NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC: on my first thread ever i had a civil war http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=531249
in the aftermath three leaders of the defeated faction had escaped to other nations, Grosse Riech and Urcea. Grosse Riech ceased to exist and i havent seen Urcea in a while....so im going to say they have fled to other nations. they are as follows:

Head of State: Field Marshall Anthony Durkin
Foreign Minister: CEO Jon Russell of Russell Information Technologies
Army Commander: Generalissimo Juan Vasquez

You can be a host nation to any of them but they are considered war criminals and the MBSA(Mokastana Bureau of Secret Affairs) is hunting them down.



IC:

Jon Russell stood in line at the grocery counter, same old, same old. Behind him was an old lady who wouldn't stop griping about the problems of "today's youth" while the two punk kids in front of him continued to look at the girlie magazines. His groceries were getting warm, and to think he used to be able to...no cant think like that anymore Jon. Those days are over, just be happy you are alive. It had been over three years since his exile, and in those three years he had watched the power of Mokastana grow from a small ignorant island to a regional power. while the influence of Mokastana wasn't global it was closing in on him. It would only be a matter of time before a tourist from Mokastana would remember his face from the war, from the TV, from a wanted poster. His days were numbered. He knew it, at least once a week he would take out his six shooter, load it and put it to his head, and decide that instead of saving them the trouble, he would be a thorn in Mokastana's side for as long as he lived. He paid for his groceries and left the store and walked to his car. As he pushed his groceries down the parking lot he saw a van in the distance, big, black, and slowly pulling in.

This is it, he thought.

The van pulled into a parking spot next to Jon's car. His heart began to race. Inside his jacket was the six gun, loaded. waiting for this day, his pace slowed and he continued pushing the groceries...10 feet.....7 feet....5 feet....3 feet....he unlocked his truck and began loading the food in, a man got out of the side of the van and withdrew a silenced Glock 9mm, Jon pulled out his six gun and fired, missed and fired again. the loud gunshots from the .45 pistol caught the attention of a cop across the street. while the assailent wasnt hit he knew it was no longer a quiet job

OCC: Any nation willing to host this incident?

The president was sitting 50 metres underground, in a mahogany panelled room with a plush red carpet and moulded ceiling. This was the secret meeting place of the four most powerful men in the country.

The president sat at the head of the delicately carved bullet-wood table, the entire thing a piece of beauty: its surface was covered with many veneers of rare woods from around the Alfegos empire, or what it had once been.

In the centre of the table was a holographic projector: a rare device seen only in the confines of the ministry of secrets, in city police headquarters and in senate. It was currently showing a coloured image of a mans head.

"Anthony Durkin. Thought dead for 3 years, but now we have CCTV footage of him in our nation: more notably in Milkavich. This makes it much more worrying."

The image cut to a hazy 3D camera image compiled from the Milkavich Central Jurisdiction.

"As you can see, he has not changed much. We need to hunt him down quickly. We all remember the communist revolts of '50 and '81. We don't it to happen again: it is a wound that should not be reopened again. Suggestions of how to get him, my friends?"

He looked around the table to the three other men: the Vice-President, the Minister of Secrets and the Fego'Fai of the AUM. The Minister of Secrets was the first to speak.

"We will not be able to use the Rai project: it was permanently decommisioned and is currently at the final stages of a serious investigation.
We will also not be able to use the Xeo or Soi'Ki projects: one will be too obvious and the other just doesn't bear thinking about if anyone see it. I reccomend a hit by one of the Spec'tos teams."

"I think that is the best course of action: any others? Good. We shall vote. All in favour?"

Everyone nodded their agreement.

"It is done. They will ride tonight. Also, Vice-President, we need a message sent to the Mokastanans telling them we have solved a problem for them."

They stepped out of the room, the holographic projector shutting down as they left the room. It locked behind them, the 6 layer security system activating. They walked into a small elevator that took them up into the president's office.

"We will meet again this coming Friday. Good luck to you all and... be careful out there."

OOC: anyone want to host the first situation, its suppose to be in a random country....


IC:


Ramero Sterling, as Anthony was going by nowadays, was walking downtown. He knew he had to get out of Alfegos. While it was a great idea to hide in the allies back yard he knew sooner or later they would catch up with him. He flashed back to getting a house in Urcea, being jsut an average Joe, Ignored by the government and then the day three Assassins broke into his house. He saw them waiting for him to come in and decided to walk around to the side of his house, where he kept a shotgun and a frag grenade. He lost his half a pint of blood and his left arm but he killed them all. Soon he fled to a few other nations and now had ended up in Alfegos. Looking back on it he remembered how he ended up here. He had gone back to Mokastana after the Military coup, hoping to be re accepted. Hopeing his hatred for the socialist would unite him. Sadly though the man in charge was one of the weaker conservatives he tried to exicute. Then his hope had turned into a two month man hunt on the island. Eventually he paid his way to Mejico and from their created Ramero Sterling, and moved to Alfegos....now he needed to get out

The holographic cameras watched him moving down the street, recording everything. The small projector that team 4 were carrying was slapped shut as they stood besides his house. They had between them a massive sniper rifle, but if that would not suffice, silenced pistols. They first though had taken the liberty of wiring up his car and house with explosives.

Of course Alfegoes was a temporary position, even now he had just gotten back from applying to change Citizenship to become a citizen of Consumer Technologies. Under two different IDs he had applied to for citizenship in NeoAztec and the last in Drvarska. Hoping that the Mokans would lose the sent there. Of course rather then going home he had to take care of some other plans he had, running from international spies was one thing. You could do it if you had the money and power to do so. However he realized that his money would eventually run out. what he did save was enough to start a good black market operation if he needed to, and now he needed to. He was to meet his contact in an ally downtown. Some high ranker in the Alfegos army, someone who could "lose" a few battle rifles and rockets his way. He was to meet with the contact, then get to the local gang he hired to load up the weapons on a boat he had bought the day before. To prevent the gang from turning on him he promised them a few of the guns and some cash. He knew that wouldn't promise nothing, but he also knew they were to stupid to be able to hide that much military hardware. and lets face it, that general wanted a quick buck, and would do anything to keep it quiet. So if anything did happen to "Sterling" it would be the Alfegoes army who took revenge. He showed up at he meeting place. A small pistol under what remained of his left arm, ready for shit to hit the fan if it did, and a grenade or two.

OOC: I'd host the first situation if nobody else does. Consider this a reserved post.

OOC: I'll host the first. Oh! I was first! Though I can withdraw.

