NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC: this isnt godmoding, i just decided to open up with a foreshadowing,

Somewhere in Skismire

Tonights the night, Nicoli thought as he and El Plagues men stood outside the office building, all armed and ready. Ready for whatever would happen next. After dealing with betrayals, shootouts, military interference, now was the time to see why it all went down. Nicoli took the Mokan fine he was smoking and dropped it to the ground. Watching the embers glow as the cigarette fell into the puddle and went out in a quiet hiss. For good measure he stepped and ensured the cigarette was out and signaled the men to move forward. It was time....

Earlier....Montana Estate, Bogotá

"thank you for getting back here so soon Nicoli, you have no idea how much shit we have to go through"

Montana shook his Head of Securities hand and escorted him to the main room to give him the explanation of what is going on.

"I know how much you like to interrogate but this cant wait. I need you to meet up with El Plague's men in Skismire and get an operation set up. In this dock we have an arms shipment waiting for you. It will be on the MNS Livertad. It is delivering "Authentic Food supplies" for the Mokan Cafes in the country, one crate..." he scribbled the information on a pad...."will have your toys, your standard package of course. Delecosta do you wish to add anything...."

OOC: we will start with just getting into the country and then finding the place from there. add anything you want, i know its rushed

Earlier....Montana Estate, Bogotá

Delacosta spoke,

"I have nothing to add my friend, my team will be ready and are preparing at this very moment...team leader is Carmen Trask, ex delta force..very qualified leader..his sat phone information will be provided to you so you are able to contact him"

Skismire

Six men dressed in suits with breifcases strolled out of the busy airport, Carmen Trask, Georgio Aldo, Franz Settner, Markus Street, Reggie O'Donnell, Christopher Hart. All men were ex Osteian special forces/agents/Delta force, their papers claimed they were oil executives here on buisness which would cheak out to be legit in case they were questioned or investigated, Delacosta had spoken with Prince Cyrus who made the nessasary arrangements...the men waited to be contacted by a man by the name of Nicoli.

OOC: could we get a map or idea of what Skismire is like?

Nicoli and three "associates" were onboard Mokan Airlines flight into Skismire, one of the beauties of a global world was that anyone could fly anywhere and not really be noticed in the traffic. Of course it would of been safer not to fly a direct route into the country, but Nicoli knew that "the man" would be expecting some sort of counter attack soon enough. So might as well as just get in the quickest way. Once they had the weapons they would be good. Nicoli drank a vodka martini, as drinking was allowed on Mokan flights, and waited for the plane to land. While violence wasn't the main intent, it still was one.

Nicoli thought quietly to himself, establish a safe house, get an idea of enemy figures, take em out. Simple enough he guessed. There was a small Mokan district in the city, if not completely Mokan at least Hispanic, someone was bound to be willing to allow a operation like this in, for the right price of course. The cover story was that they were represitives from Montana Inc sent to check on the restaurants serving "authentic Mokan food" and all that. The covers of course didnt even try to hide who they were. Montana wanted the man to know they were there, and that he should contact them if he didn't want any more trouble.

The air traffic control man in the Skismirian Airport radioed the Aircraft as it came in for its final approach.

" Mokan Aircraft this is air traffic control, your aircraft is approved to land in strip 13 on the west sector. We ask that you hold your taxi until an inspection of your craft has been conducted. "

The inspection was routine and random, plus with the aircraft coming from a well known drug producing nation, drug sells and transport was a closely watched system. Government inspectors stood read yo board the aircraft as the word came in. There where about 5 armed officers in the area just in case drugs were found in the craft, and the person would have to be arrested.

----Credit Star Building

It was a typical day at work in a small and upstart investment firm called Credit Star. Phones, fax's, and the daily hustle and bustle of of the financial world filled the air of the other-wise stag net air of the office building. It was a busy day as most of the workers where called in to finish up the quarterly report for earnings that month. Man didn't mind getting called to work as it paid well for over time.

It was winter in Skismire and the snow was coming down pretty hard, and the temperature was dropping to almost 12 degrees that day. In the Parking garage a small group of armed security patrolled to area making sure all the cars where cleared to be parked in the area. In the building guards patrolled the 50 floors of the building making sure no one was in unauthorized locations.

