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Intergo City- Arab-Canada

The sky of Intergo city was black as threating rain could swirled around over head. People in the city looked up every so often just to keep tabs on the weather. Many went about their daily lives as if nothing was wrong. Many simply wanted to make it through the day so they could go home and see their families. This was how most poeple felt everyday around the world. This was the most common denominator in all cultures around the world.

But for some people this simple way of life was not the chossen path they wanted to take. These people wanted a new culture, one that promised to be horrid and deadly. These people wanted all people to bow to one group, to control the world as if the people who lived within it where as sheep.

In a small building a group of radicals calling themselves the " Black Celebrum " gathered like roaches seething at the chance to spill innocent blood for their cause.

" My brothers... The people outside these walls are as stupid sheep, follwing the every will of every nation. Blind as to how they should be living their lives. People who can not live their own lives deserve to live the life given to them. This is our cause. This is our mission. To take the live of those who can not guide themselves; to end their suffering. " said the Founder of the group known only as " The Man "

The others within the room nodded with approval at the message that was being delivered to them. Many wrote down the message being delivered to them so that they may spread these words to others.

" Remember my brothers... Terror is just another weapon, Horror is just an added bonus." Was the last word to come from the founders mouth as he placed down maps of several nations where the group had been studying. The men in the room poured over the maps and studied them well. Many smaller agents of the group had taken tourist trips over to each nation many times and examined all the Airport securities for each nation. Gathering data and intell on each target. Errors in any mission plan was grounds for remodeling the plan. Their plans required three things... money, man power, and time. All of which the group had. Now they must recruit and even this would take time....

OOC: if you would like to have your terror group join the Black Celebrum Rp your way to a meeting with " The man ". If you are willing to be a target for the group give a simple OOC comment stating such and I will begin the thread.

Symbol of the group:
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OOC: Target me... If you want you can have already satrted, check my post http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=541485

OOC: Im willing to be a target (I need something to do on NS) there are no current terror groups active in my nation (I eliminated them all) therefore you are the only terror group should you chose to attack me

Nicoli destested terrorist, but business was business, Montana wanted to try and get these earthquake bombs off his hands, after all they had cost way too much anyways, time to turn a profit. Getting into the country was easy. Just buy a plane ticket, pass through customs and get a stamp on the passport. Sitting in a free internet cafe he punched up the Montana Web page. After some more clicking a message was sent

TO: Black Celebrum
FROM: someone

I represent a very powerful man willing to sell you guns and other more effective tools of the trade... email me back if you are interested

OOC: I've been inactive for a long time and I need something to start back up on you can attack me

A darkish brown polluted water dripped from the ceiling of the subway onto Bishlovek Rickia a immagrant to Greston who moved here as a four year old when in his home nation Social States Union was bombed by Terre Nationale, during the Invasion of Shalrirorchia. Bishlovek was now going to be an immagrant to a new nation of the name Arab-Canada. He waited in the station for the subway car and half an hour late it parked in front of the crowd waiting for it and he stepped aboard the train which would bring him an airport north of Hoko Beach which would take him to his new life away from his terrorist group, away from his pile of crap life in Greston to a world where he would stay away from terrorism.

"Next stop Hoko Beach." said a nasialy voice from up above, "Last chance for Herington Airport." Beshlovek got up grabbed his stuff and jumped off the train with a few curses and two falls. He hailed a taxi drove 14 miles to the airport then an half an hour later entered his plane and flew over to Arab-Canada. On his flight he noticed that the four men sitting next to him and in front of him all sat there and ate nothing, solemn faced the entire time after two hours he asked one of the men where he was from, the man answered in a scratchy Islamic voice "Arab-Canada, where be you headed?" Bishlovek answered Arab-Canada and the two men got into a conversation. But the man still seemed too odd or well trained to be a tourist so when Bishlovek got to his new home he followed this supposed tourist over to a small building in Intergo City. He got inside and as he walked in a large group of cheering men all musclular, standing in a large open room with a tall skinnier man with a scratchy beard standing over a podium yelling into a microphone, "Remember my brothers... Terror is just another weapon, Horror is just an added bonus."

Bishlovek after hearing most of the speech knew that he had gotten himself into another terrorist group. The man at the podium brought out maps of their targets and one of them was Greston. He knew now that this wan'ts some stupid terrorist organization it was a terrorist group he could join after the meeting Bishlovek asked if he could speak with the man and when he got to he told him of his group in Greston and that they could help in the destruction Greston.

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Black Celebrum Meeting room behind the other meeting room.

The Man was glad to hear that new contacts could be established within a target nation. The Man turned to look Bishlovek in the face while taking off his custome of a beard and latex skin. His face was far more different then was previously seen.

