class, and his grandson or great grandson,no one knew exactly, Miguel Zapata, was another hero to the workers. The Zapata's were no longer alive except in urban legends, but it was through their spirits many revolutions had occurred.

Montanan walked into the club with a guard on either side, the fresh carpet left barley noticeable foot prints of the three...probably because in the week of having it more had walked on that carpet then the parliament entrance, by far...

The AUM were going to increase their current business...See if they had any interest in Hyperspeed or Zen.

A message along these lines was sent via secret channels to the head of the Cocaine empire, to see what they made of it.

They would be peaceful, as if the Mokastanis attacked the AUM... well, Alfegos might kick up fuss about Mokastana attacking Alfegos.

Montana's PDA rang and he sat down...


"AUM seeks business" was all the guy said on the other line

"tell them im busy now, send me an email to this device with their details"

Aum - Alfegos Underground Militia - sell drugs and arms via the black market to civilians.

They have sale of over $200 billion a year, mainly thorugh drug exports to Nova countries.

The special thing about the company is that it only deals with native Alfegos drugs: ZEN, Hyperspeed and, much rarer, Foresight.

All these drugs are grown secretly in Alfegos, and have long been the scourge of the government.
--------

Zen - A drug that detaches the conciuss mind from the uncsiouss. A tablet costs about $20. User may seem to act normally, thought thier bodies are working on autopilot.
The drug lasts for 6 hours, and has no known side effects.

An overdose of 3 25mg pills leads to the user's mind permanently being detached from their body, and a new "consiousness" filling the empty mind. Creepy.

Hyperspeed - A drug that causes massive hyperactivity for a few hours, costing $30 a dose. Sideeffects are deadly attiction, restleesness, extreme sleep patterns, lack of mental functions and eventually Overdose, that kills the body by catastrophic internal haemmoriging. Nasty.

Foresight - A hallucinogen that makes the user experience vivd dreams, that may seem like the future. It is exteremly rare, costing $2000 per dose. Sideeffects include paranoia, agoraphobia, nyctophobia, and in rare cases dementia.

With the Walls of the Raven corps HQ Secretaries worked quickly to to send messages to people around the world and to people who dealt in the less then legal ways of the underground. Montanan was a name that appeared more then once in many different reports. With Aegies now pushing into the drug and controled substances trade competition was now a top priority.

The reports of his vast empire had reached Aegies' desk and the news of stiff competition was not the new he wanted to here today.

" Aegies... We have detected that another group called ' AUM' is trying to facilitate communications with Mr. Montanan. They appear to have developed high power drugs that have some very interesting effects on the human brain. Sources indicate that these products could be our ticket to the big leagues." said a corporate analysist as he looked through a folder of papers that read with a single number of " 0 "

" What is out proposal to deal with this new development?" asked Aegies as he looked through the folder that was passed to him by the analysist.

" We are preparing to send the AUM a proposal to join our firm instead of Montanan. We are hoping to accept our proposal as soon as possioble so we may begin to produce the product." said another corporate employee as he placed another folder on the desk the read " Production "

Aegies nodded and turned his chair to the group who got up and left the room.

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TO: AUM
From: Rogue Inc.
Subject: Contract

To whom it may concern,
We have become interested in your produces, and are willing to discuss a contract to begin selling and marketing your produce with great haste. But do to the delicate structure of the Controled Substance trade we may require you to reply to our offer as quitely as possible. Below we have complied an offer for you to read and reply:

Commission on sales and credit:
We propose that your group will recieved a rate of 30% off all profit made from sales, as well as credit given to the creation of the said products.

You will receive your own section away from the standard set of products which are also sold with our frim.

We hope you will think about our offer and responded as soon as possible.
Signed,
Aegies CEO of Rogue Inc.

The Fego'fai read this with interest.

He composed a reply.

----

TO: Black Agents

We have read your offer, and are willing to accept.
We will begin shipments to your nation of whatever drugs you specify in your order.
We would require the money upfront.

The message that was returned was pleasing to Aegies as he returned and sent a digital money transfere directly to the AUM's account. The input was around the amount of $ 50,000,000 USD. And a letter was sent back:

" We will require the products:
Zen -
Hyperspeed -
Foresight -

"

We will also need some of your Production techs to over see the correct operations of production and distribution.

A large trawler drew into the Black Agent port to meet the Black Agents reps. Onboard was 50 kg of Hyperspeed, about 2 million doses. Also, there was
500 000 Zen pills, in freezer bags, and 20 red Foresight pills, in a velvet box.

All of these were the good to be delivered by two Fego'Fai'dei, two of the daughters of the AUM head, an equivalent of the godfather.