The Osteian agents waited patiently for their contact to exit the airport. The had called a local limo service and requested a fully loaded Lincon Navigator to be brought to the main entrance for their use while staying in the nation, it had been rented ahead of time to ensure it would be ready for when they arrived. Trask looked at his men and spoke,

"They should be here soon, not long now boys..."

The Lincon pulled up, it was pearl white with black tinted windows, the driver got out and got the proper documentation from Carmen,

"Alright, cars yours...have a good stay in Skismire and don't forget to contact Rental King again for all your trasportation needs"

Carmen nodded and silently took the keys placing them in his pocket, the driver got into another vehicle and left, the Osteian agents got in the Navigator and waited for their contacts.

The nation of Skismire was cold at this time of year, snow was piled up on the sides of the road and it was steadily comming down...

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Map


As the navigator sat awaiting there contact a Skismirian officer pulled up behind the limo and approached the drivers window and knocked. The officer was a little curious as to why a Limo would be sitting in from of the airport. So the officer knocked again. It was cold, Dretrota city was weird like that, The officer was clothed from head to toe wearing a full head dress to boot.

As the window came down the officer asked why they were just sitting and not parking in the parking garage where it was warmer, and legal...

The officer made sure to point out one of the signs close by...

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"inspections, figures...."

Nicoli and his men had no weapons, nor drugs. Just the paperwork from Montana Inc. and a company credit card with a 500,000 spending limit. Mokastana was a well known drug producing nation, everyone knew that Montana Inc. sold them, what they didnt know was that the majority of the drug deals were legal. Only a few were under the table, Montana liked to look legit. It was the arms deals that were far more illegal, and, as Nicoli remembered his reasoning for being here, more dangerous. Of course Montana did sell arms to other nations legally as well, but most were domestic deals.

"Let's get this out of the way shall we?"

OOC: whats the city name and what district would a bunch of Latinos and Mokans live in?

OOC: The City of Dretrota and the people you would be looking for would be in the downtown area.. close by the Credit star.

As the plane came to a complete stop the doors opened up and agents came in with only hand guns on their person. The other armed officers stood outside in the cold awaiting the sign to come aboard.

AS the agents made their way from the cockpit to the 1st class section one gave out a command.

" Ok I need everyone to remain seated unless told otherwise. Also if you have any prescription drugs on your person please remove them and place them on the tray in front of you. Thank you and this should be over soon."

The agent quickly started to check each Prescription to make sure its the real deal. AS an agent checked an elderly mans medicine it came back illegal and the man would be arrested. The agents told the man to stand and await the officers as the came in the aircraft. AS they got on board they took a longer way to the suspect, which pasted by Nicoli. AS one of the officer pasted by Nicoli he dropped a tracer on his shirt, it was small on as light as a feather. The officer came in and took the man away.. After which the aircraft was taxied to the tarmac...

Nicoli and his men finally got off the plane and entered the airport. They went to a small coffee shop and got a bite to eat and drinks.

"God damn its cold here, I can't wait to get back home." one of the men started up.

"It could be worse, but then again when you live high in the mountains colds like this don't really bother you." another mentioned

This time Nicoli spoke up..

"Would you guys quiet down, I have to make a phone call." he pulled out his cell number and called the number for Delecosta's team, and waited for an answer

Inside the airport was a single person, who presented himself as a business man who seemed to have drank just a little to much, he was quite and was holding a bottle of beer ion his hand. As the mokan aircraft made its way to the concourse he made little notice of his watching...

bum,p

"No answer, damn."

Nicoli didn't like when his associates didn't respond.

"All right, let's get a car and get out of here"

The three business men went to the local rent-a-car center and rented a Lincoln Town car. From there they were off to the docks, there primary concern was getting those arms and supplies. Thinking back on it they should of just gone with the shipment but they were suppose to appear like businessmen, and that meant they couldnt wait a week on a freighter to get to one small country to start dealings for Montana.

The two other men, only known as Welter and Raul, were both ex-military. However Welter had gone into Montana business legally and worked for the expansion division of Montana Inc, while Raul was a "security" officer. Meaning by Montana rules he was required to be armed at all times. As Nicoli drove he opened his suitcase and pulled out his shaving kit, his walking cane and medicine. After taking the barrel out of the walking cane, the cylinder out of the bottom of a shaving can, and converting his "electric shaver to the handle of the pistol and taking the bullets out of the "pills" he had built a small .38 caliber pistol, five shots.