" You say that you have contacts within Greaston that could aid us in our mission. First I need to know that you are not a spy and truely are here to offer support. We have received word that SOMEONE is offering us weapons in exchange for cash. If you want to prove yourself and this group are going to be of assistance to me and my organization then recover the weapons and deliver the money. You will receive dead drop instructions once you have arrved to the exchanged area." Said The man as he clicked on a wireless mouse that made the LCD screens light up with specs on the weapons as well as the e-mail that was sent.

The Man then looked over to another person in the room who was not the least bit arab and nodded. The man got up and began to speak looking at Bishlovek.

" Ok. In this mission you will be outfitted with a special cell phone. This phone makes calls on a secure line with a special cell tower that will connect you directly to our ops center here. This phone also has a panic botton that will send out a hypersonic scream which will cuase the people around you to fall over in pain. Now to ensure that you dont not become victim to this I have created a special pair of ear plugs that will only let certain harmonics in while keeping others out. Leaving you unharmed."

The Man spoke once more.

" You will leave out in 6 hours to meet with this person. Find out all you can from them as to who is suppling him with the weapons." The Man got up and went into his office and picked up his phone. another Agent in the room walked over and introduced himself to Bishlovek.

" Hi, I'm Arvin. I will be accomping you while you on mission. If at any time you need an extraxtion hit the panic button and I'll come in." the other agent let after picking up his Mission tech and left the room. Leaving Bishlovek to ponder on his situation.

bump

bump for greston

Nicoli was at the meeting spot, some long forgotten port where a Mokan Freighter shipping "bananas" was suppose to unload a few boxes here for shipment.
1,000 AK-47s,
1,000 AK-74s,
500 RPG-7s,
100lbs C4,
500 detonators,
100 claymores,
and 2 lava bombs and 2 earthquake bombs
both armed on missiles

the total was $600,000

Nicoli smoked a Mokan Fine waiting for the customers

bump for Greston

Bishlovek sat there for a few more minutes thinking abo9ut what was just said to him. Wether destroying Greston was really going to pay off. He then thought hell yes got up grabbed the equipment and got into a black tinted window unmarked car. Once he reacched the airport he flew over to an airport near a more unknown part of Mokastana. He then drove over to the exact spot given. Then got out of the with with a black brief case and under his jacket colt pistol. Walked over to the men keeping his distance said hello then asked what their email address was, what the Mokastana webpage was, and why he was at that area. After they answered those questions correctly he asked them how they got a hold of those weapons why they wanted to supply and if they showed to be good customers if they would keep supplying them. Bishlovek then opened his brief case flashing 600,000 dollars then said as soon as those weapons get an 10 minutes away from Arab-Canada he would hand it over. Since Arab-Canada wasn't that far away 30 minutes passed by then they knew the ship was near it's locationand handed over the brief case. "The Clereks Mind thanks you." Bishlovek then opened fire upon one of the men, the one smoking a cigar and shot the other in the arm he grabbed back the brief case and drove. When they were a fine while away Bishlovek told Arvin that they got their weapons and kept the money, "And the best part is that they think The Clereks Mind group did it so instead of attacking us they are going to attack a rival group of mine. Ha!"



OOC: I know I will probably get yelled at for shooting you men so if you are mad about that I will change it.

OOC: Oh my god thats great.... Judos for greston

OOC: do you really think that stealing guns would be that easy....your post doesn't make much sense but i think you said that the freighter is close to Greston, you shot at my men in my country and think you can get away with it...

IC: after the gunshots rang out the the lookout radioed to the boss that the deal had gone bad...the message was relayed to the banana freighter which quickly turned around and headed back to Mokastana. It was no in defense mode, which anyone who got to close would learn what that meant.

As for the fleeing car, well they weren't too smart, Obviously not aware of how strong Montana's grip was on Mokastana, and causing shit in his back yard was bound to cause trouble, lots of trouble. Soon an anonymous tip was sent to the Sur region national police and every officer in Southern Mokastana was looking for that exact car. It was claimed to be smuggling arms money into the nation. Now assuming the police didnt get to him first Montana had ordered one of his personal Mi-24 Hinds to follow the car...it was long until the Hind was right behind the fools who thought they could get out of this country after spitting in the face of the powerful man in Mokastana.

OOC: No frankly I don't care if he dies, I knew something like that was going to happen so this post has been planned just exactly for now

IC:

"Shit Arvin are they following us? That car has been behind us since we left the dock an hour ago. Shit what was I thinking." He stopped the car short and the car behind him nearly hit his back bumper. Bishlovek jumped oput of the car and pushed the button on the cell phone repeatedly. As the people in the car winced in pain he pulled out his colt and waited for the right moment to shoot.

OOC: Your turn, please kill my guy

OOC: i guess thats one way to get rid of baggage...

IC:
The Frieghter had turned around and was soon in a Mokan port unloading the weapons to put back in storage...

