NationStates Jolt Archive


Shady Business Deals (Attn: Mafia/Smuggler types.)

Gnufasur
02-07-2008, 05:30
[Secret-ish IC]

All throughout the seedy underworld of the nations around the world, a rumor was being spread.

It seemed that a certain scientist was seeking to establish a contract with any Mafia or smuggling operation dealing primarily in human slaves. There were promises of lucrative pay for those who could deliver the goods as expected.

The rumor went on, saying that all interested should send their representative by boat to the North Isle of Sands off of the Gnufasurian east coast to meet the scientist in person...


((OOC: Just starting a small Mafia/shady business deal RP for my official welcome back. Please refer to my World Factbook entry to see my nation's map and the location of the Isle of Sands.

I'll be updating the map soon, with something hopefully better looking, so please bear with that craptastic map in the meantime.

All mafia and smuggling type nations are invited. Please feel free to send a rep. :D))
Volzgrad
02-07-2008, 05:51
Secret Communique from Ravenkov Security Arsenal

Even though our morals do not allow us to supply you with slaves, we may provide other things. The RSA is currently one of the largest arms dealing corporations in the world. You may become our newest customer. Simply state what you desire and we shall provide it for you, for a price of course.
Gnufasur
03-07-2008, 05:34
[Secret-IC]

Secret Communique from Ravenkov Security Arsenal

Even though our morals do not allow us to supply you with slaves, we may provide other things. The RSA is currently one of the largest arms dealing corporations in the world. You may become our newest customer. Simply state what you desire and we shall provide it for you, for a price of course.

Secret Communique Reply
Unforunately, What I require are healthy human children, between the ages of 8 and 12, for an experiment which details I cannot share. If you cannot supply me with these items, then we have no business. Please refer my needs to your less-then-moralistic associates if you'd please. I will pay handsomely per item.

Location: North Isle of Sands

The Terkoma Arms Company scientist sighed as he closed his laptop, the message he just finished typing encrypted and sent just seconds ago. He removed the Ecryptor USB Single-Use Thumbdrive and tossed it aside, before inserting a new one.

The Island itself wasn't very large, and consisted almost entirely of white beach sands and a smattering of palm trees. There was a small, makeshift dock where a small personal Ski-Do sat, teetered to one of the posts. There was room for several more boats yet.

The man wore a stereotypical white lab coat, and he was balding. He seemed to be in his later 50s, his hair gray, the steel blue fur on his feline ears and tail starting to fade to match.

Like all Gnufasurians, he was a Neko, a being who is mostly human but with certain cat-like traits, most notably cat-ears and tail. Now, he has nothing to do but wait for others to reply to his needs.
Gnufasur
07-07-2008, 20:29
Bump.
Gnufasur
11-07-2008, 00:46
((OOC: For all intents and purposes, let's then assume that a suitable group was found, and is supplying the good scientist with what he needs. I'll put up the rest of the arc tomorrow.))
Red Tide2
11-07-2008, 01:12
OOC: I'm in...

IC: The Y-456 was a yacht officially owned by a one Yakov Visitilovich Compranov, a Red Tidean 'Small Businessman'. Of course, in reality, Yakov was a Capo in the Red Tide Mafia. The mid-sized yacht had set sail several days ago, making its way too North Isle of Sands.

The Red Tide Mafia, being what it was, had quickly caught wind of a 'lucrative opportunity' over off these islands. Yakov was available and thus, he was sent. Every crew member had a WW2-era PPSH-43 Submachine gun. Yakov himself was unarmed, relying on the men around him too keep him safe.

The Yacht sailed into the coast late at night, as a lookout kept an eye out for any boats.
Gnufasur
11-07-2008, 04:07
((OOC: I knew you'd chip in Red Tide. :D Thanks!))

Normally, the Gnufasurian Coast Guard rigorously patrols the oceans around Gnufasur, keeping steadfast against any immigrants of the illegal variety. However, orders had come from higher up to not patrol the ocean around the Isles of Sands. All Cutters and Cruisers had been recalled from the area, allowing the Red Tidean vessel to travel unmolested.

The yatch docks at the makeshift dock. The island wasn't very large. In fact, the single white and red dome tent set-up roughly in the center of the island was visible from the dock. Tethered to the dock was a single Ski-Do, white and red in colour, bearing the Terkomai Arms Company logo. Likewise, the tent also bore the Arms Company logo. There were no other structures on the island, besides, of course, the Palm Trees.