They were dressed in red stolas, decorated with golden braid along the edges of the fabric. And they were deceptive, as they were in fact heavily armed. Concealed under tehir billowing silk clothes were pairs of P90s, each filled with 50 explosive rounds. If that was not enough, they carried two Alfegoan Knives, oddly shaped blades sheathed in mahogany cases.

They were ready to deliver the goods that they prospered on.

Delacosta pulled up to The Generals club in a black Landrover followed by the two BMW X3's as his escort, valet took the vehicles to park them and the five men walked through the main entrace,

"Classy spot" Delacosta said quietly

Two of his men stayed close to the door while the others followed the drug lord to Montana's table..

"Ahh! Montana! nice place here, i can see why you sugested it!"

shook hands with his assosiate...

Aum - Alfegos Underground Militia - sell drugs and arms via the black market to civilians.

They have sale of over $200 billion a year, mainly thorugh drug exports to Nova countries.

The special thing about the company is that it only deals with native Alfegos drugs: ZEN, Hyperspeed and, much rarer, Foresight.

All these drugs are grown secretly in Alfegos, and have long been the scourge of the government.
--------

Zen - A drug that detaches the conciuss mind from the uncsiouss. A tablet costs about $20. User may seem to act normally, thought thier bodies are working on autopilot.
The drug lasts for 6 hours, and has no known side effects.

An overdose of 3 25mg pills leads to the user's mind permanently being detached from their body, and a new "consiousness" filling the empty mind. Creepy.

Hyperspeed - A drug that causes massive hyperactivity for a few hours, costing $30 a dose. Sideeffects are deadly attiction, restleesness, extreme sleep patterns, lack of mental functions and eventually Overdose, that kills the body by catastrophic internal haemmoriging. Nasty.

Foresight - A hallucinogen that makes the user experience vivd dreams, that may seem like the future. It is exteremly rare, costing $2000 per dose. Sideeffects include paranoia, agoraphobia, nyctophobia, and in rare cases dementia.


Monatana looked over the email he got, his other accociate still handnt arrived so he decided to replay and see what they had to offer.

TO: AUM
FROM: MONTANA NATURAL PRODUCTS COMPANY

i understand that you're government doest like your drugs, i offer you the ability to make them in the Sur region of Mokastana. The current republic wont get to the drug issue for a while, and when they do we can buy them off. Trust me i can hide your factories and keep foreign powers out of my empire. With all the trade between Mokastana and Alfegos it will be easy to smuggle them back into you're country. IF this sounds like a deal email me back.

Montana put away his PDA and walked over to his associate,

"Amigo, how good it is to see you, but i must insist on trying one of my cigars, trust me, $70 dollars a box they are worth it. best shit to come out of this island man."

on the dance floor people were partying while the strippers were getting ready for their act. while prostitution was frowned upon in Mokastana no government in 40 years had band it. and it was rumored that these girls were the best, for the right price of course. and not ALL of them did that.

"so tell me about this smuggling idea youve been bouncing around

The AUM deleagte sent a reply:

"We will be willing to begin a gorwing pragram for Hyperspeed in your nation. We will send a delegate to discuss this matter with you."

meet me in Bogota in one week to discuss that

(OOC: maybe another thread for that this one is getting crowded)

he replied that in one last email before going back to talking with Delacosta

Delacosta took one of the cigars after placing hiw own back inside his suit,

"Thank you my friend"

Antonio looked around the club at the people on the dance floor and the strippers getting into position, a waitress caught his eye, she had long black hair, beautiful curves, dark mysterious eyes and light brown skin...she looked over,

"Wow..she's beautiful..."

He nodded in her direction and put a smile on his face, El Plague's attention then returned to his partener,

"Errhmm..sorry my friend, ah! the smuggling! well you know how customs and other agencys like to root around in cargo comming from well known nations with drug connections? we use Osteian ships..the goods won't be stored in the vessel of course but under..attached to the hull...they won't catch on for awhile..."

He shrugged..

Montana looked over at the waitress and agreed...but business first

"so you want to attach the cache to a hull man, not bad, i was afraid you were going to use bodies or something. You know, something creepy like that. So when did you want the first shipment, and do you want it in a pacific port or an Atlantic one?"

Montana motioned for the waitress to come over,

" she if she's worth the money man"

Delacosta laughed,

"Naw, the bodys we make dissapear as fast as they become dead"

The drug lord cut his cigar and put it to his mouth,

"I would like to get a shipment ..umm..a week? two weeks? i can have it out there immeaditly, i have been speaking to my contacts in other nations..mob bosses..dealers...i already have somthing in Void Templar lined up"

He withdrew a match and lit the cigar in his mouth then shook it out, as the waitress approached Delacosta spoke once more...

"She don't look that type my friend.."

Antonio was interested in this girl, he found himself drawn to her...and for once sex wasn't the dominant thing on his mind when he looked at this girl, she was ...different...