The Hind circled overhead, death was something reserved for pains in the ass, this was betraying the trust of customers and clients. Two flash bangs were thrown out of the car and 5 men rushed in with Riot shields up, the special forces kind that could stop a .45 caliber bullet. Using batons and tazers they beat everyone in the car and pulled them out. They checked the money to see if it was real.

As for Bishlovek; he had information, he had knowledge that Montana would want, and they would do all they could to extract it. By any means nessesary....


Montana Villa, Bogota, Mokastana

"Those fuckers shot at my men, they try to steal my guns and my money. Time to teach someone a fucking lesson. Who are they, and what makes them think they have the balls to fuck me in my own home?"

Antonio was furious...and Nicoli stood on the other line of the phone waiting for him to finish...

"Teach those fuckers a lesson.....so what do we know Nicoli?"

"Well i have no use for my left arm for the next few weeks. As for the bastards, we captured them, we will find out what we can. Trust me, no one shoots me and dies, not for the first month at least..." A light chuckle from Nicoli meant he was serious...

"Just get my info out of those cocksuckers"


A warehouse in the middle of the jungle

Bishlovek awoke beaten bruised and strapped to a table, next to the table was an array of very disturbing looking blades, devices and one "rust" covered screwdriver...next to all that was one chair, in it sat Nicoli...Nicoli got up, walked over to the table, picked up the screwdriver and bore a hole right into Bishlovek's left shoulder...

"That's for the bullet wound....and it will get a lot worse....I'm going to ask you questions, and you will give me answers. If you don't take a guess as what happens...now just so you know, we have a very advance medical team on hand. So don't hope for death any time soon. For shooting me you have garenteed at least a week in this hell...so first question: Who do you work for?"

!OOC thread! (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?p=13176685)

Arvin was in the room next door to Bishlovek. He could hear the sounds of torture, for he knew them well. Arvin was not feeling to pretty at the moment as he was bruised from the beatings of the people who raided the car. As they time wore on he knew that Bishlovek was going to break. Arvin then softly talked to himself, making contact with " The Mans" security Section.

" Bishlovek is a falling glass. I repeat Bishlovek is a falling glass. "

Back at the HQ, the security section received the message from Arvin. No more then 30 seconds later The Security sections had accessed the Satellite surveillance system and locates the two operatives in the area. After some time of typing on a keyboard the Directive 3 protocol was initiated. In a matter was minutes the small implant that was put in Bishlovek's ear would quickly inject a high powered Nero-toxin that would kill him in seconds.
One of the Security personnel quickly went to see " The Man" to give him a report of what was happening in Mokastana.

" Sir, we have got confirmation that Bishloveks cover is close to being blow wide open . We have started Directive 3 protocol as directed. " spoke one of the Security Operatives in the security section.

The Man thought a moment then spoke.
" Cancel Directive 3. And begin Extraction Directive 6. I still have use for Bishlovek. He may still prove valuable."

The Security Operative tapped his ear and gave the command to cancel and and begin Directive 6. The security section personnel moved quickly to stop the process. The section just barely stopped the process that would have stopped Bishlovek life. Instead the Security section began another process that would make him appear as if he where dead. First by injecting the nero-toxin, then injecting the antidote. The same was done for Arvin, as he was awaiting to be tortured.

The cell phone that Bishlovek had on him began to ring.....

Warehouse in the Middle of the jungle

" Bishlovek is a falling glass. I repeat Bishlovek is a falling glass. "

The wispers were heard by the guard who then shoved a dirty sock down his throat and pistol whipped his stomach

"keep quiet bastard."

Just then Arvin relaxed, and stopped breathing. Not the reaction the guard wanted. He pulled the sock out and and began CPR, not mouth to mouth, but just pounding on his chest.

"we need the Doctors in here now!"

The door to the torture room swung open and Nicoli said that he needed a Doctor as well. Once he saw that both had passed out at the same time he got suspicious. This was no accident that both would die simultaneously...The doctors raced in to try and save the informants, only to say it was too late.

Outside on the firing range the cell phone rang...and rang...the two soldiers didn't care, they continued to pour gasoline on the car and the clothes and other things left inside...the money was on a truck going to the Lima bank, after it had been checked for any bombs, poisons or counterfeit dollars.

The two soldiers aimed a recoilless rifle at the car and fired one high explosive round into the car.

Inside Nicoli was getting pissed...

"check the bodies for any communication devices or anything that could administer a drug into them. The one in the torture room died right after i started, before i did anything lethal. Did this one do anything before he died?"
he said pointing to Arvin

"he muttered something like...Bolshivik is broken glass, i think"

Nicoli looked at the doctors,
"find anything you can on them, anything at all. These bodies are to remain here until we find something...and when we do, hack em up and feed em to the jaguars "

It had been quite a while since either had left the homeland, for many reasons. While the Insurgency had been doing quite well in recent months, they were still grossly out-gunned, under-funded, and without allies. The only real advantage was that the Dark Argonians had allied with them, and using their contacts and experience, had helped to keep the struggling Insurgency afloat after repeatedly being assaulted in their most secret locations by government Special Forces and Longhunters. Even their seaborne hijackings had been foiled by the Navy's newest offensive special operations teams.

