NationStates Jolt Archive

(OOC: This is going to be a slightly small scale RP, so don't be posting about entire armies and the such. You can RP the role of either a Volzgradien cop, a arms/drug smuggler, a foreign police contractor, or anything else that would fit into the storyline.)

9:45 PM, In the lower areas of the capitol city, Adrograd

The heavy Volzgradien rain stung Jozef Palcrov's eyes as he ran madly down the alleyway. Despite a bullet wound in his lower chest and the burning air, he ran on with the determination that only a arms smuggler running for his life could muster. Behind him, he could hear the heavy and rhythmic pounding of the heavy black boots that all Confederate policemen wore. Despite his legendary endurance and undying loyalty to his cause, Jozef knew he would have to stop running soon.

"Stop filth, in the name of the Confederacy!" roared a voice behind him; filled with exasperation. Jozef could not see exactly how many of the oppressive bastards were chasing him, but by the sounds of it, he estimated at least 4. Another shot rang out behind him, and he could hear the 45. caliber bullet whiz by his ear as he turned a corner. Only 1 km left to go, I have to make it, he thought to himself as he heard the confederates turn the corner. "Goddammit, stop running you junky" screamed another cop, as he swung his electric baton wildly into the air.

"*** you, you'll all rot in hell" Jozef retorted as he flashed his middle finger for a moment. Ahead of him, he could already see the mysterious black van that was his only hope for escape from the confederate pigs behind him. As Jozef and his immediate pursers neared the van, the dark doors swung open to reveal 3 heavily armed drug smugglers. Instinctively, Jozef tucked to his right, only moments before his comrades opened fire on the policemen. The two Confederate "peacekeepers" at the front fell almost immediately, blood misting the air as they toppled into crumpled heaps on the asphalt street. The remaining two immediately dove for cover and began returning fire with their own powerful pistols.

After a few agonizing moments, Jozef saw an opening as the two confederates hid to reload. He scrambled to his feet and dove into the awaiting rescue truck. He could feel the vehicle's engine roar as his 3 compatriots closed the heavy, darkened doors behind him.

12:45 PM, Police headquarters, Adrograd

"Dammit, what the hell is this!" roared Confederate Law Chief Krotski as he examined the latest news. "In 1 week I've lost 7 of my men, 3 of them in one day alone!" he screamed as he threw the paper into a toppled trash bin to his right. "I'm very sorry sir, but crime has increased exponentially in the lower areas of the city, specifically in the docks" whispered his terrified assistant, Alexei Grappov, as he took a few steps toward the door. "It's those damn arms and drug smugglers isn't it, everything has gone to hell since we've been getting reports of their activities" replied Krotski, slightly calmer. "Yes sir, I've already taken the liberty of asking nearby cities and nations to send aid to counter our little problem" said Alexei, less frightened then before. "Excellent, just as I would have done, now get back to work will you, this city won't protect itself" grumbled Krotski as his adjutant walked out the door of his office.

OOC: I'll play a Volzgradien cop if you don't mind.

It had been a normal day for Officer Paul Smith, up until he and his fellow officers got a call to intercept an arms smuggler.

The unknown man fled and Officer Smith and his comrades gave chase. Smith was running out of breath, and patience as the suspect ran down an alley. He first noticed something was wrong when a suspicious black van pulled up at the end of the alley. His dismissed it quickly, figuring it was probably Volzgradien government officials, assisting in the chase. He quickly realized it wasn't went the door opened and masked gunman shot down the fellow officers in front of him. Instinctively, Smith took cover, diving beside a nearby dumpster. He drew his service pistol and took aim, but by now, the suspects were just drawing the van door closed.

Smith took a risk, diving out from behind the dumpster and running for the street. It was in vain, because by the time he made and aimed down the street, the van was out of range. Smith got on the radio.

''This is Officer Smith, we have multiple officers down, suspects fled in a black van northbound on Brock street.''

He then turned and ran back to his fellow officers, lying in a pool of blood.

OOC: To add a little more backstory, here are some pictures of the various factions and people involved in this epic RP. Most of these are pics I've found on the internet that look cool or look like the people in the RP.

Confederate Police

http://static.howstuffworks.com/gif/swat-team-10a.jpg

http://www.prisonplanet.com/images/july2006/060706swat3.jpg

http://truthnews.us/images/swat.jpg

http://www.voanews.com/english/images/fedynsky_DEMO-Riot_Police_Standing_By_Near_Demonstration_175_eng_6may08.jpg

Arms/drug Smugglers

http://www.frontlineswar.com/?page=image&cat=soldiers&image=rs_av_crouching

http://www.frontlineswar.com/?page=image&cat=soldiers&image=rs_closecombat_crouching

http://xbox360media.ign.com/xbox360/image/article/804/804394/call-of-duty-4-modern-warfare-20070712041333868-000.jpg

ooc: Eagleian Arms and Drugs Smuggler selling in Volzgrad.

Raul was standing in the rain, trunk of his old clunker no-name car opened as a Volzgradien gangster glanced over the Eagleian weaponry in the back. He was absolutely miserable, and had considered several times already just shooting and robbing the guy so that he could get in his car and dry off. Then he heard sirens in the distance. "Shit." he muttered. He pulled out an Eagleian made 9mm silenced pistol and shot his customer in the forehead. A quick search revealed pockets full of 3000 Universal Standard Dollars.

Raul slammed the trunk closed and hopped in to the car. At first the car failed to start but then roared to life and Raul slammed on the gas. A black van roared past him as he accelerated, nearly sideswiping him. A cop car came up in his rear view. To fast, about to rear end him, damn it there was unstable explosives in the trunk, if that cop hit him everybody would be dead.

OOC: Zinairian National Police Department officers

Three Zinairian police officers stepped off the ZinAir flight into the overcast nation that was Volzgrad. The ZNPD had been chasing a gang of drug smugglers up and down the globe and it seemed that they'd finally caught up to them in this far off land.

The officers, Tim Harrelson, Jim Street and Jonathan Deacon, all sergeants, were in plain clothes and their HK 23s were well-concealed. Volzgrad's government had no idea they were there and that was the way the ZNPD preferred it.

They met up with a Zinairian expat at their hotel. With his help, the ZNPD had been able to get a ZMW Chariot Class SUV (a partially armored SUV intended for law enforcement use) and several HK UMPs into Volzgrad especially for this operation.

The policemen thanked the expat and set about settling in to their new home– a suite at a three star hotel.

OOC: Ziolision Black Ops Commando

IC:

As Xen Kaxel stepped off of the VTOL transport he thought to himself "Finally something to do." Xen was greeted by a black Hummer. Xen went straight to the door and got in. The driver said, "We're going to a hotel, 3 star, 2 suites, and some of your old "friends"."
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In the hotel...