Swift was sitting in his office, looking out at the view of the Island. He always did this at this time of day, the sun illuminated the edges of the trees. He took a drag on his cigarette then placed it in the ashtray. He checked a small list on the table, then sat down, took out his phone and sent a text to Delacosta.
When's the shipment coming?

"i don't care what you do with her, but have a good time, we'll be ready with 1200 kilos by next week ok, or do you need more?"

Montana was eyeing the strippers, one saw his ring and winked back at him, she worked her way off the stage and began dancing over,

"well i got to go man, talk to Joseph with anything else"

Swift was sitting in his office, looking out at the view of the Island. He always did this at this time of day, the sun illuminated the edges of the trees. He took a drag on his cigarette then placed it in the ashtray. He checked a small list on the table, then sat down, took out his phone and sent a text to Delacosta.
When's the shipment coming?

Delacosta's thoughts were interupted when he felt his phone vibrate, he quickly took it out of his pocket and looked at a message from Swift, one of the mob bosses in Void Templar, he quickly wrote back..

I will notify you of that shortly my friend, won't be long

He sent the message then placed the phone back in his pocket,

"Sorry, other buisness..."

He grinned,

"Of course my friend, and i think that 1200 kilos will be good for now..if i do need more i will be sure to let you know in advance!"

Once Montana said he had to go Delacosta shook his hand,

"Ok, see you around!"

The girl approached and Delacosta invited her to sit with him,

"Im sorry, ..i..have things i need to do"

He moved closer,

"Wait..at least let me introduce myself?"

She smiled breifly as if she was unsure of what to say or do...

"I am Antonio Alexander Delacosta"

He took her hand and kissed it gently,

"And i am Maria Santos, have a good evening Mr. Delacosta"

She turned and walked away, he watched her dissapear into the crowd, Antonio knew exactly what it was he wanted looking at one of his men he said,

"Firey one, that one..." El Plague chuckled..

Antonio relaxed for the rest of the evening, he drank brandy on the rocks, smoked cigars and got a real good buzz on. At around midnight he seen Miss Santos heading for the door so he quickly got to his feet and moved towards the door followed by his men,

"No, stay here.."

They obeyed and their boss exited the club and strolled into the street where he seen Miss Santos go down an alley way. He staggerd forward turning to go down the alley way to see four men had gotten in the way of Maria who was trying to pass, Antonio could not hear what they were saying but decided to move closer...

"I don't have any money! get out of my way!" Yelled Maria

One of the men walked forward and struck her with an open hand causing her to fall to the ground,

"HEY! what the fuck do you think your doing man, keep your hands off the lady!"

Three of them moved forward then all of a sudden a gunshot rang out,

**POW**

The man in the rear toppled to the ground and the other three spun around reaching for their own weapons, quickly El Plague drew his customized 45's opening fire..

**POW, POW, POW, POW**

He hit two of the men, his aim was off due to his drunkeness, the third man spun back around and fired a single shot from a .38 hitting Delacosta in the arm,

"Ahh! fuck you!" he yelled as he hit the ground

Maria aimed at the back of the mans head squeezing the trigger of her own pistol, a PPK,

**POW**

The last standing man fell on his face, his brains blown all over the wall beside them. Maria recovered herself and rushed to Antonios side,

"Mr. Delacosta, you have got yourself shot..oh my god!"

He chuckled,

"But i have your attention....we need to get the fuck out of here..where is Montana or my men..fuck....OH and you remembered my name!"

He smiled..

OOC: I edited, giving you room to come in or somthing :-) spices the story up!

Joseph had kept an eye out in the club, even when Delacosta decided to go down and alley and follow some girl, once the shots rang out he pulled a sawed off shotgun from his coat and cocked it running into the alley,

"Mr. Delacosta what the hell happend here?"

---------------

Montana was getting the greatest ride of his life, something that this girl could do every time. Then the shots rang out. he dropped her as fast as he grabbed his personal .48 cal semi-auto magnum, a new toy he picked up in town. Running out of the back room for of his men surrounded him guns up.

"who the fuck was shooting!!"


-----------------

Mokastana Police PD

"shots fired outside generals club, i repeat shots fired, need officers their now"

three Mokan PD cruisers raced to the scene of the shooting, firearms were hard to come by after the band by the last government, the guns stores were re-opened for just a few days and with a limited selection, but then again this was Mokastana. Guns were everywhere.

**ENCRYPTED DOCUMENT**

To: Anthony Montana
From: Umbra corporatum representitive #24299
Subject: Business deal

The Umbra corporatum of Francopolis Prime would like to congratulate you on doing so well in your ventures, and is placing the offer on the table for a large shipment to be traded over international waters.