When news of a new group known as the 'Black Cerebrum' began circulating, two of the Insurgency's best had been sent to make contact, providing aide and operational expertise, as well as a vast network of black market connections to the table in exchange for whatever they knew, and to 'Further The Cause', whatever that was.

Oddly, both Argonians, one a black-scaled 'Dark Brother' and the other of the standard green pigmentation, were not original insurgents. The 'Dark One', Sektan Keth, like most of his breed, had spent much of his life as a mercenary before being contacted by his people and given the opportunity to retake the Marsh from their lighter-scaled cousins. He'd jumped at the opportunity, and the pay wasn't bad either.

The lighter-scaled Argonian, Teersan Chul, had an odd-looking x-shaped scar running over his left eye, a memento from his former occupation before the Modernization that had led to the Argonian Civil War and the Insurgency. He'd been what was known as a Shadowscale, a spy and professional assassin, working for the pre-Modernization government as well as the post-Modernization for a while before defecting. Since then he'd become a valued asset.

Both had arrived in Arab-Canada loaded for bear, for they knew not what sort of operations they would be used for other than acting as liaisons between the two terrorist groups.

Chul carried his only two items in his single black leather suitcase, tucked amongst his clothes. The two items were a slightly modified Nighthawk Customs M1911A1 in 10mm Norma with a threaded barrel bushing, and his Shadowscale Assassins' Blade. It had a semi-ceremonial place in the old world of the Shadowscales, but their intended purpose was to open things up, usually people. The blade was blackened volcanic glass, strong and lethally sharp. The added benefit was that it didn't set off metal detectors, the thing was a single solid piece slowly worked into a shape of his liking, the handle then wrapped in leather and bound with sinew. The case also contained a laptop of Alienware manufacture.

Keth, on the other hand, was no assassin. If he was going to do covert killing, he was definitely the less-subtle hit-man sort. A professional soldier, his tools were a bit louder, but no less effective. While his clothing and personal effects were contained in a duffel bag slung over his left shoulder, in either of his hands he carried a long case, which could not be mistaken for anything other than a weapons protection device. Within, packed somewhat tightly were his favorite tools. The left hand carried a Lewis Machine and Tool MRP piston-driven AR15, chambered in 6.8 SPC and fitted with a Hogue pistol-grip, fore-grip, Trijicon Reflex combat optic, and a Surefire light. The right hand bore something a little more interesting, a custom-built M79 grenade launcher that Sektan was quite adept at using. The weapon had a black glass-filled polymer stock and all metal components had been phosphate-coated, giving the weapon a menacing silhouette.

That wasn't all, however. Sektan was a fan of revolvers, and carried a five-inch Taurus Raging Bull under his left arm in a shoulder rig. The .44 magnum had enough stopping power to penetrate most soft ballistic vests used by local policemen, and flatten those fortunate enough to have more advanced armors through sheer blunt force trauma. Under his right arm hung a rather nasty-looking Mercworx Equitorian fighting blade. Almost too big to conceal, the weapon had been patterned off of the Roman Gladius and worked extremely well when slid between some-one's ribs.

Dressed casually, both wore semi-tactical black cargo pants and T-shirts of differing colors, Chul's black and Keth's hunter green. Keth, however, had opted for a leather jacket to cover his on-body defensive options. Both preferred the GSG-9 styled soft-soled tactical boots for both silent movement and excellent wear.

The Insurgency had previously established contact with someone calling himself 'The Man'. They were to seek out this individual at a prescribed location. He was supposed to be expecting them, but that remained to be seen. It had been Teersan's experience that international terrorists were fairly busy individuals, especially the more active ones, and their arrival could have been forgotten about. The two hailed a cab, and after making sure they couldn't be heard through the divider, began to speak...

"These humans pick out some odd names for themselves... 'The Man'... Kinda simple, isn't it?"

Teersan chuckled softly at Sektan's comment. They had never worked together before, and operated very differently, resulting in completely different views on things...

"That's the beauty of it. It is representative of his temperament and personality. He wishes to remain a ghost of sorts, an unknown entity. It tells us his gender, and nothing more, but for all we know it could be a female. Most terrorists seek to change the world for some perceived good, perhaps it is meant to mean that he stands for 'Man', as in his entire species..."

The assassin regarded the mercenary, their two peoples had fought each other for centuries until the Civil War. It was odd that one of the best from each breed now fought for the same cause...

"What would you have called yourself? Professor Chaos?"

Sektan snorted, dismissing the idea with a wave of his hand...

"You watch too much South Park, Chul... I was thinking something like 'Bamf'..."

Teersan narrowed his eyes...

"That's not even a word, dipshit. It's a noise..."

Sektan brought both his hands up in a placating manner...