It turns out that his "friends" were a pair of XM8 assault rifles he had used in 2 previous missions, not the 2 spies he had captured 6 years ago. "All your ammo is here, frag grenades, thermite grenades, and 1 Cx4 Storm." Government wants you to track a arms/drug dealer. Take him down, and make sure you recover our undercover agent."
"Oh so I'm the dictators personal assassin now?" "In a sense yes."
"Whatever, just hand me the keys to the Hummer and you stay in this room."

[OOC:Mind if I join in as a Volzgradien Police Officer? What does the standard Police Car look like?]

Officer Joab Paul had been driving along Brock street when he saw a Black van drive the opposite way. He then heard the report.

"This is Joab, I am in pursuit of the Black Van." He said over the Radio as he did a U-Turn and turned the Sirens on. He stepped on the Gas and sped towards the Van.

"Please get there in time," Said Joab to himself, praying for his fellow Officer's survival. He weaved in and out of traffic as he caught up with the van.

Street got up from the communications centre set up in the suite.

"Just got something on police radio. There's a black van heading north on Brock with an officer in pursuit. Let's go."

The three men grabbed their UMPs from the table and ran downstairs to their SUV. Deacon started the vehicle and it shot out of the hotel's parking lot at probably illegal speeds.

"Anyone have any idea where Brock Street is?" Asked Deacon.

Harrelson, who was sitting in the passenger seat, turned on the GPS unit installed in the dashboard, hoping it would work. The machine thought for several seconds then a map of the city showed up.

"Okay, take a right here then just keep going straight."

Deacon did so, battling traffic.

"Damn, I wish we had a siren, no way we can catch them like this."

Then, several cars ahead of them, there was a Volzgradien police car in pursuit of a large black van.

As Xen got into his Hummer he intercepted a police transmission, according to the policeman the victim was on Brock street. Xen pulled out of the parking lot and saw a black SUV speeding out of the lot. "Must be secret police or something." he thought.

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Xen had spotted the van and immediately had it tracked by GPS.
"You can run but you can't hide."

Xen pulled out of the parking lot and saw a black SUV speeding out of the lot. "Must be secret police or something." he thought.

OOC: I never said it was black. For your information, it's green with purple pinstripes and orange polka dots. :p

OOC: whoops got confused with the van a little

OOC: whoops got confused with the van a little

OOC: Seriously though, it is black.

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Street looked behind them as they continued to follow the van.

"There's a black humvee following us."

Harrelson angled the rear-view mirror so he could see.

"I wouldn't be surprised if they're after the same thing we are."

"The police are going to notice eventually when they have a dozen black SUVs trailing after them."

"Hopefully they'll be too busy with the smugglers to deal with us."

OOC: oh great my inference is right...

IC:
"Xen, it's Sergeant Rafael, he wants to speak to you."
"Fine put him on my HUD."
"Captain Xen I understand that you are pursuing a smuggler that has been on our hit list. I'm here to ask if you need any support, we have just arrived at the hotel and we have a modified Ram Hummer. We would be glad to provide assistance."
"Send the RH out of the lot, take a left, then another left, go about a mile, and block Brock street in case the smuggler isn't dead in a couple of minutes."

"Dispatch, I am currently in Pursuit of a Black Van heading North, Require back-up." Joab looked in his mirror.

"Now what the hell," He said to himself.

"Dispatch, I am being followed by a Black SUV and a Black Humvee. Cannot see a License plate from this Angle." Joab said over the Radio.

His lack of focus on the Road nearly cost him as he nearly collided with a Civilian car.

(OOC: here's a pic of a standard police car http://www.idcow.net/idcow/products/aa2110.jpg
and a SWAT truck http://www.frontlineswar.com/?page=image&cat=vehicles&image=btz110)


7:35 AM, lower areas of Adrograd

The pounding rain and nigh constant wail of police sirens put Confederate officer Jacob Paules on edge. Only a few hours ago, 3 of his fellow officers and friends were murdered in cold blood by a gang of filthy arms dealers. Now, they were out for revenge, glory, and a good drink after all this crap was taken care of. The bleak, asphalt streets and the ominous warehouses of the lower areas of Adrograd were his home and workplace so to speak. He had been on the police force for almost 5 years now, and he had already received a fair amount of decorations for his ability to find and capture drug dealers. He had already received the Badge of Confederate Service, an award that usually took 10 years to obtain.

He began to shift his weight again, trying to lessen the pain of hitting a steel wall when cornering in a patrol truck. From the dim light on the ceiling of the truck, he could see his fellow lawmen sitting and preparing their equipment next to him. Each and everyone of them wanted revenge for the murder of their comrades, and they would make sure that every bastard responsible would pay with their lives. "Sgt. Jacob Paules are you there, I repeat, are you there?" buzzed his radio as he snapped from his focus. He quickly snatched his radio from his pocket and responded, "affirmative, what's goin' on?"

"We've got foreign cops and black ops in the area, so only fire when you have a confirmation of a hostile, is that clear?" responded the voice. "Got it dispatch, we are currently on route to a factory thought to be the storage area for the guns, Sgt. Paules out."

He clicked off his radio and returned it to his pocket. Only a few minutes later, he felt the van screech to a halt. "All right boys, this is our stop, everyone suit up and get ready to kick some smuggler ass" a voice shouted gleefully on the intercom. "Pfff, new guy, always thinks everything is so easy" grumbled one of the officers to his right. "Cut him some slack Gregory, this is his first actual mission" retorted his good friend and squad mate, Joseph O'Connell.

A few moments later, the heavy black doors of the SWAT van swung open and the Confederate cops jumped into the rainy and dark street.

OOC: Can I play as a Greywatch Special Ops/Mercenary?

OOC: Sure. On the same note, you can RP as whoever you want, as long as they fit into the storyline in one way or another.

OOC: Just making sure.

IC:
Pheonix had heard about the rising levels of crime in this region and was sent to put an end to it. He figured the source might be an old friend of his. He wasn't what some would call, a 'normal' soldier, he stood out, but in the way that would make some think 'nah, can't be.' His red hair was all over the place as he never bothered to do much with it. He wore urban camo pants and a trenchcoat. Underneath the coat was some thick body armor as well as most of his weapons. A standard Dragoncry pistol with lovely explosive rounds and a two silenced standard SMGs with AP rounds, scopes included. He carried plenty of ammo in the inside pockets of his coat, not always comfortable but very efficient. He wore heat-vision goggles which, when not in use, were aorund his neck. He'd been sent in to assist the current situation but hadn't gotten much information, he walked around the streets until he saw a group of vehicles speed by. "Well that's not something you see every day." He muttered, if he had a car he mighof been able to see what was going on but since he didn't, he figured the next best thing would be to report to the police station.

OOC: I'm confused. How'd we go from a patrol car (that looks like it's from the 70's) chasing a black van to a SWAT van (that looks like an APC) at a warehouse. And assuming the "foreign cops" are the Zinairians, how'd you know they were there?