Requested items/amount: 50,000 kilograms of pure cocaine.
Total price offered: Fifty Million US$

If this order cannot be met by the 3rd of next month, it is to be considered null and void.

**END ENCRPTION**

Montana's PDA went off again, but that was the last of his worries, the club was ordered locked down by management. Montana was allowed outside probably because his mens guns were far superior to the 9mm of the security at the generals club. Two men went for cover and moved like commandoes to the alley, both with sawed off A-07 rifles, seeing Joseph they came out and one noticed the bullet wound on Delacosta's arm.

"here let me help you" he let his gun hang from his shoulder, on saftey of course, and began patching up Delacosta.


Montana walked in the alley, still looking like sex,
what Fucking is going the fuck on here?"

He slowly sat up speaking to Joseph

"Those cockroaches tryed to fuck with Miss Santos here, then i came..even though she could of handel it herself, she offed him..i shot those two, then she killed the last one after he shot me..i could have caught them all if my vision wasn't impared"

He chuckled once more setting the .45 he still held on the ground beside the one he dropped, Delacostas men rushed outside...



He laughed hystericly

"They got fucked up!"

Maria looked at all the men standing around with guns, she couldn't quite figure out why Delacosta was laughing, he had been shot....

"Mr. Delacosta, im not even going to ask what you do for a living.."

"I am into real estate sweet heart...Jose, get the fuck over here and help me up..jesus, i was shot..and im really drunk.."

One of Delacosta's bodyguards rushed over and helped him up,

"This is what i pay you for?"

Maria put her pistol back in her handbag, Jose retreived El Plague's pistols holding them by their ivory grips,

"Don't fucking scratch them"

He turned to Joseph, a man was fixing up his wound..

"Thank you, Thank you...well..we should head back to the hotel before the police come and i get thrown in jail.."

"Boss, one of us should drive your vehicle" Jose said..

Delacosta mumbled,

"Why would i let you drive when you can't even do your job right..fuckin' idiots..im driving"

Maria stepped in front of him,

"Please Mr. Delacosta, your in no shape to drive..i will take you.."

A smile crossed his face then the drug lord ran his hand over his slicked back hair to his pony tail,

"Ok?"

He stumbled over to Montana who just appeared looking confused

"Id like to thank you for the hospitality my friend, relax.." He staggerd sideways

Sirins could be heard in the distance..

Montana checked his PDA,


"shit 50,000 keys, got to scrap some shit up..."

hey looked around waving the pistol no doubt he was trashed as well.

"you know what, perhaps we should stay somewhere else, i got a safe house.."

"Mr. Montana," Joseph was checking the bodies, "these men are Gonzalez's troops"

Montana suddenly sobered up

"fuck me, we need to get outta here now!!!"

the limo pulled up in front, Montana's men got in while Montana led them behind the club into a street van. Joseph got into the drivers seat

Delacosta's jaw dropped,

"Thats alot of shit man...holy fuck.."

When Antonio was told about another location by Montana he nodded,

"Ok? we leave the cars here and come with you? they are rentals....and who the fuck is Gonzalez? does he want a fight?"

El Plague swayed back and fourth following Montana behind the club towards a van..

they piled into the van......Joseph drove off into the night as the MCPD pulled up in the front, Montana's men would probably get in trouble for the large stach of munitions, but a small fine is all they would face

"Gonzalez is my rival, we haven't done any hits on each other for 6 years, why the hell are they here? I dont know why they are here"

Joseph spoke up,

"what did they want?"

El Plague looked at his arm and winced,

"Thats some fucked up shit my friend, it don't look good..i undertand they don't usually come here to party?"

Maria spoke up when Joseph asked what thye wanted,

"Well when i was walking they were standing there smoking, then they asked me if i made alot of money tonight...i ignored them untill they got in my face, one asked if i had any money and if i would like to make some real quick..i replied i have no money and i would not like to make any, especially from them"

She paused,

"Thats when he hit me and Mr. Delacosta came...one of them said to the other, is that him?"

Delacosta spoke,

"Call me Antonio Miss Santos, Antonio...please.."

She continued,

"That is all i remember, when i came to shortly after i reached into my hand bag and got my gun...thats when i shot the man standing over me, i do not take shit from people..im glad i shot him and im glad her's dead, they were peices of shit"

Antonio chuckled,

"I told you about this one Montana, ha ha"

they continued to the safe house, Joseph spoke up

"almost their"


"those fuckers, they must of caught wind of my move against them...fuck those cockroaches, Its time we called in the hard ball, i want a fucking bomb in his front room FUCK GONZALEZ!!!"

El Plague sat there quietly listening to Montana explain what was going on, he liked Montana, he reminded him alot of himself when he was mad...

"Fuck him Anthony, we will take care of him right...i help you my friend, as parteners..your at war, im at war.."