"Bad-Ass-Mother-Fucker. Get it? It's an acronym, not an onomatopoeia..."

"How is that more original? Dane Cook's been using that for a while now..."

"Whatever, it's better than 'The Man'..."

"I can hear it now: In other news, BAMF has struck again, stealing a piece from a comedian's routine in a stunning display of unoriginality..."

Sektan went silent, shaking his head and looking the other direction out the window at the passing scenery. The ride from the airport was a long one it seemed...

Just got on.. give me some time and I shall post..

Designated meeting place: midnight

Intergo City was a bad place to be in late at night unless you where waiting for someone. Police avoided it and gangs ignored those they didn't know, and didn't have on a police uniform. A lite mist had begun to fall on the awaiting Argonians.It was strange how the name of the Black Cerebrum had gotten out. if these people knew of the real name then they must of had clearance out the ass. The functional cover name was the Jackus Sanctum, and the entire fake agency was fully functional, even had its own operations that where completely separate from that of the Black Cerebrum

But it wasn't to much long before a black Benz slowly approached the two who where standing under a street light. As the car stopped in the street the back door opened and a voice masked person spoke:

" Get in, dont speak, and leave your belongings where they sit. "

" Don't worry about your bags another car is awaiting to retrieve them. And please do not protest " The Man" is very busy."

Sektan entered first, followed by Teersan. The Black Cerebrum was being cautious, which was a good sign. Too openly taking in outsiders was a sign of weakness, a very blatant signal that the organization had already been penetrated by some sort of malignant outside force and was being monitored from the inside.

Or it was a trap...

Chul was still unarmed, he'd left both his blade and his gun in his suitcase. The upside was that Keth was still packing, and was carrying a knife of his own. He could arm both of them if need be, and Teersan was more proficent with knives anyway...

The car began to drive away. The mist of the rain was probably the only sound that was heard outside of the engine and the rumble of the tires. soon after the car left the side of the street, another car did indeed come and pick up the belonging of the two visitors.

Within the car the driver and a single passenger whos' seat was flipped backwards, facing the Argonians, never said a word. Atleast until the passenger said something that I am sure threw the Argonians for a loop.

" You are a shadowscale.... are you not?

The question I am sure was not something that the Argonians where expecting. Especially from a human who probably doesn't know what an Argonian is....

" I an fairly certain you are...your stance and the way the always look everyone in the eye, tells me that you are. "

Before the Argonian had a chance to respond the car turned into a parking garage and parked in the basement level in a back corner spot that had walls on either side. Then a wall began to close them into the space the wall on the outside looked like a broken down evaluator. After the wall was down the parking space began to descend.... into the ground, the shaft was was built of high strength carbon steel scaffolding that gave a view of the large extensive agency like offices below, the area directly below was the Black Cerebrums main vehicle armory where hundreds of cars where being modified and stored.

As the car stopped in the armor the driver pressed a button on the dash that opened the back doors letting the Argonians out....

" Welcome to Black Cerebrum..." said an ominous voice from behind them...

Sektan laughed, pointing a thumb at his associate...

"Nah, I just kill shit. He's the wanna-be ninja..."

Teersan, however, was a tad bit more diplomatic...

"I am Teersan Chul, and yes, I used to be one. My associate, Sektan Keth, and I belong to a similar group in our homeland. In the spirit of better relations and resource sharing, they have sent us as advisors of a sort. We've been directed to remain for a time until we feel our organization can openly communicate with yours and provide resources and networking freely, at which point we'll be heading back home to continue the fight there..."

There really hadn't been much information in the dossier concerning the Black Cerebrum, other than that they were fairly well organized and equipped. The Insurgency's suppliers were quite good, but they really didn't need fancy tanks and attack helicopters for guerilla jungle warfare. This group might, however...

"Sektan has a rapport with numerous high-quality arms and equipment dealers. He also serves as a weapons expert in his cell, specializing in heavy weapons, and his people skills need a little work. That's where I come in. I specialize in covert infiltration and assassination tactics. I'm also told I have a way with words..."

"We can also get you bootleg DVD's, CD's, Blu Ray, that sort of shit..."

Teersan paused for a moment to give Sektan a little more room to make himself look like a fool, then began again, his raspy voice low...

"This is an impressive set-up you've got going here..."

The operatives that escorted them in laughed as they heard they the compliment about the facility...

" Surely you jest... this is but our armory, and offices attributed to this area. The real operations center is below. But yes we have been told by the few who know the truth about our group that we appear quite funded and organized for our manner of operation. I am sure you have better things to do rather then to just talk about our base of operations. " The Man " is awaiting you in his office. We should be going..." said one of the agents in the area as he held his hand in a manner that suggested that they travel in a certain direction.

OOC: I will be back soon. I have to pick up my wife from work...you can Rp your self to seeing The Man...

Both Argonians started forward, Teersan in the lead followed closely by Sektan...

