Orbath
16-05-2008, 07:27
OOC: I'd like to try my hands at a different type of ambush this time. Rather than an ambush against a convoy, I'd like to try defending against a kidnapping attempt on a foriegn representative. If your interested, basically my foriegn representative will have landed in your nation and be traveling to your capital to meet with a representative from your nation when the motorcade is ambushed.
It was a bright and very sunny day, something Donald Richardson hadn't seen in quite some time. He had been, to his displeasure, sent to several nations, rainy nations, to discuss business deals with foriegn corporations. He didn't mind the job, it was the places that he was sent that bothered him. That was one reason why he now sat in a newly built 2009 SA Backlash (http://serendipitously.files.wordpress.com/2007/04/rolls_royce_phantom_armoured_1.jpg), a car that hadn't even been released to the public yet. Luckily, not only was he a big car buff, he had ties with Mr. Saudar himself, landing him a deal in which he could purchase the car, at half price, before anyone else in the world.
He certainly liked the car, he had driven it himself many times but now he sat, in the backseat beside his personal assistant, Miranda, typing away on his laptop, trying desperately to finish a report on several of the corporations he had visited. He was beginning to feel a headache coming on and he simply couldn't finish. Closing the lap top and placing it in the bag, he let out a sigh of relief.
''Finally finish?'' Miranda asked in her cool and cocky tone. The way she acted and dressed would make one wonder why she wasn't a corporate big wig, high in an office tower somewhere.
''I can't focus, I need a break,'' Donald replied, turning and looking out the window.
He could see a beautiful countryside, full of rolling hills and cow pastures. The sun sparkled off of the pristine nearly perfect grass. The road itself curved around the hills, the car perfectly hugging every corner. He turned and looked behind him, and could see one of his protection vehicles, a large black Lincoln Navigator. Not his choice, he would have preferred something more classy but alas, they were government vehicles and he had no choice.
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Danny Edison could see his ''client'' turn and look at him through the window of his fancy car and Edison gave a not so obvious sarcastic wave. The truth was, Edison didn't really like his ''client.'' The man was all prim, proper and snooty, qualities of which Danny didn't like or posses. Edison was a former infantry officer turned hand to hand combat trainer. He had been promised a fat check if he did a few years work in VIP protection, then he would train others to do his job, earn an even larger amount and retire as he put it, rich as a bitch.
He kept his attention to his right side, scanning the countryside for any sign of movement, all the while keeping his weapon, a Yanitarian made SMGY-16 Legal or as it was also humorously known, the slut, tucked at the ready on his lap. He figured it would be just another boring day.
OOC:
Vehicles - 2 x 2007 Lincoln Navigators, 1 x 2009 SA Backlash
Clients - 2, Donald Richardson, Miranda Walters
Protection & Armament
Drivers (3)
1 x SMGY-16 Legal (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=13499318&postcount=153)
1 x Smoke Grenade
1 x PY-57 Pistol (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=13330215&postcount=45)
1 x Taser Baton
Protection Agents (8)
1 x SMGY-16 Legal (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=13499318&postcount=153)
1 x Smoke Grenade
1 x PY-57 Pistol (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=13330215&postcount=45)
1 x Taser Baton
1 x Ballistic Vest
2 x Plastic Restraints
In each Navigator, a shotgun rack hold two SHY-10 Shotguns (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=13325771&postcount=44).
It was a bright and very sunny day, something Donald Richardson hadn't seen in quite some time. He had been, to his displeasure, sent to several nations, rainy nations, to discuss business deals with foriegn corporations. He didn't mind the job, it was the places that he was sent that bothered him. That was one reason why he now sat in a newly built 2009 SA Backlash (http://serendipitously.files.wordpress.com/2007/04/rolls_royce_phantom_armoured_1.jpg), a car that hadn't even been released to the public yet. Luckily, not only was he a big car buff, he had ties with Mr. Saudar himself, landing him a deal in which he could purchase the car, at half price, before anyone else in the world.
He certainly liked the car, he had driven it himself many times but now he sat, in the backseat beside his personal assistant, Miranda, typing away on his laptop, trying desperately to finish a report on several of the corporations he had visited. He was beginning to feel a headache coming on and he simply couldn't finish. Closing the lap top and placing it in the bag, he let out a sigh of relief.
''Finally finish?'' Miranda asked in her cool and cocky tone. The way she acted and dressed would make one wonder why she wasn't a corporate big wig, high in an office tower somewhere.
''I can't focus, I need a break,'' Donald replied, turning and looking out the window.
He could see a beautiful countryside, full of rolling hills and cow pastures. The sun sparkled off of the pristine nearly perfect grass. The road itself curved around the hills, the car perfectly hugging every corner. He turned and looked behind him, and could see one of his protection vehicles, a large black Lincoln Navigator. Not his choice, he would have preferred something more classy but alas, they were government vehicles and he had no choice.
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Danny Edison could see his ''client'' turn and look at him through the window of his fancy car and Edison gave a not so obvious sarcastic wave. The truth was, Edison didn't really like his ''client.'' The man was all prim, proper and snooty, qualities of which Danny didn't like or posses. Edison was a former infantry officer turned hand to hand combat trainer. He had been promised a fat check if he did a few years work in VIP protection, then he would train others to do his job, earn an even larger amount and retire as he put it, rich as a bitch.
He kept his attention to his right side, scanning the countryside for any sign of movement, all the while keeping his weapon, a Yanitarian made SMGY-16 Legal or as it was also humorously known, the slut, tucked at the ready on his lap. He figured it would be just another boring day.
OOC:
Vehicles - 2 x 2007 Lincoln Navigators, 1 x 2009 SA Backlash
Clients - 2, Donald Richardson, Miranda Walters
Protection & Armament
Drivers (3)
1 x SMGY-16 Legal (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=13499318&postcount=153)
1 x Smoke Grenade
1 x PY-57 Pistol (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=13330215&postcount=45)
1 x Taser Baton
Protection Agents (8)
1 x SMGY-16 Legal (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=13499318&postcount=153)
1 x Smoke Grenade
1 x PY-57 Pistol (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=13330215&postcount=45)
1 x Taser Baton
1 x Ballistic Vest
2 x Plastic Restraints
In each Navigator, a shotgun rack hold two SHY-10 Shotguns (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=13325771&postcount=44).