OOC: I'm confused. How'd we go from a patrol car (that looks like it's from the 70's) chasing a black van to a SWAT van (that looks like an APC) at a warehouse. And assuming the "foreign cops" are the Zinairians, how'd you know they were there?

OOC: lol I'm glad I'm not the only one who noticed there's an APC in this. I think that's just what its generally supposed to look like, I doubt the police have rocket-launchers on their vehicles. ^^

Raul swerved the car all across the road, trying very hard not to get bolwn up by his own product.

"Oye!" he screamed as he swerved. "People back in Eagleia drive better than you perstorikaz!" He swore at them in Eagleian.

The cop cars had pass. He took a grasp of the wheel and took a deep breath. Now what in the hell was all that, he wondered. He thought pensively for a moment and then slammed on the gas again and began to follow the police. His curiosity had gotten the best of him, he had to know what was going on.

OOC: Sorry for the little mix up, the APC is the heavy SWAT truck. Yes I know it has rocket launchers on it but in my nation the police is pretty much an extension of the military. The car chase and the warehouse raid are 2 different events happening at the same time and they will eventually cross. Finally, in IC my guys don't know the Zinarians are there, only that a foreign security force is in the area. Hopefully that has cleared everything up, I'm feeling rather thick headed at the moment.

Suddenly, things started to happen. One or two blocks up the road, the Zinairians heard a massive crash as the black van collided with a hummer that had been blocking the street. As the Zinairians got closer, it became evident that neither car would be going anywhere– both were totaled. Then, out of the van, burst several, heavily armed smugglers.

7:40 AM, lower areas of Adrograd

"Go, go, go" shouted Sgt. Jacob Paules as he rushed toward a large rusted steel door on the side of the warehouse. He pressed his ear to the concrete wall and heard a few muffled whispers inside. Jacob looked over to his men and said "Rivas get over here and set a charge on the door, Karuskov, take 6 men with you and find another entrance way." Karuskov saluted crisply and waved over to the six other Confederates on the other side of the road. In a few moments, they had disappeared around a corner in search of a back entrance. "This is officer Joab Paul to Sgt. Paules, I'm chasing a group of bastard arms dealers who appear to be heading in your direction, what are you orders?" a voice called on his radio. "This is Sgt. Paules, pursue suspects until they are in custody or better yet, killed, I don't want those bastards getting away do you understand?" he replied as he snatched his radio smoothly from his pocket. "Affirmative" the officer responded.

As he put his radio away, Rivas snapped the last breaching charge into place and the squad ran for cover. "Blow it" he shouted as the Confederates dove into cover. A deafening explosion rocked the street as the breaching charges detonated in a firestorm. The massive steel door was thrown inward, and he could hear the muffled cries of people inside the building. "Everyone storm the building, I want no prisoners unless I order one to be captured" roared Paules as the ran headlong into the smoke filled warehouse. Several figures were staggering around in the smoke as if they were blind, while others were lying in pools of their own blood. A few bursts of fire later and no body was staggering in the smoke anymore.

As he was reloading, Paules saw another arms smuggler appear from the smoke with his hands behind his head. "Vladimir, go secure him, we'll need at least one to question" he grumbled as he pointed toward the strangely calm arms smuggler. Paules knew something was wrong as soon as the saw the smugglers expression. "Alright, get on the gr-," Vladimir was cut short as a massive firestorm of bullets erupted from the office at the back of the warehouse. Paules saw Vladimir's body shake wildly as countless bullets found their mark.

"Get to cover!" yelled one of his fellow Confederates as the gunmen shifted focus onto the rest of the squad. Paules and two others hid behind a large crate of what appeared to be RPG-7s. "You two, give me covering fire while I try to get one of these damned RPGs out" roared Paules as he shot the lock of the container. He grabbed one of the RPGs just as his 2 comrades opened fire on the smugglers. Like a well oiled machine he attached all the components and he began to aim at the attackers. "Eat some Confederate firepower you bastards!" he growled as he pressed the trigger. The rocket shot forward like an arrow and hit the plywood wall of the office. The rocket send slivers of wood flying in all directions and he could see the 5 gunmen get shred to pieces as they tried to run.

"Nice we got em', wait, what the hell is that noise?" questioned the rookie as he looked in the direction of the sound. "Oh shit everyone get down!" yelled another as they all hit the ground to find cover. Moments later, a massive black van alongside a hummer smashed through the wall as if it was paper. "This just gets worse and worse doesn't it" mumbled Paules, half to himself, as he saw dazed arms smugglers get out of the van. Behind it, he could hear police sirens.

OOC: Yes this is the same black van that was involved in the chase.

OOC: Is it okay if I play as a small group of my nations mercenary army? Not the whole thing, just a squad or two. Sent to help your nation (Not the smugglers)

OOC: Yes you may.

Street's jaw dropped.

"Did you see that? The van just pushed the hummer through a warehouse wall!"

Harrelson surveyed the situation, taking in the SWAT vehicle parked at the side of the warehouse.

"Pull around the side there, we're heading in."

Deacon parked the SUV near the SWAT van and they all unloaded. Gunshots rang out inside the warehouse.

Street opened the trunk and handed an UMP, a helmet and a flak jacket with "NATIONAL POLICE" stenciled across the back to each officer. They put on their equipment and moved the the side entrance.

"Keep low and make sure you don't shoot at the cops." Harrelson said.

Then, slowly, the Zinairians moved into the smoke-filled warehouse.

OOC: Many thanks.

Marcus sat in the car, driving down the alleys with his squad. He quickly opened the Labtop to recieve orders from his supioriors. "Recently there's been an incredible increase in crime and drug smuggling in Volzgrad." Their CO said in a monotone voice. "Your job is to hunt them down in anyway possible." Marcus sat up and saluted him over the camara. "Yes sir, we will do our best." He closed the labtop and frowned.

"Hey, Simon, go towards that van, it looks like there's an incident." Simon quickly hit the brakes. "Holy shit! There's a gunfight already!" Marcus smiled as he filed out with the other two. "Pity that we weren't invited. I guess we'll have to arrive unannounced." They quickly went into the half-destroyed building and opened fire upon anyone not wearing a Volzgrad police uniform...

Only seconds after entering the building, Deacon felt like he had been punched in the chest. He looked down and noticed that there was a bullet imbedded in his flak jacket. He peered through the dust and smoke and saw several figures firing at the other side of the warehouse.

"Tim!

Harrelson, crouched, came over to him.

"What is it?"

Deacon pointed across the room, "Those motherfuckers shot me! Permission to return fire?"

Harrelson followed Deacon's finger.

"They don't look like confederate cops."

Another bullet whizzed by their heads. Harrelson nodded grimly.