"Let me do the talking, I don't need you trying to hock anymore bootleg tapes like a street vendor. Your file made you sound professional, yet you act like a teenager..."

Sektan almost laughed out loud at that remark...

"I haven't killed anything in about a week now so cut me some fucking slack, OK? I'm actually trying to lighten the mood here, asshole. It also keeps me from wanting to put a bullet in one of these softskins just for the Hell of it..."

Teersan didn't have to mention that he'd better control that urge, they didn't want to ruin such an opportunity for the Insurgency. They'd arrived at their host's office, however, and both ceased talking. Teersan rapped on the door four times with a scaly knuckle, pricking up his ear-fins. They weren't exactly ears, the holes concealed in front of them were and were more handy for manuvering through the water than eavesdropping on distant conversations...

The Bodies of Bishlovek and Arvin laid on cold steel tables. Numerous machines and devices stood around the too bodies and Doctors came and went outside. Had it been anywhere else in the nation you could assume it was a hospital, or a morgue. Not a Jungle "security" base for Montana Industries. Inside the freezer the doctor was examining the head of Arvin, since he spoke before their deaths, he was seeing if their was a voice activated poison or something. Another was examining the body of Bishlovek for a method for the poison to get in.

Outside the freezer to soldiers searched through the clothes and stuff and found another cell phone. He placed it in the tray along with the wallets, fake IDs and other items that could identify these men. Fingerprints were already being sent to the government of Arab-Canada for identification.

"We need to know who these men are...where are those blood test, what did they get injected with?"

"Jefe! Here are the results, its some sort of nero-toxin. What is odd is that another chemical is in there."

"what?"

"It could be an anti-dote of some kind i don't know."

"We pay you to know, damn it."

Nicoli left the lab tech feeling worthless and hurried over to the freezer with the bodies. If it was a trick, and those bastard weren't dead. Then they soon would be. He opened the door to find the bodies still in a motionless state and looked at one of the doctors.

"Take the right leg off both bodies, below the knee. Cauterize them so they don't bleed to bad. They may just be faking dead."

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The Man walked into the room where the Argonians where awaiting his entrance.
His office was plain and bland, and was simple in its design, except for a single shelve with artifacts of obviously ancient origin. One was a tapestry that had a symbol upon it that appeared to be a almost demonic in nature.

The Man walked over to his desk and sat down tapping some papers on the plain black surface.

" I have 20 minutes before I go on another briefing... You have until then to explain why I should give you anymore time."

Teersan smiled slightly. With twenty minutes to spare he'd have time for questions and answers...

"We represent a group similar in mission to your own, a league of freedom-fighters and patriots who wish to see our homeland as it once was. Your organization is similar in size and funding to our own, yet we are still hard-pressed to defeat our foe outside of the jungles of our home..."

The assassin took a moment, letting his little monologue sink in...

"My superiors have sent myself and my associate as a sort of loan to your organization, to test your effectiveness and your seriousness in entering a partnership of sorts between our two groups for a sharing of personnel, resources, and information..."

He really didn't have much else to say, unless the guy wanted an explanation...

The Man thought a second about the offer of the Argonians. He was not hard pressed to obtain new operatives, but he was to find new contacts and suppliers. The Man began to speak...

" You said your on loan... Fine. I do have use for you....We where supposed to receive a shipment of weapons from Montana, a cocaine selling drug lord who has his hands in the governments dealings. Needless to say the deal was not according to plan. I need to destroy the weapons and self-extract from the area. I prefer for you to use the weapons in the warehouse their."

OOC: more later...

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OOC: When will my guy wake up because right now I realy can't do anything

OOC: He will wake up just as his leg is getting taken off... as will Arvin.

OOC: whenever i guess, we were never told how long the shit works for

It works until they are awakened by an antidote or... but abrupt trauma...something to shock the brain.

the bodies were both tied down with plastic wrap and straps to steady the body while the doctor took the first body...Arvin...and revved up the chainsaw...he put it on the leg and went to work...

Arvin, suddenly awoke from his deep slumber and began screaming from the pain of the chainsaw, ripping through his legs flesh. The sight of his jeg being taken off was to much to bare as Arvin began to go into shock. The extreme pain of the chainsaw amputation took its toll, as he continued to scream in pain.

" Please!!!! God!!!! Stop!!!! AHHHHH!!! Stop!!!" was all that he could say as the saw finally broken though the other side and the leg fell to the floor.

Arvin was completely shattered, his body and soul... The pain so over taking that now his mind was completely focused upon it.

OOC: we think that Bishlovek is the main guy and Arvin is just a body guard or something...


IC:

" Please!!!! God!!!! Stop!!!! AHHHHH!!! Stop!!!"

Imminently Nicoli raced in...