IC:
The two policemen on foot patrol stoped at the gunshots. It was the last sound they expected to hear in this district, it was the last sound they expected to hear period.
But training took it's course as both men drew their 9 mm sidearms and moved to the area reporting "Suspected Gunfire, moving in to investigate."
That stopped when they got to the scene.
Ducking behind a car the first officer shouted,

- 'Police! Drop your weapons! Down on your knees! Do it now!'

The other was reporting in what they saw, the van included and it's registration plate.
Alsdairian police were not known for their love of life, they moment anybody moved even a fraction to quickly they'd shoot.
Other cars in the area got the information, turned on their sirens and moved to the area.

Well, it deffinently wasn't a silent job.

"He's moving downtown, away from here. He obviously is meeting someone else. Move in: we have two RRPF squads ready to back you up."

The men moved off towards where the man would be headed.

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Captain Helios of the 3 rd Batallion, 59 th Infantry Regiment, was waiting in civvies anxiously in an alley out the back of a seedy resteraunt. This meeting would be crucial: the money he had been promised should be coming his way soon.

In the back of a van parked there was locked 18 AF-07 assault rifles. Not the civilian variant, but the Security varient. They were easily concealable, and each was coming with 2 magazines of AP rounds. He had had to make many handshakes to get them out, and even more for the two Pilum missile launchers. Each of those came with 2 missiles. He hoped that there was enough money coming from this man, as each unit cost over Æ1 million each, including the missiles and battery packs. Someone might notice these deadly pieces of kit missing...

OCC: Alsdair i'll give it to you...


IC:

Jon turned around the van and ran straight into the cops, he dove to the ground as the would be assassin turned and saw the cops, he drew up his gun and fired. The back of the van opened and three men with M16s jumped out, Jon crawled to get behind a car and was soon covered by M16 fire, while the police were also getting pinned, the attackers were not wearing body amour but their black trench coats gave away their intentions

"Jon you got no place to hide!!" one yelled

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Durkin walked to the back alley,


"Evening amigo, Im Ramero Sterling, I assume you are the captain?" He thought he heard something behind him,

"lets go see this equipment quickly"

while he chatted his hand was moving in place to grab his grenade or pistol, depending on what the situation called for...

The captain replied.
"Good evening. Here is your order"

He threw open the back of the van and revealed 5 crates. He opened the white one.

"What I think you wished for in the first order: here is the AF-07S. It fires NATO 5.56mm rounds, and his a high fire rate. It can fire auto, 5 burst, 3 burst and semi. As you can see, if you press these four pins and retract them fully, the gun folds down to this size"

He quickly folded down the gun to about 30 cm in length.

"It is very useful for most situations: that is why it was adapted for the Alfegos Armed forces. These come with some full-jacketed AP rounds, with depleted uranium cores. They can easily penetrate 10 mm steel.

But what I think you're after are these."

He opened the black crate, and lifted out the launcher.

"This is just the firing tube. The entire mechanism is intergrated so that it has fire-and-forget properties, as well as infared, otical and near-IF zoomed views and a range of about 2 miles in good hands.

This doesn't come cheap though..."


============


The assassins scaled the roof of a building 200 metres away, and used a small 2D imager to record the ongoings.

"It appears he is receiving arms from an unidentified man. Request permission to interrupt over."

"Permission granted"

They quickly set up the sniper rifle, and loaded it with a hollowhead round. One man aimed got the Mokastana traitor in the centre of his crosshairs, before closing his finger on the trigger.

The other got out a P90, and aimed at the ongoings through his face-mounted scope. He then waited, in case everything didn't go to plan.

"so how much you want for these?"

No man survives this long being stupid, and Durkin was anything but. He had a feeling this was a set up. After all the price tag on his head was far more then the price of these few arms. he looked over his shoulder and caught a glare off of something on the roof. Imminently he dove into the van as the bullet wizzed half an inch from his head. Picking up a AF-07S he fired unto the man he believed set him up, and threw a frag grenade up at an angle to towards the snipers from inside the van. He doubted it would kill them, but it would at least give him the minute he needed to climb to the front and climb out a front door on the van.

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TO:Alfegoes HQ
FROM: Mokastana Bureau of Secret Actions


YOU FOUND DURKIN! WE WANT HIM ALIVE!!!

The captain fell to the floor. As he did so, he loosed a single shot from an AP-1 from his belt, before collapsing.

The snipers were nearly hit by the grenade.

"Order's changed! Get him alive!"

They quickly changed weapons: both were now carrying crossbows. They then lept, almost inhumanly, across the road onto the other rooves, and began to race after the van, loosing off shots into the back of it.

At the same time, the two black vans hurtled around the corner in pursual of the escaping van.

Durkin saw the Vans chasing him down. This was no BSA operation he could see that. They at least tried to be discreet. He also knew that driving a van with the back doors opened revealing major military hardware would get attention. His thoughts were simple, get to the gangs hide out. Give them the munitions and just get out of Alfegoes, not the legal way, but just out. He called ahead and told them to prepare his boat.

The vans continued pursuit. IN the sky, a small plane was circling, its camera was watching the van moving around.

======

In the municipal centre-west rubbish processing facility, a shift of one of the piles of metal would reveal the entrance to the Com'Feg gang. Inside, in a furnsihed room underground, the gang leader was answering the phone.

"Yes. The boat is ready. Meet us in the centre-east rubbish dump. There will be a helicopter there to take you to the coast."

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In the other rubbish dump, a helicopter was prepped. From the outside, it looked like a news chopper. Inisde though, it was equipped sparsly, most of the interior ripped out. It had been repaired from scrap found in the rubbish heaps, and was a prized posession.

The rotors began spinning as the chopper prepped for takeoff.

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Outside the entrance to the tip, a diversionwas being set up: a few rubbish collecting lorries were ready to block the movement of the vans for cruicail time for the men to diasppear. If that failed, they had a few keen rookies with AF-67s on the walls, itching to fire their guns. Little did they know the kick the 8.12mmACF guns would give, and little did they know the sheer power of one of these: it would not matter if the used AP rounds or not against anyone.

Jon's sudden movement brought a shot on him, ripping up some concrete. When the automatic fire started the two officers treid to gain some distance at the same time shouting into their comms;

- 'Assualt rifles! There are four suspects using fucking rifles!'
- 'Understood, keep you heads down buckup is on it's way.' - A change in the comm link and the units driving to the spot were warned of the situation.
Following protocol a copte and SWAT team were made informed and readied.

A car arrived from the vans front and the two officers inside hid behind their doors. Protocol was clear, if they shoot, you shoot them. Which meant that if any of the agents were in the front of the van they would be shot at.

Durkin/Ramero speed to the location as fast as the damn van would go...he turned into the dump, hoping not to lose to many supplies out the still opened back doors...

"im coming in the first van, i got plenty of presents for you, just cover my escape"

he speed past the ambush site, hoping the gang was as good as he paid for.