"Permission granted!"

Harrelson and Deacon opened fire in tandem.

OOC: They're firing at CM guys, not smugglers.

"We've got Zinairians! Cease fire!" Marcus yelled. Simon slammed up aganst a wall and leaned over "Sir, we might lose the smugglers!" Marcus shook his head. "The reward isn't as important as our relations with Zinaire. We CAN'T risk an incident-SHIT!" Marcus quickly slumped to ground after being hit with a shot from the Zinairians. He quickly tied a white flag out of a few bandages, and tied it to his gun in a desperate attempt to get the message through to the Zinairians...

OOC: How does he know they're Zinairian?

OOC: How does he know they're Zinairian?

Street's jaw dropped.

"Did you see that? The van just pushed the hummer through a warehouse wall!"

Harrelson surveyed the situation, taking in the SWAT vehicle parked at the side of the warehouse.

"Pull around the side there, we're heading in."

Deacon parked the SUV near the SWAT van and they all unloaded. Gunshots rang out inside the warehouse.

Street opened the trunk and handed an UMP, a helmet and a flak jacket with "NATIONAL POLICE" stenciled across the back to each officer. They put on their equipment and moved the the side entrance.

"Keep low and make sure you don't shoot at the cops." Harrelson said.

Then, slowly, the Zinairians moved into the smoke-filled warehouse.
OOC: I assumed you meant Zinarian national police.

OOC: I assumed you meant Zinarian national police.

I did. But the jacket doesn't say they're Zinairian. Also, that's on the back of the flak jacket and they're on opposite sides of a smoky, dusty room. Even if they could read it though, it just says "NATIONAL POLICE."

Bullets zinged the side of Raul's clunker car. One pierced the radiator and sent the temperature out of control. Raul spun out wildly and nearly hit the building. He dropped out of the car and dropped on to the ground, holding his CZ-35* close to his chest and hoping that he would not get shot. He wanted a target to shoot or at least a side to take, but he had none, he had no escape, he had very little chance of getting out of there alive. He wanted to hit himself in the head for being so stupid to be here, he crouched behind a wall and hoped his best to wait this out.

*CZ-35 compares to the BR-55 in Halo, but it is made very cheaply. It also only has full auto and single shot modes.

EDIT: changed name so as not to get it confused with LZ meaning Landing Zone in the future.

I did. But the jacket doesn't say they're Zinairian. Also, that's on the back of the flak jacket and they're on opposite sides of a smoky, dusty room. Even if they could read it though, it just says "NATIONAL POLICE."
OOC: *Smacks self*

"Shit! We've got more! Alex, get the grenade launcher ready!" Marcus shouted under the sound of bullets flying past them. Alexander quickly started fumbling with his GUR-V4, and shoved a grenade into the launcher attachment. "Cover me!" He shouted, and the rest of the squad fired in the general direction of the Zinarians. Alex quickly aimed at them, and pulled the launcher trigger...

8:00 AM, somewhere in a ruined factory in Adrograd

Sgt. Paules ducked back down behind the crates as another volley of bullets whizzed past his head. Beside him, two other Confederate SWAT lay huddled and began to blind fire. "Sir, what are your orders" shouted one of them, whom he later identified as Pvt. Leroy Jackson. "Keep shooting until I say to stop, it looks like on of Rivas's boys already got one so focus on the other two" shouted Paules as he unloaded another clip into the smashed concrete block that the arms smugglers were using for cover.

As he began to reload, Paules's radio crackled to life. "Sir, this is Rivas, I don't know who they are but it looks like we got somebody helping us back here" shouted the nervous voice of one of his squad mates. "Whoever they are, tell them to not shoot at us or those other cops near the smashed wall" he replied as he spotted a pair of National Police.

Pheonix hadn't followed the cars that had pasted him earlier because he didn't have a vehicle of his own. Instead he went to the nearest police station to report in. He waited at the front desk to ask to see the police chief.

Street heard a rocket being fired and looked around, for it's source. Then he saw it, heading towards his fellow officers.

"Tim, John! Get down!! Grenade incoming!!"

It took several moments for Street's words to sink in, but when they did, Harrelson pulled Deacon to the ground. Mere moments later, the grenade detonated against the wall several feet behind them.

"Shit, that was close."

Street came over, eared peeled for more grenades.

"I'm not sure those are smugglers. I think they may be more police. We have to let them know we're on their side."

Raul winced as more rounds hit the cover he was hiding behind. He breathed and panted as every shot got closer and chipped away at his cover. He became frustrated and tiered of this terror that was near him. He was closer to the smugglers than the cops, but he still did not know who was who. He just started shooting. He aimed at two smugglers and close proximity and let loose an spree of full-auto fire upon them.

Street heard a rocket being fired and looked around, for it's source. Then he saw it, heading towards his fellow officers.

"Tim, John! Get down!! Rocket incoming!!"

It took several moments for Street's words to sink in, but when they did, Harrelson pulled Deacon to the ground. Mere moments later, the rocket detonated against the wall several feet behind them.

"Shit, that was close."

Street came over, eared peeled for more rockets.

"I'm not sure those are smugglers. I think they may be more police. We have to let them know we're on their side."
OOC: It was a grenade.

OOC: It was a grenade.

OOC: What? Hmm? Did I make a mistake? Nope, no siree. *walks always whistling*

Pheonix saw a lot of personel running out the doors. He caught a few words from their radios about a shootout at a warehouse. Sounds like a lovely time. If only I wasn't so lazy and bothered to walk. He chuckled to himdelf as he continues to wait at the desk. The officer behind it busy on the phone. "Yo, can I get some info here? I'm Greywatch CoD. If ya got a problem I can help."

The Confederate cop at the desk looked at the Greywatch cop with a mix of suspicion and nervousness. Finally, he responded "We've got a large shootout goin' on down in the docks inside a warehouse, if you need a ride then just hop aboard one of the cruisers leaving now."

"Sweet, thanks buddy!" Pheonix said as he ran out the door, he jumped into one of the cruisers he saw, making sure he grabbed a free seat. "Pheonix of the Greywatch CoD, I'm here to tag along and kick some criminal ass. Sir." He closed the door and buckled in, keeping his guns ready for the situation ahead.

Raul knew he was in the wrong place at the wrong time. He was almost already out of ammo and he had only been firing for a few minutes and he did not think that he had actually hit anyone yet. He suddenly realized the reality that he could very easily die if he stayed here. He fired one more burst to supress his adversaries for a moment then crouched down and grabbed a smoke grenade. He pulled the pin and tossed it. He made a break for his car as green smoke began to fill the room.

He fired off another burst into the now smoky room and ran to his useless car. He opened the trunk, grabbed some more CZ-35 ammo and set a bomb timer to blow in 10.00 minutes. He ran frantically away after this, with the aim of getting to the docks.