Maria nodded in responce to Joseph, even though he could not see her..

"I hope they don't know i killed some of their men...i will be in trouble, they will kill me!"

Antonio shook his head,

"Like fuck, they won't touch you without getting through me first..they will need a fucking army to take me..."

She smiled, she loved how cocky Delacosta was, he was even in a good mood after being shot...it was..attractive...

"Thank you for what you did Antonio.."

He smiled,

"It was not a problem, it was my pleasure..."

Message to the Cartel

Thanks for the goods, boys. Hope to do more business soon.

Glad to be here,
Victor

they got to a small bar and grill outside of the city, Montana walked out and lead them to the back of the building, there were two doors in the back , on said DO NOT ENTER, and the other said EMPLOYEE ENTRANCE, they went in the DO NOT ENTER, flipped a switch and entered the employee entrance, their was a side door that had popped open, Montana opened it and walked down the stairs. the safe house seemed like a small apartment, furnished with decent furniture and a fridge of non-perishables and alcohols, as well as a few medical supplies.

"we got three bedrooms, two couches and sleeping bags here"

Montana was sober and aware of the situation by now, his anger had subsided, he was ready to hit the hay,

Joseph, who hadn't drank anything, was checking the safe house making sure it was safe, then calling Bogota to notify them of the situation, even if those men were just hanging out and picked up the wrong chick, Montana's boys and Gonzalez's had clashed, and both were looking for a reason for war...and now they had it.

**ENCRYPTED DOCUMENT**

To: Anthony Montana
From: Umbra corporatum representitive #24299
Subject: Business deal

Additional terms and conditions may be negotiated if the current situations do not permit you to move forward with the deal. The corporatum looks forward to your reply with most eagerness.

**END ENCRYPTION**

Delacosta was sobering up and his arm was starting to burn. Once they arrived at the bar & grill outside of town the group went through a door that was clearly marked "Do Not Enter", Montana flicked a switch turning on the lights, after going through a side door they desended down some stairs into a well furnished safe house..

Montana said, he appeard to be completely sober by now..

Delacosta and Maria sat down while El Plagues four men remained standing,

"They wanna goto war...we take them to war...."

Antonio looked at everyone around the room,

"That arms shipment you wanted is already on it's way to your docks..you will have them soon..."

Maria looked very confused about this whole situation, she closed her eyes and leaned on Antonio's shoulder...

"Delacosta," Montana Started, "you remind me a lot myself, I'm glad we went into business together, Maria, I dont know how you got here, but welcome to my home."

he checked his PDA again

"shit let me get this..."

he typed something and emailed off a response..

"as for Gonzalez let me show you something"

The portrait of Zapata behind Montana lifted up revealing a flat screen TV....

----------------------

**ENCRYPTED DOCUMENT**

To: Umbra corporatum representitive #24299
From: Anthony Montana
Subject: RE: Business deal


Sorry for the late response, a hit job went wrong against me, but as you see i am still here. While most of my supply is already sold off i do have about 4000 kilos in storage ready for shipment. Where do you you need it?

**END ENCRYPTION**

Maria had climbed in the back of the van when everyone had left assisting El Plague and carrying his duel chrome, ivory gripped, gold slide .45's he set down after being wounded,

"Thank you" she replied with sleepy tone..

Delacosta grinned,

"I was thinking the same thing Montana...."

He paused and then continued,

"Im glad we are also in buisness, this can go far my friend, i had every intention to return to Osteia but these fuckers shot me! who knows they could of known i was here and were comming for me... im sure they heard of me being here,Maria did say they asked 'Is that him'...it could have been me my friend, if you would like i will stay with you and we can tend to these issues, along with cheak out the merchandise i have sent you"

"If you agree to accept my assistance, we will hit them like the Plague...showing no mercy, striking hard, killing quickly before they can find a resolve...."

El Plague's dark eyes sparkled as he talked on the subject, his facial expression turned sinister...

the LCD screen lit up a main screen showed many files that could be accessed; Montana reality, Montana Sports, Defense, Porn, Garbage, and Main network to name a few....Montana Pulled out a contoller from the behind the screen, he pointed at a "Montana sports" and clicked, that file opened up to and he clicked on the short cut to "Empire" from their he went though a few more screens until he got a map of the Mokan Territories (http://i241.photobucket.com/albums/ff213/mokastana/mokanempire-1.gif?t=1190400616)

"You see the southern or "sur" region is all mine. The territories formerly known as Central Americana are his. He has enough factories to produce 500 kilos a day. Pretty much everything between Panama City and the Cancun peninsula is Gonzalez's. His mansion is in Santa Villa, but i cant get anyone into the city. I need a plan, or an outsider..."

Delacosta nodded examining the screen,

"Well my friend, there are two ways to deal with this..."