At the docks the Mokan ship had arrived, most of the cuisine had been unloaded. However the Arms were still onboard the ship, of course the Captain, a man named Booner, had kept them locked away. When the inspection team came in he notified them that there were guns on board but they were for protection on the high seas, after all the nature of Montana supplies may or may not be large shipments of drugs, only to legal desitations of course. That didn't mean pirates still didn't exist. However the guns for Nicoli and crew were stored in the part of the shipment routed to OK-LA-HO-MA. So it was off limits to the inspection teams, and even if they did go in, weapons shipments to allies were perfectly legal by international law.

Welter, escorted by Raul, went up to the main office of the docks, flashing his information that he was a key member of Montana Inc. His goal was to meet with whoever was in charge and purchase some office space for Montana Inc. here, since this dock was "proving valuable" to Montana's Expansion. He was suppose to make a deal and sign the contract. End of story. While that was going on Nicoli went onboard to meet with Booner and get the supplies....

The Skismirian docks where located in the harsh Mahrunes River. Because of the great cold of the region the river was almost constantly in a state of blizzard and rough weather. Ships in the area where soon placed under an advisory.

Meanwhile....Harbor

The Inspectors finished their inspection and gave the all clear for unloading.

bump... for...Osteia

OOC: can you RP the dock manager for a deal?

The Osteian team sat in front of the airport waiting for contact from their assosiates. Trask looked down at his sat phone that was on his lap,

"Fuck...i missed two calls...i had it on silent..."

He quickly put the phone to his ear and hit call back, he waited for an answear. Meanwhile the snow was heavily falling to the ground, it looked as if they were in for a blizzard...it snowed very little in Osteia in the North, the South was always sunny and hot.

"Common.....FUCK"

The phone continued to ring...

Nicoli was holding an assault rifle, some prototype and playing with the sites and all until Captain Booner told him to leave it alone. Here were the guns he was to have.... two Uzi Submachine guns, one MP5 with short barrel and folding stock, 20 grenades, 5 flash bang and 5 Frag, and 5 incinerate and 5 smoke, and one M4 Commando for Nicoli..then his phone rang,

"Bout time...where are you and do you have your papers?"

(papers code for guns)

Trask replied,

"Bout' time?"

He chuckled then continued,

"Yeah, i got everything we need...except the hardware...location?"

The others in the back of the SUV nodded and chatted amongst one another about their mission...

OOC: The weapons i need are, Three glocks... a .18, .21, .26, one Sig Sauer 226, one Beretta M9, Beretta 93R..what about heavy weapons...? if we need SMG's i will require the H&K MP5k...

OOC:

IC:

"Meet me at the docks. A Montana Freighter has the hardware."

Nicoli hung up and looked at the Crate from Osteia, and cracked it open.

"Let's see...hmm not a bad sorte, Three glocks... a .18, .21, .26, one Sig Sauer 226, one Beretta M9, Beretta 93R. That should take care of pistols, You too, relabel these to be held at the dock for a "Official Montana Pickup, and switch the approval labels, from something else, like the rice or something."


Upstairs Welter and Raul were dealing with the Dock manager, they got a nice deal for some local office space and a building further in town that could be purchased. Welter sent a text to Nicoli Notifying him that they were going to purchase some space in the city.

They took the Town Car into town to see the Hispanic district where they found a small Mokan Shop. The shop sold all the Finest Mokan Exports; Tequila, Cigarettes, and best of all, Drogas. Of course it was under the table, and in this coutry it was damn near suicidal, but all of his customers were just as poor as he was, and this neighborhood was, well...home to them all. When the small shop owner saw the two Montana Inc. Employees walk in he wasn't sure to be afraid or be grateful. After a few moments of exchanged spanish, and learning the man was born in the Sur region but fled when the Fascist took over made him a potential seller. After a few more minutes and $10,000 later the property was owned by Montana Inc.

They bought three other shops and went over to the Business district to purchase a Office building. Montana wanted to get a hold on this territory. After all there was one bad Gun deal, no "proof" or even evidence of any attempt of them to get their men back, for all Nicoli knew 'the man' declared them dead and forgot about them. So they decided to stick thier heads in the enemies back yard. Say "hello" and see what happens...