8:05 AM, Adrograd

Sgt. Paules grunted as another low caliber submachine gun round hit the front of his combat vest. The battle had been raging for about 10 minutes now, and already only 1 arms smuggler remained in the building. He couldn't be sure what he saw, but he thought that he had glimpsed another armed man fleeing the scene after doing something in the trunk of his car. Paules aimed through his ACOG scope and fired another well aimed burst toward his foe. The bullets hit the arms smuggler square in the face and Paules couldn't help but grin after seeing the bastard's head explode.

After reloading his AK-113, Paules grabbed his radio to inform the rest of his men. "Rivas, Kasvin, get back here, all smugglers have been neutralized, and be sure to tell our 'friends' to stop shooting" he said, calmly for once. The two men called in their affirmatives and Paules walked toward the Confederates that were near him. "Alexei, you and me are going to check out what that guy was doing in his trunk, everyone else get back to the APC" he shouted commandingly at his squad.

OOC: quick clarification:

8.02, Raul left
8.03, timer set
8.05, last smuggler killed
so roughly:
8.07, 2 ppl arrive to check out trunk
so
~6.00 minutes left on timer

As the last smuggler fell and the dust and smoke began to settle, the Zinairians crouched behind several crates in order to avoid detection by the confederate police. Once they left, the ZNPD officers would check the dead bodies to see if their target had been eliminated. If he had, they could return home.

OOC:Since I'm rather brain dead at the moment, we'll have a majority vote over what happens to the bomb and the cops sent to investigate it.

OOC:Since I'm rather brain dead at the moment, we'll have a majority vote over what happens to the bomb and the cops sent to investigate it.

OOC: I say they get to it, but have enough time to get away but not to disarm it and it goes boom, but doesn't really hurt too many ppl.

OOC:Since I'm rather brain dead at the moment, we'll have a majority vote over what happens to the bomb and the cops sent to investigate it.

OOC: Well, how big is the bomb? What would it destroy/kill besides the car and those two officers?

OOC: Well, how big is the bomb? What would it destroy/kill besides the car and those two officers?

OOC: well, most car bombs are roughly big enough to blow up a mosque, and this one is not intended for that purpose so wouldn't be quite that big b/c it wouldn't be quite so loaded with explosives, so i would say that this one will be big enough to blow up 5 semitrucks placed side by side (as a very rough guestimate).

OOC: well, most car bombs are roughly big enough to blow up a mosque, and this one is not intended for that purpose so wouldn't be quite that big b/c it wouldn't be quite so loaded with explosives, so i would say that this one will be big enough to blow up 5 semitrucks placed side by side (as a very rough guestimate).

OOC: So anyone standing nearby and probably the closest wall of warehouse and anyone right up against that? Where was the car parked exactly?

ooc: Imagine this is the factory/warehouse
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a little hard I know but work with me, the part at the bottom is the front.

the car would be here:
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the car is about 4 meters away from the side of the building and more towards the back corner.

OOC: I'll estimate that the bomb is around as strong as your average IED in Iraq.

Confederate police officers Jacob Paules and Alexei Fastin approached the closed trunk of a suspicious car. "Cover me Alexei, it might be a trap" whispered Paules as he put his hand on the edge of the lid. With a single stroke the trunk swung open to reveal a fairly large bomb nestled inside. "Shit! It's way to late to call bomb disposal, we have to evacuate the area now!" roared Paules as he ran in full sprint toward the waiting APC. Only moments later the bomb detonated with a bone shattering explosion.

Paules was now on the hard asphalt ground, his left leg a bloody mess. As he looked over his shoulder, he saw the limp body of Alexei in a pool of blood, "God damn smugglers, I'll kill you all" he mumbled as he was carried off the premises in a strecher.

OOC: Now the police will beginning investigating where the arms came from. One of you guys may volunteer as the supplier nation.

OOC: some of them could have come from Eagleia, the CZ-35 is like the AK-47, mass produced, loosely controlled, cheap, reliable, and easy to get, not to mention that Raul was selling Eagleian arms when this all started.

OOC: I'm going to bed soon so I'll continue the official story of the RP tomorrow. Thanks for participating and have a good night ;).

The Zinairians heard a massive boom outside the warehouse.

"What was that?!"

"Sounded like a bomb. Wouldn't surprise me if those bastards had set one up."

"I hope it didn't damage the Chariot."

Harrelson and Deacon stared at Street.

"What? We need it to get out of here?"

Harrelson listened for noise outside.

"I think they're all gone, let's check the bodies."

The three officers examined the dead smugglers, unfortunately, many of them were unrecognizable.

"There's no way of knowing. I guess we'll be here until the police figure it out who they were."

Raul ducked down an alley way as he heard the crack of the bomb explosion in the distance. He panted heavily from his sprint away. He held his finger on the trigger of his CZ-35.

"Damn, this shit is too crazy. I need to get out of this business. Right now, I just need to get out of this country!" he whispered to himself.

OOC: awww crap i missed the action

IC:

Xen watched as the building exploded taking the RH with it.

"Who the hell did that!?"
"Base to Xen, It's Rafael, we got a new job for you, another smuggler, an Eagleian arms smuggler is in this city, neutralize him, we'll be sending your partner, Zeta, he's gonna be carrying a Barret and a M32-MGL, your mission is to take the smuggler out as quietly as possible."
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Xen scoped out the remains of the building with Zeta...

"Hey Xen I found a black SUV, should I take out the engine?"
"Nah give me the grenade launcher I'll handle this, I don't want any secret police on to us."

A 40mm grenade flew straight at the SUV and it exploded into fragments of shrapnel.

OOC: I KNEW I should have had them drive back to the hotel but noooooo I was too lazy.

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Just as the Zinairians were leaving the warehouse, there was another explosion.

"Ah, shit. THAT was the Chariot."

Harrelson motioned for him to be quiet.

"Whoever did that is probably still there, stay low, move in."

The Zinairians burst out the the warehouse, UMPs aimed towards the wreck of the SUV.

"DROP YOUR WEAPONS AND GET ON THE GROUND!"

"Awww crap they spotted us, we gotta make a run for it. Head towards that building and maybe we can snipe them."

Bullets skimmed the ground around them...

"Ahhhh! **** I'm hit!"

Zeta collapsed in the doorway to the building.
Xen raised his XM8s but the 3 gunmen had taken up position in areas where Xen couldn't see them.

"Xen to Base, we need a med-evac, Zeta's been hit."
"Damnit, Xen take my Barett,leave me here I'll be fine." Zeta said while pulling out 2 desert eagles.
"**** I'll be back as soon as I deal with those bastards."

Zeta crawled under a stairwell in preparation for an attack...

The police car pulled up to the warehouse as the fires from the explosion raged. Pheonix jumped out of the car without a second thought and pulled out his Dragoncry pistol. "Shit... did I miss the show already?" He said watching the blaze, a slight grin on his face.