He stood up slowly and made his way over to the liquer cabnet where he took a glass and a bottle of Jamacian rum, he spoke while he mixed a drink..

"One, we can strike him hard with hit squads at his plantations and factorys...secondly, we could try and get someone in his organization with the intention to take him out...but that takes time.."

El Plague turned around taking a sip of his glass,

"I can bring men in from Osteia, skilled men, to help yours out...those arms i sent you should arrive any day now, the men i bring in...forty..fifty..will already be armed to the teeth with the same type of weaponry, if we execute the plan properly we will win with minimal loss...or..acceptable...loss..comprende?"

"I can arrange what we need for this..arms, munitions, training, acouple attack helicoptors.."

He took another sip, his eyes shifted to each person in the room leaving it open for discussion..

"I got contacts in the Sur region Defense Forces, but no Confederate nation can enter another without permission, so buying a military strike is out of the question, This has to be done between cartels. Military conquest is out of the question, if we send in large teams, they send the fucking army after us. then its real war. Get your men here, but i got to figure out if he really wanted to hit me or if it was just an accident. I only fuck over someone if they deserve it man."

Delacosta nodded and replied,

"Ok man, we must come to a different resolve...i see what you are saying"

He took another drink then spoke to Jose,

"Yo, get word to Senior' Hernandez and have him send down fifty of my best with their gear"

"Si' El Plague"

The man went to the secure phone and got right to it, Delacosta quickly walked over to him and wispered,

"Have him do a cheak on a Miss Maria Santos...we can't have no more shit here man.."

He nodded to Montana,

"I will tell you later my friend"

"Ok, so all the nessasary inquiries must be made to see whats up with this Gonzalez cat.....but my friend, they were looking for somebody.."

Antonio took a stiff drink from the glass then set it on the table,

**ENCRYPTED DOCUMENT**

To: Anthony Montana
From: Umbra corporatum representitive #24299
Subject: RE: Business deal

The corporatum finds this news...dissapointing. However, we are willing to purchase your surplus at a discounted price of nine thousand US$ per kilogram, coming to a total price of thirty-six million US$. As for the location of the transaction, the increased flexibility of our trade timeframe allows us more freedom than previously indicated, and thusly we can make this transaction in any open ground area you deem suitable. As for security, two teams of the 1st regimental transhuman forces will be supplied on site. Please respond at your earliest convenience.

**END ENCRYPTION**

"well let me make a few phone calls, get my contacts to see who...those fuckers,"

his PDA went off again


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To: Umbra corporatum representitive #24299
From: Anthony Montana
Subject: RE: Business deal


sorry man, price is 10,000 a kilo, you cant get cheaper then that.


Montana

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"hello man, yes find out who gonzalez wanted, and why his men were after us"


two gunshots rang out from upstairs...

**ENCRYPTED DOCUMENT**

To: Anthony Montana
From: Umbra corporatum representitive #24299
Subject: RE: Business deal

Although normally we would reject the offer, due to circumstances and pricing we are inclined to accept your offer of ten thousand US$ per kilogram. Please designate a meet site.

**END ENCRYPTION**

To: Umbra corporatum representitive #24299
From: Anthony Montana
Subject: RE: Business deal


how about the Bogota AF base, i do most of my business there. I will notify the military of your entrance

**ENCRYPTED DOCUMENT**

To: Anthony Montana
From: Umbra corporatum representitive #24299
Subject: RE: Business deal

Very well. We shall arrive in 12 hours time. The corporatum looks forward to future transactions with your enterprise.

**END ENCRYPTION**

Joseph stood in the door way with his shot gun aimed at the safe house entrance, two shots were heard up stairs and then it got quiet, some running, a scream, something bad was going on up there,

Montana had already grabbed the A-07 from the back room and threw one to Delacosta,

"get ready for some shit man! Joseph, get up thier and clean it out"

Joseph kicked the safe door opened and their stood two men with A-03s, shocked to see the big Russian kick open the door. He fired one shell from his Spas 12 auto into the first guy, knocking his bloody corpse into the other, giving him enough time to look out and see three more guys trying to sneak in, he fired one more shell into the two bloody bodies and ducted back into the safe house avoiding rounds fired off by the three would be assassins,

Antonio caught the A-07, he was still bleeding from his gunshot wound early although it had been fixed up alittle,

"Mother fuckers!'

Delacosta went after Joseph, Maria remained on the couch but took one of El Plague's .45's, cheaked the mag, there were still afew rounds and one in the chamber. Delacosta heard gun fire from Montana's guy ahead clearing them out, Antonio heard a shot gun blast then return small arms fire just ahead of him, then Joseph appeared in the door way..

Antonio aimed outside and fired one shot, the weapon he was using jammed causing him to reach for his pistols but he left them downstairs,

"Shit, my guns jammed.."