"WHY ARENT YOU BURNING IT YOU FUCKTARD!!!"

the other doctor took a torch and began to cook the bleeding flesh, the idea was to keep him alive...two others began to hook up IV and more blood, morphine was injected into his veins...He was going to live, by any means necessary...

As for Bishlovek, they heated a machete to a glowing orange, gave him a small injection of morphine and took his leg as well

Arvins eyes began to roll into the back of his head as the torch was placed to soulder the wound to stop bleeding. The IV full of morphine was a nice touch though. The pain was still intense but the snese of shock began to fade away. Arvin then started to look around at the people who where working to keep him alive... if only to cause him more pain in the end....

" Why... Why...?" was all that would come from his mouth as the doctors came in....

"Keep an eye on him...When he comes to we began the interrogations....you don't fuck with Montana and get away with it, CALL ME WHEN HE IS COHERHENT, I INTERROGATE, YOU DOCTORS ARE WORTHLESS!"

OOC: You didn't make it clear if you cuit off my guys leg too so unless you really did this is my post

His mind was dark and blank because tehcnicaly, in some odd way he was dead but still living. So his mind was in tact but he just couldn't think or do anything with it. All he could do was lay there and feel the coldness of the table and now the thin line of heat upon the area below his knee cap.

OOC:

As for Bishlovek, they heated a machete to a glowing orange, gave him a small injection of morphine and took his leg as well

should of made it more noticeable...

IC:

"are either of them awake yet doctor?"

Arvin started to come to and looked around the room at the doctors who where monitoring his condition...

" You can all go to hell." said Arvin as he tryed to get out of the bed..

Arvin was still loopy from the morphine and was still unaware of the danger still presented to him. He knew he was a dead man if he did nothing. So Arvin devised a plan....

The doctors pushed him back down and tied him down, and Nicolas walked into the room, behind him was two orderlies pushing a tray of menacing tools. Just like the ones Bishlovek saw.

"Who do you two work for?"

that was all Nicoli said as he picked up a evil looking knife with jagged teeth, looked at it and set it down in favor of the bat with barbed wire around it.

The Man thought a second about the offer of the Argonians. He was not hard pressed to obtain new operatives, but he was to find new contacts and suppliers. The Man began to speak...

" You said your on loan... Fine. I do have use for you....We where supposed to receive a shipment of weapons from Montana, a cocaine selling drug lord who has his hands in the governments dealings. Needless to say the deal was not according to plan. I need to destroy the weapons and self-extract from the area. I prefer for you to use the weapons in the warehouse their."

OOC: more later...

Chul was interested. Anything that allowed him to open someone up usually had that effect...

"All we need is some basic information. If you'd prefer, we can aquire weapons and equipment in the field. I do ask, however, that our personal items be kept safe. They aren't cheap, and in the case of my dagger, not replaceable either..."

It would be going with him either way, but it served to drive the point home. Sektan obviously wasn't happy about having to leave his grenade launcher behind, either. While he was a crack shot with the antiquated device, it wasn't exactly easy to conceal or transport without obviously bulky luggage...

"We can also deal with this 'Montana' individual if you wish him dealt with. I'd also like to know if you'd like any loose ends tied up, to the tune of the original henchmen you sent to accomplish this goal..."

There had to be guys before them that attempted this, and learning of their fate would give them a better idea of what they were up against...

OOC: why did you attack my arms deal in the begining anyways?

The Montana Villa, outside Bogota


"I want to get a hold of this 'Man' and find out what the hell he is thinking. You cant trust anyone in this business anymore. Fuck em, I invite you to my home, give you my guns and you shoot my associates."

Antonio was pissed, he knew that they had started a war, and he was ready on the home front, but until he got those fuckers to speak he wouldn't have anywhere to attack. Time was ticking

OOC: I was wondering that myself. I was also wondering why you cut those legs off at the knee and didn't start with the foot above the ankle. You double your number of cuts per leg and give the victim the false hope of only needing minor prosthetic replacements. Anyway, back to the game...

Sektan covertly elbowed his associate in the ribs, somewhat concerned...

"He wants us to ditch our gear and use his stuff? Fuck no... I didn't haul fifty pounds worth of hardware half-way across the world to leave it sitting in some asshole's store-room..."

He kept his voice low enough that the specfics wouldn't be heard, and secretly hoped the Black Cerebrum armories contained nothing less than an RPG-7 and an FN FAL. He'd be needing a suitable sidearm and knife as well. Mercworx blades were tough to top, and his Taurus .44 magnum was a personal favorite. Automatics weren't as precise in his hands, but they did hold more bullets, not that that made up for their relative lack of precision...

OOC: to be honest i just wrote the first cut that popped in my head, we didn't know if they were alive or not. Either way there is still a lot left to torure with

hours had passed and Arvin still had said nothing, despite the broken bones, the burned flesh and beatings. Even his left eye was cut out and now staring at him from above the bed, more for psychological damage then anything. WHile torture was a good method of interrigation the main thing they wanted for thier new enemies to see what happens when you cross Montana, Arvin would be found, not alive, not in one piece, but eventually be found.