The Zinairians crouched behind the armored wreck of their car.

"I think we got one."

"Yeah, that's him in the doorway there."

"Did you see where the other one went?"

"No idea, he may be heading to the roof for a better shot."

Just then, several Confederate police cars pulled up outside the factory and a strange man in a uniform other than that of a Confederate got out.

"Shit, who's that?"

As Xen ran up the stairs he paused when he thought he saw something out of the corner of his eye. He paused and backed up.

"Awww hell no! More police to deal with."

Xen searched the apartment to his left. He set up a sniping position near the window...

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Meanwhile....

Zeta was still under the stairwell, but his wound was healing slightly because he had gotten an experimental implant that healed injuries slowly but it numbed the wound in his left arm so much that he couldn't properly aim.

Just then a couple of Confederate police cars appeared.

"Awww where the hell is Xen when you need him!?"
"**** 2 goddamn pistols against a whole squad of police and 3 gunmen!?"
"Eat metal bastards!!" Zeta screamed as he fired a whole cartridge at a policeman.

Zeta was still under the stairwell, but his wound was healing slightly because he had gotten an experimental implant that healed injuries slowly but it numbed the wound in his left arm so much that he couldn't properly aim.

OOC: Experimental implant? Are you sure that's MT?

8:15 AM, lower areas of Adrograd

"Shit! Get down" shouted Confederate officer Alexei Rubrikov. As if out of nowhere, a gunmen opened fire with a pair of pistols at his men. Vladimir Rahbenhov, the officer nearest to the gunmen, was hit in the leg as he attempted to get behind his police cruiser. Vladimir, as determined as ever, turned to face his opponent and opened fire. It was in that window of opportunity that Alexei jumped from cover and raced to get Vladimir to his cruiser.

8:16 AM, Police Headquarters

"So, your telling me that this thing is international?" questioned Captain Joseph Parkovic of the Confederate Army as he stared at the police detective. "Yes sir, from what we know, several of the gunmen were using foreign made weapons" responded the police detective as he handed the pictures to Parkovic. "they are arms dealers aren't they, so isn't it natural that they would sell foreign weapons?" asked Parkovic as he examined the photos handed to him. "Yes sir, but these weapons were Eagleian, not the kind of stuff that arms dealers here would be selling" replied the detective, beaming as he showed the evidence.

"Well we can't invade them, so how do we stop these dealers?" asked Parkovic, frustrated at the amount of questions he was asking. "Well, we can ask them to help us, or we can deploy the navy and air force to stop them en route," replied the detective.

OOC: Yes this means that the second stage of the RP will be on a arms dealer held tanker ship; full of weapons.

"Jeez!" Pheonix mumbled as he dived behind the nearest car, making sure to not expose any part of his body. "This is something serious... If I'd known it'd get this bad I'd at least of brought some more ammo..." He heard gunfire coming from what sounded like all direction and chose not to move. His Dragoncry could easily put a large hole through any person, but if he didn't have a target that didn't help. He thought to himself for a moment, I hate wasting ammo but maybe... He took out one of his banishers, the silencer wasn't attached, and blindfired a few shots over the police car before bolting for the flaming wreckage to use it as cover, pistol and SMG tightly in hand.

He took out one of his banishers, the silencer wasn't attached, and blindfired a few shots over the police car before bolting for the flaming wreckage to use it as cover, pistol and SMG tightly in hand.

OOC: Which flaming wreckage? The warehouse of the Zinairian SUV?

Ooc: The SUV

OOC: Experimental as in inject antibiotics and anesthetic into the blood.

IC:

A hole tore in the stairs above him as a few rounds from what looked like a SMG flew through the door.

"My god! Mother****ers."

Zeta emptied a few more cartridges at some police cars...

OOC: Neither of those things can do anything about a bullet wound. Sure anesthetics can make it hurt less, but that doesn't make it go away. And antibiotics? Hell of a lot of good those are going to do you against a chunk of lead in your leg.

As the Zinairians crouched behind the wreck of their Chariot, another mysterious operative chose it as an ideal piece of shelter. As Phoenix approached the back of the SUV, where the National Policemen hid, Street and Deacon jumped him, dragging him to the ground. Harrelson pulled out his HK 23 and held it to the foreign agents head.

"Who exactly are you? Don't tell me you're here to blow up our car and shoot at us too."

OOC: Ok then. I guess you can ignore my implant...

IC:

"Zeta....Zeta!...."
"Yeah Xen, I'm not deaf you don't have to yell into the mic."
"Ok good your alive. I need you to laser sight a target, any car or person will do."
"Yeah yeah and your supposed to be a B-class sniper."
"Damnit, just put a laser sight onto something."

Zeta pointed a laser target designator at a police car...
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Xen pointed his M32 at the target...
"Your gonna pay for messing with us."
He pulled the trigger and a 40mm Thermite grenade hit the windshield and exploded.
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"Oh! Goddamit, you coulda told me you were gonna launch a grenade at it!"
"Ah stop whining you arse."

Pheonix wrestled free and stood up, brushing the dust off his coat before crouching down again. "If I was here to blow shit up, I wouldn't of appeared in one of the local police cars now would I?" He said with a slight grin, "Plus, I don't carry explosives, I'm an agent not a demolitionist..." Pheonix made sure he was under sufficient cover as a police car exploded. "Fuckin' eh... what the hell are we up against?" After a moment Pheonix remembered his weapons and picked them up without exposing himself.

"Dammit! We need backup now!" yelled Officer Alexei Rubrikov as he pulled out his damaged radio. "Affirmative, 3 cruisers are on their way" said dispatch over the heavily damaged radio. Alexei faced his attackers and fired 5 rounds into the stairwell that one of them was using as cover. He had managed to rescue Vladimir, but a large piece of the police cruiser they were near was lodged in his lower abdomen.

Only moments ago, a second unseen attacker fired a grenade launcher. One of his good friends, Joseph Halberski, was killed in a massive cloud of shrapnel from the detonating cruiser. Just as he was beginning to reload, he heard the far off noise of approaching police sirens. "Thank God, this'll soon be over" he said to himself.

Harrelson nodded and holstered his pistol.

"I guess we're in this together then." He turned to Street. "See if you can get the trunk open, we had to sniper rifles in there."

With some effort, he got the damaged car's trunk to open. He looked around for a second and pulled out a HK PSG-1 sniper rifle.

"The other two were damaged in the explosion."

Harrelson placed the barrel just about the wreck and fired a shot into the stairwell then ducked back quickly.

"I feel like we're playing wack-a-mole and I'm the mole. It's only so long before the one on the roof shoots me the minute I pop up."

Nevertheless, he fired another shot into the stairwell.