El Plague dropped the A07 and took a Glock.21 off one of the dead bodys along with a H&K USP.45,

"Problem solved my friend!"

El Plague stepped around the corner and opened fire with both pistols, two of the men dodged the fire but one in the rear was struck twice, once in his leg and once in his side, the man crumpled to the ground. The remaining assasins, 2, were armed with Ak-47's, fired afew single shot rounds, then a burst from one guy and they ran around the side of the house, El Plague was nearly struck but moved in the doorway,

"Lets get them!"

Antonio moved outside keeping low with both weapons in hand, the man he wounded lay on the ground and slowly raised his hand from the weapon to show he wasn't hostille, Delacosta didn't even stop just leveled the H&K and fired a single shot through the mans head...

Montana ran up to the door, stuck his gun out and left off a 14 round "burst"...

"dammit man we could've used that one..Montana said motioning to the dead one that surrendered...

pulling a grenade out of his pocket he chucked a flash bang outside, the explosion took out three more assassins, then he ran out and emptied his clip unto the ones still vaguely aware after the flash bang, dropping his A-07 he pulled out his .48 magnum and walked with it up into the small bar and grill, the stench of blood was overpowering...Joseph moved up behind him with his shotgun reloaded and up...


"everyone's dead man"

Botoga AF Base:


Nicoli stood on the airstrip waiting for the representatives from Francopolis Prime, already the business was booming, they didn't even have excess coke to sell anymore...well except a few hundred kilos to be sold in this transaction.

Delacosta's four men rushed outside holding their weapons at the ready, a short burst came from the tree line and one was hit, he dropped immeaditly, everyone opened fire in the direction of the shots fired....then..

All was quiet..

Delacosta cheaked his arm, the white bandage was now soaked red...

"Where are the cars?"

El Plague's bodyguard Jose went to the treeline and recovered a Ak-47 from the dead body, the others knelt over their fallen friend who was shaking violently on the ground, dark blood oozed from his mouth....

OOC: Sorry for my absence, i work ALOT of hours a week....i missed this Rp though!

OOC: understandable...While you were gone Montana's Empire had grown a lot though,
IC:

"this is Gonzalez's work all right, he loves the bangs and shit" Montana said kicking a dead body, a waitress to be exact.

"we need to get back to Bogota ASAP, and what about her," He motioned to Maria,

"IF she couldnt figure out our business after the discussion in the basement then this as for sure gives her a big clue. So what should we do with you?"

Delacosta nodded holding his arm, pistol still gripped in his hand...

"Fuck Gonzalez, he will get his..."

Maria came stood outside holding El Plague's custom gold .45's in each hand, she looked around nervously..

Antonio spoke,

"What do you want Maria? if you want out..get out now.."

She looked at everyone standing around, then right at Delacosta..

"I want to go"

El Plague looked at Montana waiting for his responce. Jose and Delacosta's two other men moved to the corner of the house and cheaked it out to make sure the hitmen were gone,

"All clear"

"ok then lets go, Joseph get us new cars, I don't trust anything Gonzalez might of touched."

A phone called later a helicopter was on the way...

"so Maria, I dont know what the hell you are doing but what about your family, and all them. The last thing i need is a government agent this close to me, you get me?"

Delacosta nodded in agreement,

"Si' my friend"

Maria looked saddened,

"I don't know my family Senior Montana...and i assure you i am not a goverment agent, i hate politics"

She turned her back and walked towards Jose and the other two by the corner of the house,

Delacosta spoke,

"Anthony, i had one of my men run a back ground cheak on Miss Santos...her family was killed by the goverment when she was nine..in front of her very eyes, her father supported an opposing faction..."

He glanced over at her...

"It's your call Montana.."

"OK then lets get the hell outta here, The helicopter is almost here"

Montana's men stood in a standard Military LZ defense position, because well most were ex-military. The beauty of drugs was that it paid more then Standard Infantry. Not to mention had far more benefits, like job security, insurance that covered everything, and everything their families needed. Montana never fucked over people for what their families did, but it did help to have leverage.


The helicopter touched down and they got the hell out without further incident, soon they were on Montana's Private plan back to Bogota...

"I'm sorry Mr. Delacosta, did you need anything from the room or did you forget anyhting in Mokastana City?"

Montana realized he had left a few things, but he had men to take of it, Delacosta may or may not.

The helicoptor came and gave them their extract to a private plane that then took them towards Bogota, their destination....

On the plane...

Maria sat quietly to herself near the back, she had been quiet ever sence they had left the safe house, Delacosta's three men were also onboard chatting among one another about what had just happened so suddenly.