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Jon took advantage of the cops and turned to run like hell. Two troops aimed at fired at Jon, the burst flying past him towards a highway. he hit the ground, "God don't let them kill me!!!" the Van pulled out of the spot, allowing the men to climb back in two stayed out to supply covering fire. The cops 9mm were no where near as dangerous as the M16s, but that didnt mean they weren't. What had started as a typical saturday morning shopping now was a firefight. It would only be a matter of time before the SWAT showed up

As the van careened past the dumper truck, it reversed across the entrance,a nd a prearranged faulty part broke, causing it to block the ntrance.

As it slowed to a halt, men appeared from behind piles of rubbish, and then led the man out to the resurrected helicopter. It was already hovering just above the ground, and dropped down as the man was bundled in, along with the weapons.

It was crowded in the chopper, and it was only just able to take off.

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"Damn it! They've set up a roadblock. Requesting the plane in ASAP!"

The plane flew in as the men furiously tried to get the dumpster truk out of the way. It circled, before finding the helicopter taking off, and the abandoned van nearby.

"We're following at a distance. Prepare for silent takeout."

=====

The kids saw the dumpster finally move and quickly conceled their guns, before disappearing into the junkheaps.

((OOC: Before I hop in. I wanna know, does Juan Vasquez have a lot of money? If so, I think EHAV might be willing to host him and offer him armed protection as long as he keeps his payment up. EHAV is the Government-sponsored mercenary group within my country, and one of the fews mean my nation has of interacting with the outside world, as we're entirely Xenophobic.))

"So i need to get out the country now, as you can see. Do you have any good contacts anywhere out in the world i can use to for a hide out for a few days, in exchanged you can keep half of the guns and 100,000 dollars. Does that sound good?"

how does a man go from ruling a nation to bargaining with common gangs...

OOC: he paid around half a million dollars to get out of the nation, but after three years i can assume he is running low. However he did smuggle out 2 pounds of Unrefined uranium which he has been trying to sell for a while. So im going to say that he has been hiding out. Investing in gold and other precious metals and has been trying to find some third world terrorist who wants uranium...

((OOC: While that does sound more like a job for E.L.F., I'm not really willing to bring them into this RP, as they're a terrorist network rather then a nation. Hmmm... EHAV mercs have little to no use for Uranium, refined or otherwise. Gold and precious metals though... I think I have an idea. Development on a character I've been wanting to introduce.))

Alhaelc, Mainland, Separatist Nation of Gnufasur, Gnufasur Ford General Motors Company Head Quarters

William Fords, head of the Gnufasur branch of the Ford motors corporation, was one of the few humans residing in the nation of gnufasur, and the only human holding any position of power within the nation. After years of studying the catpeople and their tradations and history, William applied for a foreign vista and was soon granted access to the Xenophobic nation.

From the ground up he built his motor company, edging out the local motor companies and single-handedly dominating the automobile industry in Gnufasur. This, of course, was not to the liking of the local population, who even though continued to buy his cars, staged protests at his automobile plants. Sabotage efforts by the underdog local motor companys were near a daily occurance, and as a result, William upped security efforts.