Pheonix holstered his own pistol, it would be useless at long range, even with the explosive rounds. He instead began adjusting the scope on his SMG, he checked his ammo, he had plenty of shots left on his current clip. He pointed the weapon at the stairs from around the car a fired before ducking down again. "This isn't the best situation. If we have to deal with a frickin' sniper how the hell are we suppose to get at his partner? And where the hell did they get a grenade launcher?" Pheonix began to move to the other side of the vehicle, if either one of those men got a bead on anyone behind the vehicle, they were all pretty much screwed.

Marcus slowly crawled out of the wreckage, and looked at the mess before him. Pieces of debris everywhere, body parts strewn around like confetti. He started to cry. "Why... Why couldn't I have been with them?!" He sat there for a minute, and let himself go. Getting back up grimly, with his anger slowly growing inside him, he picked up his GUR-V4. These who had done this would pay...

He slowly walked up to the Volzgradian police officers with a strange look in his eye. "Need help taking these bastards out?"...

OOC: They were near a weak support when the bomb blew, and that part of the ceiling came down on them. If that's okay with you guys.

"Cover me." Said Harrelson as he darted forward to the cover of a Confederate police car.

He conversed with one of the officers crouched behind it. The Confederate slunk around the back of the car and popped the trunk, producing a gas gun several seconds later. He handed it to Harrelson who fired a shot over the police car and into the stairway where Xen hid. There was a hiss as thick tendrils of tear gas began to emerge from the stairwell. Harrelson thanked the officer and returned to his men and Phoenix.

"Those paranoid bastards are ready for anything. Now, everyone be prepared to nail him if he doesn't surrender when he comes out."

OOC: Zeta is in the stairwell not Xen FYI

IC:

Zeta crawled out of the stairwell and said, "I give up, but I'm taking you all with me ****ers!"

Zeta pulled the pins on all the grenades he had strapped on...
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Meanwhile...

"Oh shit what is Zeta doing!?"
"Xen to Base, Zeta's doing a suicide! I need an evac now! I can't get out of this.

OOC: Whoops, that makes sense.

"I don't think that counts as surrendering."

Harrelson fired several rounds at the agent turned suicide bomber and ran for it. Street and Deacon followed him around the corner of the warehouse.

"We should be safe here, unless those are atomic bombs that just look like grenades."

3 shots hit Zeta in the stomach and he doubled over.

"At least Xen's gonna get out."

And the grenades exploded...

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"Oh shit!! Now they're gonna ****in get it!"

"Base, Zeta's dead, send me some more weapons damnit! I'm going after the smuggler."

And with that Xen climbed down the fire escape on the other side of the building, away from the shreds of his partner.
Xen made his way back to his Hummer which was miraculously untouched.
He opened up the trunk and looked at the weapons.
Xen decided to get a Steyr Aug A3 (http://www.army-technology.com/contractor_images/mannlicher/STEYR-AUG-A3.jpg), a BSW-72 (http://g-ec2.images-amazon.com/images/G/01/g-images.amazon.com/images/G/videogames/detail-page/Weapon_Rifle_main.jpg),and 2 Px4 Storms (http://ghostrecon.us.ubi.com/graw2/_img/content/weapon_px4_sd.gif).

Xen got into the Hummer and drove off in pursuit of the smuggler who was on his GPS.

"Shit is everyone all right?" asked recently arrived Officer Parakovski. "I think so, but you should probably check on Vladimir" responded one of the officers as he limped away from the wreckage. Following his comrades advice, he went to the police cruiser were Vladimir was resting. As he looked inside, Parakovski's face turned grim. Inside was Vladimir, dead, with an almost serene smile upon his bloodied face. "Shit, he's dead" whispered an officer behind him. As he began to walk away, Parakovski grabbed his radio, "This is Pvt. Parakovski, all arms smugglers are KIA, three officers down."

5:00 PM, VCIS (Volzgradien Confederate Intelligence Service)
Headquarters

"Damn, this is bigger then I thought" mumbled Head Commissioner Sacha Kaminkov nervously. "So it seems sir, we've got intel that they're going to be bringing in a hijacked tanker full of weapons, nuclear ones" responded VCIS Commander Renkinski. Just as Renkinski finished speaking an aid rushed through the door, clearly fatigued. "Sir, a commissar from the Confederate Patriotic Army is here" he gasped as he tried to regain his breath. "What exactly do these glorified militia want to do with us?" asked Kaminkov as he rose from his desk. "He didn't get into specifics, he just said that this is matter of international security" replied the aide as he saluted the Commissioner.

Kaminkov could already hear the Commissar's heavy black boots thumping down the hallway. A few moments later, and the easily recognizable red and black hat of the Commissariat appeared on the edge of the door. "Greetings comrades, my name is Lieutenant Commissar Alexei Frankov" greeted the greatcoated figure. Despite his young figure, the Commissar looked intimidating. His black and red banded officer style hat sat perched perfectly on his head, while his heavy, black greatcoat gleamed with rain drops. His cuffs and collar were all in traditional crimson, while his Markarov P-72 (Volzgradien variant) pistol was in a heavily decorated gold and black holster. "Yes Commissar what exactly are you here for?" asked Kaminkov intently.

"Yes militiaman, what exactly are you doing here?" groaned Renkinski stupidly. The Commissar's face turned sour upon hearing this. "Yes, of course you pitiful bastard, I should tell you why I'm here" replied the Commissar angrily. "I'm here because if those nukes reach our country, we'll have a catastrophe on our hands" Frankov replied plainly. "Of course, so are you going to lead the attack?" asked Renkinski anxiously. "Yes, I've already picked the men I'm taking with me to raid the tanker, we are leaving in 3 hours" Frankov replied as he left the office.

The Zinairians had asked around quite a bit and partially because Street's gun slipped out of his jacket once (he swore it was an accident) they had ended up at the VCIS (OOC: or police headquarters, whichever is better), waiting for a meeting with anyone who would talk to some foreign operatives who had been there for the warehouse raid and wanted to know exactly who had died there.

Pheonix had begun backing up when he heard the man scream, had been trying to find cover when he heard the shots, and was thrown to the ground by the blast. Luckily, he wasn't hit, much, but had hit the ground hard. There was a cut on his forehead and the world was blurry for a few moments. "Dammit..." he mummbled as he tried to stand up, "Dammit, what the hell?" He looked around, the situation was not looking good, Gotta contact the CoD, he thought. He knew at this point that he was going to need backup.

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OOC: *points to post that requires your input* (above Greywatch's)

"Wait, who are they again?" asked Sgt. Alssin as he looked at the Zinairian operatives in front of him. "They're Zinairian operatives sir, they were at the warehouse fire fight" responded the officer next to him. Upon learning this, the Sergeant advanced toward the Zinairians. "I know why your here, you want to know what to do next, the VPA is launching an assault on an arms dealer tanker, you can help if you want but you'll have to be stealthy" said Alssin as he faced what appeared to be their commander.