Antonio replied to Montana when he asked him the question,

"Ohh, afew things...three suits, 3 grand a peice, a watch, some shades, and about 2500 in cash...nothing really, forget it my friend..i have lots more of all those items"

He smiled. His wound was looked at and bandaged up once more by a man at the airfield, El Plague was feeling average at this time, the small dose of morphine helped alot although the drug lord was sweating bullets....

The touched down in Bogotá, the old matted runway had a few bumps but nothing that major. On the runway at least one hundred of Montana's men had set a perimeter and security. A few old school AAB tanks and BTRs were forming up. If Gonzalez wanted a war, then he was going to get a war. Already what had started as the largest Drug Cartel in the region was now a Corporate Power. Montana Industries was now dealing in Railroads, Finances, Records Deals, Drugs, Arms, Politics, you name it and somewhere in Sur was a Montana Company running it. They were expanding around the Globe, and where Montana reached, Drugs and Guns followed. He had become an overnight success, the last few months of free expansion had guaranteed his rule of the Sur region, now he competing in the International Market. Gonzalez had a reason to fear him.

"Ok then, If you want i can buy those all back, as a gift for having to go through that shit. As for now, we go to Santa Villa and track down that Cockroach"

Delacosta shook his head and replied,

"No, thats fine my friend"

The group moved off the plane onto the runway, Delacosta spoke to Montana..

"Whats your plan Montana?"

"just you wait, i made a few phone calls on the way in. Just me ask you one question, Do you want to see Gonzalez squeal himself or do you want to just make him disappear?"

In front of the two men a jeep pulled up, it was Armoured, had a small satellite dish on top and was all black. Shiny black, even for one of the muddiest regions of Mokastana. The headlights faded off as it pulled up to them and stopped, as the door opened the side of it said "MBSA" the Mokan equivalent of CIA, FBI, and NSA in one. Under the letters was a smaller D, for Domestic.

"Mr. Montana we were expecting you"

"Of course, is everything set up?"

"Everything for the right price, of course"

"10% of this years income right?"

"Yep"

he turned to Delecosta

"In exchange for 10% i am untouchable for one year, and they will get us in to Mejic to take care of Gonzalez. We will be escorted by the BSA to get him, tell me that would not be an awsome attack amigo"

"I wanna be the one who makes the mother fucker squeel"

He chuckled,

"I will come along, i ask you if i can bring in some of my people to help?"

Delacosta looked over the goverment vehicle and nodded to one of the agents...

"Funny you should mention that amigo, it will only be our men doing the actual attack, the BSA will be the ones who let us in and keep everyone out."

"exaclty." the agent said, well then Montana I bid you goodbye, one week from now have this runway set up with the men and supplies you need. You will be in Mejico for 1 week, 3 days before the operation and 4 days after. We recommend 50 men no less. Have fun, Montana"

the two agents went back to the jeep and drove off as quickly as they appeared.


This time Montana looked at El Plague with a more serious tone

"you know what capitalism is man, its getting fucked. Those MBSA bastards don't care who wins, because the winner get control of the drugs of all of Mokastana. I wouldn't doubt it if they are supplying Gonzalez as well. Those government bastards, they do nothing and make a shit load. Fuck em, let's get some men ready shall we"

Delacosta nodded understandingly,

"Alright, there is a man from Void Templar i would like to bring along aswell, a good man to have near by...Dominic Quincy?..a mafia hitman/muscle...highly recommended he come, i can have him here in ..four hours"

He paused waiting for a responce then added quickly,

"Ahh, yes and that reminds me..your arms shipment? we can go cheak it out and give the men we are taking those weapons i sent down..a little test run?"

"No i don't think i have ran into him yet, but any gun is a good gun. Sure we shall try out your arms shipment there, nothing quite like a live fire exercise ehh?"


Currently Montana Inc. was producing record numbers of M16A1s, RPG-7s, and other aging weapons of war. He wanted to get some modern toys, like those rail guns that the government was working on...

El Plague chuckled,

"Very good my friend, we will show this puto who's boss"

Antonio turned to Jose,

"Call the Void, ask for Dominic Quincy you know where..tell him to be at the airport for 2, private flight number 0116...they will be expecting him on time"

Jose nodded and strolled off to use the sat phone. Maria hung close to Delacosta remaining silent, he turned to her and gave a warm smile..

"When do we go cheak out these guns?"

"Mr. Quincy?"
"Yeah?"
"Call for you, on behalf of Mr. Delacosta."
"Ah good. What's it say?" Dominic said, idly polishing his Desert Eagle.
"He asks for you to be at the usual airport, flight number 0116. And on time, for once."
Dominic smiled, and nodded. "Got it. Thanks."

A few minutes later, Dominic was being driven to the airport in a Black S 350L.

"we should go now...which port did you send them to again? That and i have made a few purchases from here and there, have you ever heard of a earthquake bomb?"