Which entitled bringing in more outside help. By chance, one of his agents happened to encounter one Juan Vasquez, apparently a former Army Commander in some pissant country or another. If all went according to plan, the agent should be procurying the man now....

~~~~~~~~~~

Somewhere in Kerplakistan...

A tiny remote village was to host the site where Juan would meet with the E.L.F. Spies and deliver the uranium and gold in exchange for safe passage to a country where he could start a new life.

The shanties were run-down and ragged, years of being unattended and uncared for. He saw the house in question, a freshly painted red dash on the wall. The E.L.F. Spies would be within, with a new life and identity waiting for him...

Of course, he had no clue of knowing the E.L.F. Spies were already dead and tucked neatly out of sight, and all that waited for him within the house were two well dressed gentlemen armed with GP-5s, and a Leer jet hidden out of view on a short makeshift runway, bearing the Ford logo...


((OOC2:
GP-5 = A Gnufasurian variant of the MP-5 Sub-machine gun, nearly identical in apperance except all engravings on the gun are in Gnufasurian and features a light red shine to the material. Made from Gnufasurian materials. The one the Ford Agents are using features LAM (Laser Aiming Module) and tac-light attachments.))

OOC: Im changing his history a little bit, giving the way he left the island this is more like it.


Juan Vasquez drove into the shanty town, unlike his former commander he had fled the protection of Urcea long ago. He couldn't believe those guys, promise him a way out, and then send his losing army back into the fray. Being the General of a small Merc army was difficult. Their supplies were long outdated, he had managed to get them a few modern guns here and their but overall his "army" was a joke. Of the deserters, traitors, and casualties he only had about 500 of the original 100,000 men left. 500 mouths to feed, sure he had to steal a lot of what they lived on. Now this deal could get them a little better off. His lead squad went up to the red door, he brought 20 of his best men. While the rest slept on the freighter they had come to call home. The first man Knocked on the door....

OOC: From what I understood from the last post the agents were driving away, am I right?

A SWAT team and a sniper team rushed to their designated helicopters. A third had already gone off and was observing the van even as new cars joined the chase. A new car used it's re-enforced bumper and slammed into the van.

Despite the main concern being the van with the assualt-rifle wielding four Jon was not forgoten and found himself starring down two gun barrels held by two pissed off cops.

- 'Drop the weapon. Hands above your head. NOW!'

OOC: yeah its pulling out of the parking lot, i didnt know if you wanted to stop them from getting out or a cop was going to shoot at a tire, but we'll continue


IC:

The van raced out of the parking lot like a bat outta hell, another burst was fired at Jon as the van speed off. With numerous cops in pursuit, down the highway it speed dodging traffic and speeding up, for a van it was moving fast, 80.....85....90, and climbing, the police car struck the bumper of the van, weather or not it was a PIT maneuver is unknown, what is known is at those speeds hitting a car is insane. The Van rocked two lanes to the left, nearly hitting incoming traffic, instead of pulling back unto the right side, the van began driving on the shoulder of the left side. Soon it took an exit into the downtown area, now just to lose those pesky choppers

Jon was hit, after all those men were skilled shooters, and with the amount of bullets fired at him it was bound to happen, overall four bullets had made their mark one in his kidney, and had gone straight though, one in his left shoulder from the back, one through the left arm from the front, and the last one had gotten an interesting angle. He was crouched and the bullet hit his thigh, gone though and hit his lower leg, cutting the Achilles tendon. When the cops came up to him he was a bleeding mess, his handgun was already dropped. While his warm groceries were shoot up and scattered all over the parking lot.

"We accept the deal, as was arranged. A boat is waiting for you. As for shore patrols, I cannot guarentee your saftey. But it is the only way out of the coutnry."

One of his men smiled at the prospect of the AF-07S. It would completely revolutionise their gang.

A knock at the door. One of the two agents cleared his thoat and spoke, in a very smooth English, "Enter."

The men all piled into the house, made of adobe and metal sheets. Within there were tell-tale signs of a brief gunfight. Bullet holes in the wall, some still drying blood pooling in one corner. Surprisingly, there were no spent bullet casings laying around, seems like they had time to pick up the bullet casings. Nither of the two men standing there looked like the E.L.F. Spy Juan had meet with either, yet their guns were slung, not held in a threatening manner.

The agents had recieved a brief description of what the former Army Commander looked like, and knew that none of the first 20 men matched his description. Until the actual General entered, that is.

The one who spoke held his hands out, palms towards the men, showing he meant no harm, speaking directly to Juan. "Greetings, sir. I am Agent Buford, of the Ford General Motors Corporation Security Force. I am here to make you an offer on the behalf of CEO Fords."

Ramero took his leave, after the guns were loaded he left. Into the night, hoping that the boat would be a good cover, for the next few miles anyways. A freighter Captain was suppose to pick him up 50 miles out and help him deliver the goods. he hoped he could make it in time

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General Vasquez looked at the so called "ELF" spies, who turned out to be Ford General Motors employees. He smirked, something he hadn't done in a while, if there was one thing corporations did it was take care of their soldiers. After all he was the Head of the Army in the Mokostan Army of United Corporations. The idea of taking his boys back to the old days made him believe it was time to give up this bullshit merc life. Stepping over a broken stool he shook the guys hand

"Please do tell me what you have to offer"

Agent Buford nodded, shaking the man's hand. "CEO Fords is willing to make you his head of Corporate Security in his newest branch within Gnufasur. The local population doesn't take kindly to the presence of his plants, and they're not above sabotage. Your..." He motioned with a hand to the gathered men, "Men will also recieve jobs at competitive pay, and equipment courtesy of the Terkomai Arms Corporation, also within Gnufasur, securing the various sub-offices and plants around the country."

He raised one hand, and made a motion to the other man. The man steps outside, and returns with a large briefcase. He sets it on a table, and clicks it open, revealing within a rather substainial sum of USD currency, pushing it towards Juan. "800 thousand dollars, yours to start if you accept his offer. CEO Fords needs good men like yourself, men who aren't afraid to quell protests, and 'deal' with sabotuers on sight."

Again he offers his hand, "Do we have a deal?"

Generalissimo Juan Vasquez looked at the large sum of money sitting in front of him,

"what about the ELF guys, I'm sure they wont take kindly to getting killed? Other then that we have a deal. Sargent, notify the army that we are no longer scavengers, but Ford is taking us in. We are corporate soldiers once more."

with that she shook the mans hand and agreed to it.

(OOC: I corrected the items in bold.)
Generalissimo Juan Vasquez looked at the large sum of money sitting in front of him,

"what about the ELF guys, I'm sure they wont take kindly to getting killed? Other then that we have a deal. Sergeant, notify the army that we are no longer scavengers, but Ford is taking us in. We are corporate soldiers once more."

with that he shook the mans hand and agreed to it.


The Agent tilted his head at the mention of Army. After shaking the General's Hand, he asked "How many men exactly are you bringing with you? We only have enough Vistas on us for sixty men. Any more then that and they're have to stay in the country until the vistas can be printed up for them."

He waved his hand, dismissing the thought "Well, we can discuss that on the jet to the airfield, the heat here is unbearable. And don't worry about the Earth Liberation Foundation scum. They're not well liked by anyone really, terrorist trash." He turned, indicating the general and his men should follow him outside, to where the jet waited.

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Meanwhile, on the hill overlooking the meeting point.

A single E.L.F. Spy remained, a listening device in one hand, his other holding a pair of binoculars to his eyes. His job was to monitor the exchange from a distance and report anything that happened. He had seen the entire thing, from the Ford Agents assault to General Vasquez's jumping ship.

He knew much about the General already, his speciality being information retreival. It was his job to research everyone who came to E.L.F. for assistance. "Game over, General." He mouthed softly. "We will show you that no one betrays E.L.F. and live to speak of it."