He was eventually left unconscious and the doctors went to work keeping him alive...it would only be a matter of time before one of them broke. So Nicoli then went to Bishlovek for some answers. He was just about to begin when a guard raced in with news of a militia attack on a PN patrol.

Montana always got reports of incident involving deaths of military and other odd occurrences, while the report of parachutes wont make it until tomorrow to Montana's security offices the report of a potential militia uprising did. Only after reading the details did his officers come to the conclusion that this could be Black Cerebrum operations. After all the last major uprising was two months ago, and what are the odds that one would happen two days after two men were captured in a bad deal. Not to mention the militia had some sense of organization, they usually attacked HQs and ambushed the reinforcements, not attack patrols.

In response the security outpost was "ordered" to be "evacuated." A military escort was going to arrive by helicopter in 30 minutes to help evacuate non-combat personnel and patients. while the rest would stand guard on high alert status.

The Man could see the restlessness in the Argonians eyes as the operation was told to them. He wanted to reassure them of the potential of the Black Cerebrum.

" My friends you will find that my organization is well armed. You can find everything from a saturday night special single shot, to a WTI XRB-1 Heavy Assult rifle with a Gatling Auto-Shotgun to complient. I am sure you can find weapons in there to your liking."
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-----Arvin suddenly jumped up as the pain finaly had its affect.

" OK!!!.. OK!!!... I'll Tell... I'll Tell... ( crying) I'll tell you everything.. Just let me live." Screamed Arvin as he started to cry

Arvin was broken and was now fearing for his life..

Nicoli went back into the room where the Doctors were patching him up,

"give him some morphine, now talk, who do you work for? why did they betray us ? and how can we find them?"

Arvin nodded and spoke:

" Listen carefully.... I had to ensure that they where not listening to me. I work for a group called the Jackus Sanctum. they are well funded from outside sources and are ran from a single office in a nation called Skismire. The Office Director is only known as 'The Man'. No one knows his exact name or what he truely even looks like. Some says he always where a professional face masks that alter his appearances everyday. The Office is located in a credit Star Building in the sublevels 5-20. Each floor is locked spereatly from each and escape routes lead to various places within Skismire, Also each level is stocked with almost 300 trained agents and has lock down measures for each.

( Arvin becomes emothional )

They Have three ways to get to the sublevels, first in directly through an elevator on the top floor that is labeled as out of service. the second is through the parking garage a part of the wall has a pipe on it that is labeled 'caution gas'. the third is a sewer exit that comes up into the upper level mens restroom.. All of these routes are well known and well defended. Plus the sewers are trapped with C-4 explosives at random lengths.

As for why we betrayed you.. WE didn't the other person you captured.. he broke the deal and shot your men under his own measure. The Jackus sanctum had nothing to do with the double crossing. Unless they had planned that to happen with out my knowing, which is unliking as I was the mission Manager."

"is that true? Very well, prepare a team to go to Skismire."

Nicoli checked his watch and wrote down the time, so that the recorders in the room knew where to listen to the information,

"so you were the one in charge of this job? hmmm....Give him more morphine and take good care of him, if his information is correct, then he lives, if not, well he still lives, hehehe"

and with that Nicoli left to beat some answers out of Bishlovek, and confirm the story. This time he would start with the power drill, and work his way down the technological ladder.

Arvin looked at the doctor who was taking care of him and spoke again:

" Bishlovek, wont be able to confirm the story.. he was a new recruit sent to prove his worth.. He wasn't Jackus Sanctum.. He came from Greston... He was a former Freedom Fighter in that country. He was probably fed diferent information to keep him in the dark. Make sure he knows of this..."

Arvin then fell asleep as his body was drugged.


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OOC: I will let Skismire know that he is needed... He lives next door,,lol

OOC: ok shall we have a new thread for that then?

IC:

The doctor noted that and recorded the time on the charts. They cleaned out the eye and knocked him out...the burns were cleaned and the for practice they decided to reattached the eye. IF it worked, then Arvin would have a higher morale, which could mean more info or a farther fall, and if it didn't, well they could just take it out again....

The two Argonian agents took their leave of the 'Man', walking silently towards the armory. After entering, Sektan noted they had quite a bit of exotic stuff. Exotic and practical, however, didn't always go hand in hand.

Teersan selected an integrally-surpressed Ruger Mark III in .22LR. The essential assassin's weapon, it would work well enough for his purposes. Sektan, however, grabbed an unmounted Heckler and Koch M320 single-shot 40mm launcher from the wall before stuffing it in a backpack with a selection of ammunition for it. He would hold on to his sidearm and knife, keeping the less-accurate M320 for less-covert work. He speculated Teersan had hold of his own pistol and knife as well, but had selected something else to appease the 'Man' and provide some extra utility...