Harrelson nodded.

"I can call the Military Authority right now. We can have corvettes, special operations crafts, air support, whatever you want. What should I tell them?"

"Base, It's Xen it turns out the Eagleian isn't that important, a whole tanker full of nukes is heading for this country. Permission to intercept shipment?"

"Granted, you are to eliminate the captain and destroy the ship with C4."

"Base, It's Xen it turns out the Eagleian isn't that important, a whole tanker full of nukes is heading for this country. Permission to intercept shipment?"

"Granted, you are to eliminate the captain and destroy the ship with C4."

OOC: How does he know about the ship?

OOC: Oh god... C4 + nukes = bad one way or another.

IC:
Pheonix looked around at the chaos, he pulled out a radio from his coat. "Base this is Pheonix, requesting support. I repeat I am request ing support. One of my enemies detonated himself, this is not good. The situation is not looking good." A voice came back over the radio shortly afterwards, "Support is on its way. We're contacting the police and getting co-ords, expect a companion drop shortly."
"Understood. Pheonix out."

9:00 PM, somewhere in of the Volzgradien coast

"Secure the nuke you idiots! I don't want this thing blowing up in the middle of the ocean" roared arms smuggler Viktor Plaskin. Several of his men were struggling to restrain the container that held the delicate nuclear warhead. After several more minutes of shoving and cursing, they managed to get the nuke back into a safe spot on the ship. One of the men, Sergei Slushkov, grabbed for his radio as he clambered up the stairs, "Viktor, we've secured the nuke." Upon hearing this, Viktor and the rest of his men gave a deep sigh of relief.

Despite the heavy rain and booming thunder, sentry Kakovos couldn't help but hear a barely audible noise over the wind. At first he thought it was simply the wind, but the sound seemed to grow louder until it was finally a deafening roar. Frantically, he looked up into the sky, desperate to find what was coming. What he saw made his eyes bulge.

9:15 PM, somwhere of the Volzgradien coast

Like a sharp eyed hawk, sniper Alexei Grondolkin aimed through his scope. As he scanned the deck of the ship, he spotted a sentry looking straight at their SH-95 Red Eagle transport helicopter. Immediately, he put his scope right between the sentry's eyes. A whisp of air escaped the barrel as he pulled the trigger. Alexei couldn't help but grin when he saw the sentry's head jerk back in a cloud of blood. "Good shot Alexei, we're right about to land so get ready to give us more sniper cover from the chopper" said the Commissar as he looked at the tanker. "Alright, get ready 'cus we're goin' in" shouted the pilot over the intercomm as they lowered the ropes.

It only took about twenty minutes before Pheonix's support was on its way. A special Angel carrier aircraft was flying toward the city. On it was Rose, a young lady who was soon to be Pheonix's partner in what was appearnig to be a very dangerous mission. The pilot ahead spoke to Rose as she sat just behind the cabin, "Ma'am, according to the police station Pheonix and a few others are down by the docks. We're about an hour or so out. Your parachute is underneath your seat." Rose was drinking a cup of tea with her eyes close, she wasn't the least bit concerned, "Very well."

Once they had gotten the call from the ZNPD officers, the Zinairian Navy sprung into action. One Knighthawk full of troops took off from the ZSV Saber, heading towards the smuggler's ship.

OOC: Just a note, but the tanker raid will be very similar to the tanker mission in Call of Duty 4 (Crew Expendable is the name I believe).

OOC: Just a note, but the tanker raid will be very similar to the tanker mission in Call of Duty 4 (Crew Expendable is the name I believe).

OOC: Never played it.

9:15, Volzgradien High Command Bunker, Korvograd

"Shit, this will all go very wrong if that team of yours doesn't deal with the tanker" groaned General Sacha Genkov as he stared at the Airborne Commander."Don't worry Sacha, that team is the best we got, I assure you that they'll succeed" replied Vladimir Rubrikov. "I don't doubt you, but we have both the Victory Day parade and a new president coming into office today, we can't allow that nuke to reach our shores" responded Genkov as the other Generals conversed. "I agree with Genkov, that tanker must be eliminated at all costs" shouted Navy High Admiral Joseph Alexos.

"Like I was saying, this is the worst time for a terrorist attack. the Volzgradien Patriotic Army is now the Volzgradien National Gvardia, our flag has changed, and we are now an "Imperial Federation" instead of a Confederacy. Hell we're not even part of the Soviet Confederation any more!" shouted Genkov over the commotion. "You forgot to mention that the Commissariat is now the Volzgradien Military Intelligence Unit" joked Adam Solikov, Head Commissar of the newly formed VMIU. "Have faith, I sent in my best men. That tanker will be under water within 3 hours, I guarantee it" said Rubrikov after a long silence.

After a few more minutes of shouting and planning, the generals dismissed and returned to their regiments in all parts of Volzgrad. Now they could only wait and see if the troops on the tanker would succeed.

OOC to Zinaire: If you want to see what I'm talking about then search "Crew Expendable" on Youtube. You should find a video of the level.

OOC to Zinaire: If you want to see what I'm talking about then search "Crew Expendable" on Youtube. You should find a video of the level.

OOC: That was pretty cool. Is the ending going to be the same? And do we have to talk like that?

OOC: I'm currently thinking of an ending for "our" tanker mission. And no we don't have to talk like that or in British accents :p.

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OOC: Hmmm... Would there be any need for a foreign "investor" willing to purchase "surplus material" without "troubling the bank people with paper work"? :D

OOC: But I like the Brit accents... I'm just gonna skip the discription of the skydive and all the other stuff if y'all don't mind.

IC:
As everyone stood, aparently not doing much, a young woman walked over to Pheonix, no one had seen her come, she was stealthy, even in daylight. "Pheonix... You asked for support?" She said, he turned to her in supprise, "Wow, that was fast..." He looked her up and down, she was wearing black clothing and had a pair of goggles covering her eyes. She was armed with a few grenades, an assault rifle, two combat knoves and a silenced pistol. And that was just the stuff on her body, In her backpask was plenty of ammo and some other nifty gadgets that she figure would come in handy (cause of course everyone knows, things like lighters, ciggarettes, flashlights, etc is quite the necessary equiptment). "Aww, I missed you Pheonix. We never get to see each other much," SHe said while pushing her black hair out of her face. "Can I assume you're still thin for a reason?" Pheonix said with a grin. "I'm lithe, and yes I like begin able to fit in small spaces... got a problem with that?" She replied aggressively. "No. No problem, I never have problems with people who could kill me with an open palm and nothing more. Call it a habit." He said to her innocently. She nodded at him and smiled before looking around. "So, can I assume these are our comrades?"

OOC: bump or death

OOC: Whoops I was sick when I posted my last reply, and I still am...