Seeing no reason to involve E.L.F. Rebels, he insteads makes plan to contact Mokastana directly himself.

OOC: sorry i was writing a paper for class at the same time

IC:

" Really I kinda like this weather. As for my troops, I have 500 men. These 20 are my best troops, they have proven themselves time and time again. As for the rest of my men, I want them to get their as soon as possible. Legally or illegally doesn't bother me. I just want to get them someplace safe. Now if you don't mind i would rather wait with my men until we all can get to Gnufasur. Nothing against you but I cant leave my men here and go with you, I have lost to many already, and I don't want to lose anymore."

A flash through the night from a ship. HIs way out. The large freignther pulled up to the pontoon, and a man jumped off.

"Your our cargo, I guess."

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The plane pulled off as it saw through the IF camear the leap off the boat to greet the other.

"Well I never. We now know where he is . Send a patrol ship to "accidently" intercept it, and we will be able to get him."

Jon was lucky. The officers present patched him up to the best of their abilities before the ambulance arrived. As the medics took him one of the officers stopped the medics,
- 'Make sure he lives.'

The concern was not out of any humanistic needs, it was to have someone who could tell them what the hell this was all about.
Teams secured the area waiting for the evidence groups to show up.

***

The persiut group were not taking any further aggressive actions. Command simply instructed them to get the suspects to go where they wanted.
More cars were sent to make sure this happened.

"Yes u am, Pancho Ramero, the guns are on the ship, do with them as you please. I just need to get to safe country."

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Jon was in and out of consciousness, unsure of where he was or what was going on...

"?Estoy muerto? No recuerdo que..."

Jon slowly realized he was in the hospital, this was both good and bad. Good meant he was alive but the bad meant that Mokastana knew where he was, and the locals would no doubt want to know what the hell happened.

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The van kept going deeper into downtown, the mission was blown, that was for sure. In an attempt to get away from the helicopters they drove threw the buildings, trying to use the skyscrapers for cover, while looking a tunnel to hide in.

"We will take you to Neo'Ilos, and no further. There, you won.t be found."

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A shipfloated across the sea, with its engines on silent, and lights off. It had picked up the freighter,a dn was about to board.

The lights went on, blidning anyone on deck.

"This is a routine boarding operation. All crew are to come onto deck to be serached, and the ship will be searched."

Ramero saw the lights, shit, he thought...

"can you hide me?"

"Get down here, in the cargo holds. They hopefully wont find you there."

The ships touched sides and men lept off onto the boat.

Jon was not left unattended. Several policemen were tasked with watching him, that was the most obvious security measure.
- 'When can we get him.'
The doctor looked up, irratated but kept his temper under control, one did not behave disrespectfully to the police in Alsdair if you knew what was good for oneself.
- 'A week? Any sooner and you'll end up opening his wounds when "questioning".'
The policeman glared but did not say anything, he merely tightened security.

***
- 'I want to find out eerything we can about this guy. When he came to this country, where from, name, relatives, where he works, lives etc.'
The inteligence officers got to work through all the, surprisingly numerous, channels that a modern democratic country has to control it's citizens.

***
- 'Status?'
- 'Suspects continue to move along previous road, if they keep going like this they'll hit traffic jams.'
The officer cut communication and turned to other officers in charge of the operation with a silent question.
- 'Teams are in position and ready to move.'
- 'Begin.'

***
- 'Begin.'
The sniper teams confirmed and lined up their sights. With all the traffic and roadworks going on there were only a few roads to take, they were adequatly prepared for the target.

The van speed down the road...they knew they were doomed, so the guy apparently in charge called the employer..

"Sir, something went wrong..the police intercepted us"

"No we don't have him."

"No we believe he is in their custody"

"what do you mean that our job is over."

the line went dead, this had to be set up, and now the police were going to close in on him...it was over...


"Ok men, we've been screwed, and i dont think any of us want to go back to prison do we? Load the guns and lets get ready to party. Find a bank or some strong structure to hole up in...NOW"

"sir how about their?"

and with that the van pulled over and 4 armed men raced into the diner. Giving them both hostages and cover if need be...


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Ramero/Durkin hid in the compartment, he pulled out one of the guns he got from the commander and kept it ready, just in case

OOC: isnt there a civil war going on in your country?
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Jon was fluent in 12 different languages, especially English, which he even understood in the half conscious state, this was going to end badly he knew...

however when they did the search on him they found relatively little information, he had no relatives anywhere that could be found, he worked in a small printing shop downtown. He had migrated to this nation 8 months ago from New Brittonia during the war, upon investigation his Grosse Riech birth certificate was forged....

OOC: no doubt your dig deeper but thats what i got so far...

(yes, there is)

The men began a search of the bridge, emptying cupboards. Once done, they entered the cargo bays, to try and find the amn they had been told was there.

One lit a flare and held it above his head, illuminating the hold in bright white light. So far, he could see nothing. Then a small movement caught his eye.

- 'KURWA!'
- 'What!? What happenend!?'
- ' Suspects stopping... suspects entring biulding!'
- 'All sniper teams! Fire on suspects!'
Only one team had a visual and followed the order.
A moment later and a perimeter was set up around the cafe.

***
- 'What!?'
The man standing at the other side of the desk from the police chief repeated;
- 'I said that this operation has been passed on to OSNAZ. You are merely requested to give us men when needed.'
The chief wanted to argue but remebered in time with whom he was talking and instead said;
- 'Of-course.'

***
In truth the matter was not in Osnazes jursidiction, it fell under the foriegn intelligence, SPECNAZ.
The much more powerful organization began a more complex search into the mans past.
Apart from that they got a few teams of Special forces ready. True casualties among civilians would probably be high, but thats what misinformation was for, and the suspects were too important to lose.

OOC: sorry i was writing a paper for class at the same time

IC:

" Really I kinda like this weather. As for my troops, I have 500 men. These 20 are my best troops, they have proven themselves time and time again. As for the rest of my men, I want them to get their as soon as possible. Legally or illegally doesn't bother me. I just want to get them someplace safe. Now if you don't mind i would rather wait with my men until we all can get to Gnufasur. Nothing against you but I cant leave my men here and go with you, I have lost to many already, and I don't want to lose anymore."

Agent Buford huffed. "You misunderstand. Your men may all come into Gnufasur. CEO Fords can get your men, all five hundred, into the country, but they will not be able to reeneter Gnufasur if they leave until they recieve their Vistas. Gnufasurian Customs are... Stiff, when it comes to incoming humans."

He craned his neck, turning in place. "Where are your men stationed at now? We can have a Troop Carrier carry them into the nation. Understand, that time is of the essence, the entry window Fords has available to sneak you and your men in is short, short indeed."

Vasquez pulled out a Cigar, and lit it, puffing on the cigar he began to explain.

"We are in port on a old freighter, disgusting thing. (he pulled the cigar out of his mouth) If you can get them to a safe home we will defend you with our lives. We are ready to leave as soon as this meeting is over. (Pulling another long drag) Now what do you mean Stiff when it comes to humans? What kind of people are there?"

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Cafe Diner Downtown:

Of the four men three made it in and took hostages, the fourth was lucky and had his brains splattered on the concrete, assuring he wasnt going back to prison

"OK EVERYONE DOWN!!!!"

the lead guy fired shots into the ceiling,

"YOU ARE ALL NOW HOSTAGES!!"
from there they hid behind the counter, took a few girls who were hanging out after school and used them as shields behind the counter,

"COME GET US PIGS!!!"

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Afegos Freighter

the movement was a rat, nothing more, Ramero stayed behind the crate with his rifle, he knew he couldn't shoot his way out of this one. Instead he watched the man, if he was sighted his first try would be to knock the man out, if not, well bullets were effective...

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Hospital

Jon was resting, but was awake, he had been up for a while now. He saw the cops, the doctors, and had a gut feeling that something was bad. Just then a sharp pain spread up his leg

"AAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!"

as for his history....

Everything lead back to Grosse Riech, the non-existent Nation, but all the records were faked....then there was a hit, Inside the Mokastana Bureau of Secret Affairs, Under the category of wanted International Felons, which brought them to the desk of Alex Franshaw, Head of MBSA.

The man lit another flare, and this time threw it up in the air. It landed, and gave a stark view of everything in the hold. It fizzled and died, as the man continued to search the hold, systematically moving from side to side. He came to about halfway, and then he saw the man.

"WHo goes there?"

The Hospital;
The patients scream brought medical personnel running into his room.
They began to asses the situation.
OOC: You'll have to forgive me but I don't really know much about medicine.

The Cafe;

Everything was done as nescessary. A perimeter was set up, the media were kept far away. Snipers took positions on neighboring biuldings and SWAT teams were going over the biuldings blueprints.
A negotiator was called in and the slow process of establishing contact was started.
Those were for show.
With the threat of foriegn influence in the matter it was passed to the army. Fortuantly for the hostages Specnaz recieved only the intelligence aspect. The actual taking of the suspects was to be done by GROM, who were less prone to kill everything in the area.

SPECNAZ HQ:
The officer looked through everything, slowly. After what seemed like an eternity he said;
- 'So we have an international situation. Get me some contact with Mokostana Intelligence. I want information on this man and who the hell they think they are that they can conduct actions in Alsdair without our permission.'

OOC: thats ok i just needed a reason to get staff in the room

IC:

the hospital

They gave him a few cc's of morphine to kill the pain, upon examination it turned out that his IV was leaking on the floor and the pain killers werent getting to him , after a half hour they had him calm and well again,

"Doctor, what happened to me?

Cafe

"Shit man, the cops the copssssss!!"

"SHUT UP!!! Bird keep Duck quiet"

They thought they would sound cooler with code names, the head was Eagle, Bird was calm, Duck was panicking and Faclon was...well dead...the girls continued to whimper in fear as Eagle plotted thier next move

MBSA HQ

"Director Franshaw, Jon Russell has been found."

the Clerk placed the file on his desk, and the Director thumbed through it.

"can we negotiation the return of him to Mokastana?"

"I will try sir?"

Frigate

Ramero had put down the rifle, and reached for a grenade. This was the end, he had ran out of luck. Even with a civil war going here he would go into custody, maybe get freed by a battle, but unlikely. One thing for sure was that he wasn't going back to Mokastana.

"Who goes there?"

The soldier was looking at a one armed man, wearing a white shirt and blue jeans, his foot was behind a crate, an old army trick, his foot stood on the handle of the grenade, he could pull out the pin and kick it with his foot, a trick he mastered in the corporate wars.

"Sorry im just doing inventory down here. What seems to be the trouble?"

he asked

This guy was who they had been looking for, the Seaman knew. Ye he would have to play along. He had caught sight of the position of the man, and knew what he was probably about to do.

"Why aren't you up on deck? I'm sure that we are perfectly fine to do an inventory."

He hoped that backup would come soon.

"Had work to do. Why do you guys need to check this place out?"

he saw it in the soldiers eye, he knew, i mean think about it. The one short Dark skinned guy on the Boat, of course it was him. But to play along, he had no other choice, his mind raced... He picked up a clip board

"Im' getting my pen if your excuse me. I need to get back to work

and reached down to pick up his Magnum, it was time..

He saw the movement towards the guy magnum, and thoughnof it. If he shot, hed be killed. If he didn't, he'd be killed. There really was no option where he didnt die.

Then he let off a 5-shot burst into the man, before running back through the crates as he saw the grenade skidding past him. He dived behind a large crate as the greande went off, and felt the percussion wave shudder through him.

That blew a hole in teh hull. Water gushed in, and the soldier tried desperately to get through the cargo to the ladder at the far end.

Durkin fell over bleeding, apparently these guys didn't know his value alive. Mokastana would pay mass amounts to get this butcher back. The explosion rocked the cargo about. Three bullets had made their mark. He laughed to himself. He would die a soldiers death, in the mist of combat.

"you have done me a grand favor my friend!" he yelled to the hull as it began to fill with water. Sure it wasn't the end he had wanted, but for running all these years, well it could be worse. Much worse. Mokans were creative when it came to traitors, and even more with war criminals...

he curled up and waited to die...

The soldier was ragged out, as the emergany pumps in the bilge started up, draining the hull gradually.

"You idiot! We wanted him alive! Send some people down there ASAP!"

4 men on deck at once were dragged across by the Chief Petty Officer, and thrown into the water in the hull.

"Get him out ALIVE! don't let him die! We might be losing valuable bounty money from the government."

Hospital;
- 'In a nutshell? You got yourself shot.'
Came the short reply. The man seemed ready to go into a lenghty description but the police interrupted.
- ' Mr. Russel, how about you tell us why four men with military grade rifles wanted to execute you?'

Cafe:

From the neighboring biulding four GROM teams rappaled down onto the cafe's roof. Two teams made entry through the roof hatch, the other two prepared for entry through the windows.

Vasquez pulled out a Cigar, and lit it, puffing on the cigar he began to explain.

"We are in port on a old freighter, disgusting thing. (he pulled the cigar out of his mouth) If you can get them to a safe home we will defend you with our lives. We are ready to leave as soon as this meeting is over. (Pulling another long drag) Now what do you mean Stiff when it comes to humans? What kind of people are there?"

As the General spoke, the second agent relayed his information to the waiting Troop Carriers. They were prepared to take on as many as a thousand men, but luckily only five-hundred were required. The sleek, Gnufasurian ships would usher in the soldiers to their new life in high-tech style.

Agent Buford smirked, he loved knowing things others did not. He also liked informing others of the things he knew that they did not. "I will not even think of trying to lessen the cultural impact you and your men are about to recieve. The Gnufasurian, in as few words as is possible, are aliens from another planet. Another solor system entirely. Part human, part, apparently, cat." He knew his words would be hard to believe. "Our pilot, is a Gnufasurian, if you truely wish to see one before coming into the mainland."

"I truely don't understand their history, thought processes, or even reason for being here. Only Fords would know that. Without his digilent study and research into their history and background, this meeting would have never happened."

As he talked, he lead the General and his men out to the back of the house, to where an airstrip had been hastily made for the Leer jet, which already had its engines up and running, ready for immediate take-off. The Leer Jet had room enough to fit the two Agents, Juan, and his current 20 men with seats to spare. "This jet will take us to the harbor, where we can link up with the Troop Carriers and ride to Gnufasur."

Freighter


Durkin had managed to get the rifle out from the box, as soon as the men would come down he would spray them down, no way was he going back. He was ready for the final stand....


Hospital

Jon looked at the police officers...

"I don't know, I think i just got caught in the cross fire...how many others are wounded?"


cafe

these men were not Mokan citizens, that was for sure. They had been involved in crimes across Alsdair and knew how the police operated. Thats why they hid behind the mini-bar with hostages...they waited for a call or something from the negotiator.....meanwhile Duck seemed to be relaxing by enjoying the company of the girls they were using as shields. While he hadnt raped her yet. It would happen if the cops didn't hurry up....

The jungle forest thing....

Vasquez took another drag...

"hmm cat-people, its crazy the races this planet has on it isn't it? well what are we waiting for lets get the hell out of here."

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TO:Alsdair
FROM: MBSA

We understand you have a Jon Russell in you custody and have confirmed him to be the Jon we are looking for. This is a message requesting the prisioner.

Thank you

The 4 men fell into the hold into teh water, quickly gained their bearings, and lifted up their AF-07s, loaded with rubber rounds. The grenade launchers were loaded with a sticky-foam greande for incapacitation.

They turned on their torches, illuminating the hold with red lights.

"I think he's over there. Be careful: he's armed and we wnat him alive."

CAFE

- 'Confirmed. All suspects are in the main area.'
- 'Assualt teams! GO!'
The four assualt teams, two from the roof immediatly through the cafe windows and the other two through rear entrance achieved via the roof mainance shaft.
With shouts of "Police! Drop you weapons! On your knees! Now!" they barged in, glass shattering in the motion as the units on the roof swinged in.
The moment any of the suspects did anythingthat could be read as a threat to anyone they would recieve a 5.56 M4 carbine round.

HOSPITAL;
The officers wanted to continue but when their superiour informed them to drop they thanked Jon, wished him well and left leaving a guard at the door and a cryptic "We'll talk later".

To: MBSA
From: Alsdair Ministry of Foreign Affairs
Understood. Of-course the war criminal will be handed over to face his trail.
However we will have to discuss certain matters concerning our future co-operation, exchange of information and the cunducting of special operation.

MBSA HQ

"Well they seem a little pissed about what happened."

"and we wouldn't if that happened here?"

"Lesson learned, never hire an ex con to do a quiet job"

"any chance the paper trail leads to us"

"No maybe if they dig deep enough Montana Inc. but that will just give us a reason to take them out."

cafe

no flashbangs...bad mistake, when the first officer blasted through a window machine gun fire let loose, Duck was halfway wearing pants he managed to pull up his rifle a few seconds to late, which in a firefight could mean life or death...Ealgle sprayed rounds from window to window creating an arch of fire unto the unshielded police...

"DIE PIGS!!!"

freighter

the blood loss was hindering his vision, he couldn't see to well anymore, and his attention was slipping. He fired on something moving, unsure of what it was... the room was spinning...the blood flowed...and the darkness overcame him...

2 shots rang out. One ricochetted wildly around the hull, before coming to a rest. The other hit a soldier in his kevlar vest, throwing him backwards with a broken rip.

"He's over here, and he's not breathing! Medic!"

The medic leapt down and began resuscitation.

"Don't die now you bastard!"

he coughed, he wasnt dead yet but the blood loss was getting to the fatal stage, one of the bullets had struck a vital artery in the stub left of his left arm, while another had busted up his collar bone and the third had scraped his neck. He was bleeding to death, if medical attention wasnt close by he would be dead within the hour

The medic saw him breathing, and at once rolled him to the recovery position. Then, he took out a tourquinet and tied it tightly around the top of the mans arm, cutting off blood flow. He took out a bandage and covered the wound, before placing another on his neck.

"Someone prep the chopper. We've gotta get him to a hospital"

They carried the man up on an improvised stretcher, and lifted him into the helicopter on the frigate deck, its blades already spinning. The chopper then launched and flew off towards the nearest hospital.

The medic, to make sure, gave the man a large dose of morphine, that soon knocked him out.

CAFE:
Rubber bullets hit all three suspects, one lost an eye to rounds. Rounded, cuffed and transported out to the waiting van.
The rest of the people in the cafe were rounded up and sent to a nearby police station for questioning.

Beuro of External Affairs.
The intelligence agencies continued to dig into the matter.
A Police van arrived from which two special forces teams jumped out dragging the the arrested for questioning.
They were dragged to the basement, stripped naked, wrapped up in wet sheets and men in balaclavas began beating the hell out of them (the wet sheets tend to stop bruising from beating).
Several minutes passed, no questions asked. Than the men would pick them up, unwrap them and get them each to a seperate room were an officer was waiting behind a desk. The suspect was placed on the other side and the questions began.
"Who hired you? How much were you payed? Why did you take the job?"
No matter what the answers the moment the officer left and the privates would get back to work.
Sheet. Beating. Questioning.
Anybody constantly refusing to give information recieved water and eletricity.

OOC: I'm going to be very busy at work for the next few days so if someone could control or something.

OOC: I was hoping to RP the battle a little bit....but i was planning to get captured or kill anyways so we'll continue


IC:
Bureau of External Affairs(Alsdair):

The ex cons were paid to find jon, capture jon and return jon. They were not paid to hide information. Of course it did seem that they jumped to the conclusion of outside payment a little early.

Eagle looked up between beatings...

"we didn't asked questions....man in black picked us up after......we were let out of jail......"

Freighter

Durkin was falling....he wasn't going to make it...well he might....with hope...and medical assistance....

The helicopter roared into Il'vi, landing on the roof. At once, they were met by an emergancy team, who transferred the man from stretcher to bed, and then raced down to the emergancy room on the ground floor via the express elevator.

There, they began attching him to various machines, and attached a large bag of blood to his arm. They also began to asess the damage with a portable x-ray device: he had one bullet only in his body: the two others had passed either straight through or had glanced off him.

They took him into the operation theatre, where they operated to close the wounds, and then remove the expanded 5.56 bullet. Once done, they took him out the theatre to intensive care, where he was rigged up to more blood and saline. Two armed guards stood nearby, ready to apprehand him should the situation get out of hand. They only had rubber rounds, but had also been issued expanding foam grenades, for incapacitation.

((OOC: I think it's amusing that while Jon and the other guy are being hassled and hunted and killed, Juan's getting the easy life. Everything's pratically falling into his hands. :D I missed your post, Moka. After reading the thread again, I saw it. So here's my reply.))


Without further ado, the 24 boarded the Jet. Once the door was closed, the Jet rocketed forward, just giving the men barely enough time to fasten their seat belts. Climbing into the air, the jet circled the village twice, then made way towards the harbor, where the rest of Juan's men waited.

Kerplakistan Harbor, half an hour later.

Five Gnufasurian Amphibious (http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y245/Beta_Solution/00018.jpg) Landing Crafts near the harbor where General Vasquez's frighter waited. Each was designed to carry forty fully armed soldiers, or half again that if the men were comfortable with each other and opted to stow their equipment on a seperate craft.

Rather then descend upon the freighter itself and possibly scare the soldiers into attacking the crafts, each of the Landing crafts beaches itself on a nearby shore, the main loading/unloading ramp remaining closed. The gunners topside (http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y245/Beta_Solution/00004.jpg) keep an ever watchful eye out for danger, their G-59 Heavy Gatling Guns posied to defend their craft.

The Jet circled overhead, their Gnufasurian pilot searching for a clear strip of land to put the jet down. Finally finding such a strip of land suitable for landing, the Jet slowed and began its descent.

Turning to Generalissmo Vasquex, Agent Buford presented him with a copy of the contract, just faxed over from CEO Fords. "This is your copy of the contract. CEO Fords will have the copy you have to sign when we arrive at the Ford HQ."

The contract was a simple Head of Security job detail. Juan would act as Head of Security Forces for the Gnufasurian Branch of the Ford General Motors Corporation, personally oversee the daily operation of the Ford Security Force, personally select men to train new Security agents, and work directly with CEO Fords to enforce security protocols and devise new ones. His salary was listed in the contract as well, as well as the terms for his men. Housing, a vehicle, salary, and jobs as Senior Security Agents, which entitled a higher starting pay.

Also included was a short contract with the Terkomai Arms Corporation. CEO Fords had agreed to pay for the equipment of him and his men, including body armor and weapons. All the equipment was theirs to keep. The only exceptions were the Ford Corporation Security Uniforms and ID badges and riot shields. Those had to be returned if Juan or any of his men decided they wanted to leave the corporation.

"A very lucreative deal, if I say so myself." Agent Buford said after a few minutes. The Jet slowed to a halt, taxiing to a turn around, before stopping completely. "I will accompany you, but my partner will return to Gnufasur with the Jet." Buford said, opening the Jet's door and allowing room for the General's men to exit first, to ensure the coast was safe and clear.

~~~~~~~

Message sent to MBSA HQ

A message was recieved by the MBSA HQ. The message was clear. It included a single image of Juan Vasquez boarding a civilian Leer jet bearing the Ford Corporation logo, along with strange letterings next to it. Text was included with the image. Four simple words: "Clean up your mess."

Research would reveal the lettering to be the Gnufasurian language, a nation noted for consistanting entirely of Xenophobic catpeople. Any attempts to discover who sent the message, or where it was sent from would result in a dead end, seeming to originate from numerious proxies and dummy terminals. The E.L.F. Spy was eceptionally good at covering his own electronic tracks.

((OOC2: Check your TGs, Moka.))

OOC: well think about it, would it really make sense for all of them to be found at the same time? I want to make this witch hunt last a little while, a few international incidences and etc....

Hospital Alsdair

Jon was awake now, looking around he knew he had to get out of here. If he was brought back...no that couldnt happen. Dammit why didn't he learn to shoot???

Hospital Alfegos

Durkin was alive, unconscious and alive. he was going no where for a long long time


MBSA HQ


"WHO SENT THIS TO US??? WHERE ARE THEY AND HOW DID THEY KNOW IT WAS US??? I WANT ANSWERS PEOPLE, NOW!!!!!"

the director was furious, not only had some to bit scum terrorist organization found Vasquez but they even knew his past and where he was from. A search revealed numerous dead ends and places of origination, but the hackers and other computer experts continued to hunt for the origination of the message. However the break came from translation of the message. A xenophobic race of cat people had him.

"SHIT HOW THE HELL DO WE INFILTRATE A NATION OF CAT PEOPLE!"

Frashaw was getting pissed, even though all three of the nations most wanted had just dropped in his lap he hadn't gotten a single on back to Mokastana for trial, and execution of course.

"ok, order a flight team to intercept the plane while its in international waters, tell them they are entering a live fire exercise of the Mokan navy and need to be escorted here. From there we board look around, if Vasquez in on it. We snatch him, if not then we let them go. Minor incident, no casualties, got it. Get it done boys."

Kerplakistan Harbor

The generalissimos men were being loaded, a few explosives were left on the old freighter to sink her big ass into the ocean. Soon they would be in paradise, living the good life. OR so they thought, but then again to them serving capitalism was paradise in of itself. They all remembered the good days serving the corporations. The 34thInfantry Russell IT, the 28th Armored Mokastan Industry, the 75th commando Mokastan Uranium Inc. Now the men joked that they were now the 1st Infantry Ford, back in action.

Juan Vasquez looked over the contract standing with a ford representative. he stood on deck of one of the transports looking out into the sea, wondering what his new life entailed.

"Please forgive my men, they are exited to have, decent jobs. Perhaps a little history of will help you understand what we mean as "corporate soldiers." Before the political civil war broke out Mokastan had many companies, which in tune effectively ran the government. These companies had reached an agreement with the government to privatize the military. Rather then letting one or two corporations have all the military power each company was put in charge of a piece of it. All together it was called the Mokostan Army of United Corporations. Sure some would abuse their military power time to time, but the republic held us back. After Anthony Durkin staged a coup against the government he declared that internal warfare between companies was to be outlawed until the nation was reunited. So he invaded the south, and we lost. Durkin was very influenctial among the ranks of MAUC, he turned the army into an actual army. The corporations lost control over us and while most refuse to admit it, thats when things went down hill. Soon we were on the run, serving as Mercs, here there. Avoiding going home at all cost. So forgive my men for being so exited to be working for a company again. If anyone knew how to treat us it was the corporations."

He went back to looking over the document, reading the fine details and all, for he had a long trip ahead of him, what else was there to do.

A message was dispatched to Mokastana.

"We have the fugitive. He is unconcsiouss, and hospitalised, but alive. Do you wish to pick him up, or should we?

TO: ALfegos
FROM: Mokastana

THe sooner he is in our custody the better, we will fly a team out there to pick him him up in two hours.

At Il'vi airport, cars were waiting, with an armoured van, for the inbound Mokastani planes.

One IL-57 took off after a small squadron of Golden Eagles left for their routine air patrols, escorting it was a five Tupolev Tu-22Ms to head to ALfegos. Many of the men onboard the transport plane had served in the MPA during the war, the long since disbanded people's revolutionary army. Others on the plane were actually conservative rebels during the war. Fighting Durkin's forces in the name of capitalism and freedom. Its hard to believe what can happen in three years. Three years ago these men would have killed each other without a thought, and now on the way to get the common enemy. They served one flag, one government, and one nation.

A pair of fighters on patrol escorted the palnes to land.

The plane was directed to taxi to a point outside the terminal, where the security men were there to greet them.

The team of18 men got off the transport plane with ease, from behind three large hummers came out, each fitting 6 men. There duty was simple, when durkin was well enough to be transported home, bring him home for trial and execution....mainly exicution, the mokan people were creative when it came to ways to torture people, and nothing like an island wide vote to see how to do it.

The cars were escorted tot he hospital, where the man was being prepped for movement. He was stable, but would have to be kept sedated and under medical attention, to keep him alive as long as possible.

"well well well, If it isnt Anthony Durkin himself."

The Captain looked over the body in critical condition, the men around him still got chills looking at this man. This man had once been able to murder anyone anywhere in Mokastana. Which he did plenty of times..

"he murdered my Mother, let me take this Cavron's---"

"Sergeant, NO, your not the only one to lose someone to his man, he will have his fate soon enough. Its just a pity he outlived everyone else."

"Well Mr. Villa is still alive."

"true, lets just get ready to transport this merida back home"

They wheeled him into the plane, and then departed, leaving the Mokastanans to do what they wished with the traitor...