There was no one to greet them. It was the dead of night, whoever was on the island was likely inside the tent...
East Laos
11-07-2008, 05:03
The Carresa Mafia was more than eager to help out once they found out about this offer. Jermaine Jackson, the leader of this 500 man mafia and 100 of his best soldiers and boarded their ship. It was a large, luxiuous ship that was one of the fanciest in all of East Laos. His soldiers carried Uzis and Mp-5's with them. He simply carried a colt 45 as his only defence. He was 5'11", his skin was black, he had short dredlocks tied going down to his shoulders, gold sunglasses, a red buiness suit, red khaki pants, gold shoes, gold belt and had gold grillz in his teeth. He had a pinky ring on each pinky. And a gold chain that went down to his ribs.
" ok men, we've arrived at our destination, we need to get slaves from the local area. Split up into 8 groups of 10. 20 of you, guard me as i head to our new safehouse here. IT's one of the fancy mansions we've purchased." said Jermaine.
All the men headed to their assigned locations and began their work.
Red Tide2
11-07-2008, 16:21
Isle of Sands...

As the Yacht pulled into the dock, Yakov stood on the deck, glancing warily around. One of his men leapt onto the dock too tether the boat so it would not float away. Yakov noted the Ski-Do with the logo on it, probably a corporation's one. He gave dismissed the thought with a shrug, then he grabbed a small pistol and pocketed it. Turning too two of the thugs armed with submachine guns, he said:
"You two... stay with me at all times. Come on."

Then he swung over the side of the boat onto the dock, the two thugs following him slightly more awkwardly. He looked towards the tent at the center of the island and nodded too himself, of course... it was so obvious. He set-off, moving towards the tent as quickly as he could, the two thugs taking up the rear.
Gnufasur
11-07-2008, 19:06
((OOC: @ East Laos: I assume that your mafia group was informed of the Scientist's needs by the RSA? That will work for me. The motion detector mentioned is exactly like THIS ONE (http://www.radioshack.com/product/index.jsp?productId=2102584&cp=&sr=1&origkw=) I love these things. They're so useful!))

A simple motion detector just beyond the dock, facing towards the tent, chimed as the three men passed into it's range. There was movement inside the tent, followed by a short coughing fit. The portal to the tent unzipped quickly, and a white haired Neko male sticks his head out, looking to see who had set off the detector. "Beh? You here about the job?" He asked gruffly upon seeing the three man team, still partially asleep.

Of course, they could have very well been pirates here to kill him. But such were the chances you were willing to take in the Name of Science and the Pursuit of Progress...
Red Tide2
11-07-2008, 20:47
Yakov put on his best English, "We are here about the job, da." He paused, studying the weary face of the man, "Would you rather us come back in the Morning?"

Despite being Criminals, RTM Capo's were polite businessmen.
Gnufasur
15-07-2008, 02:32
The Neko coughed, covering his mouth with one hand, then grimaced upon seeing his hand. Shaking his head, the elderly scientist nodded. "Yes, that would be best. When you..." The Neko paused, considered who he was talking to, then begin again, "*If* you get to my age, you'll appreciate any rest you can get. 8AM sharp. I'll have coffee ready as well..."

Without any flourish, the head disappeared back into the tent and it was zippered shut once again.


((OOC: To save time, I'll go ahead and skip to morning, yes?))


If the Red Tidean's had posted someone to watch the good Professor, they'd have noticed that he was up and about at 7AM, rather then 8. Moving out from his tent, Professor Hodgsen donned his lab coat, covering a simple two piece scrubs outfit. Like the Tent and Ski-Do, the coat too bore the logo for the Terkomai Arms Company.

The male went about the routine of setting up a two-burner propane stove, one burner being immediately occupied with a small pot of water, the other taken up by a coffee percolator. The male, quite oblivious to the Mafiosos, went about the business of making oatmeal and coffee, a good start to any day.

While the oatmeal boiled and cooked, he dips back into the tent, pulling out a laptop with a small satellite receiver/transmitter. This he sets up on a small folding table, well above the sand. As the laptop boots, he plugs into a small USB Device, the signal encryptor, which would scramble any messages he might send from this device.

By this time, the oatmeal was ready. Turning off the burner, Prof. Hodgson scoops himself a bowl of oatmeal, then pours himself a cup of black coffee. Sitting himself in a folding camp chair, he digs into his breakfast and coffee, still having the better part of half-an hour to go until he was to meet with the Red Tideans.


((OOC: You can either have Yakov come now, or have him come at 8AM. Either's good for me. Hodgson will offer a cup of black coffee and either still hot or cold oatmeal (Now or 8AM, respectively) regardless of when he comes over.))
Red Tide2
15-07-2008, 21:03
Previously, the night..

Yakov noted when the Neko coughed into his hand and looked at it. It set him wondering.

'Blood or lung fluid on the hand? Some sort of lung disease? Cancer, perhaps?' He thought, then shrugged, 'Unless its contagious and he does not croak in the morning, I don't give a damn.'

"Come on..." He said too his two bodyguards, "Lets get back too the boat."

8:00 AM, the next morning

Yakov had not posted anyone too watch the old Neko scientist. He did post a man too keep an eye for any robbers or pirates trying too sneak up on his own yacht, but the night past uneventfully.

The next morning, he arrived at 8:00, precisely. As a Red Tidean, he generally did not show up on time in keeping with the regular national stereotype, but he figured this deal was important and the way the man had chosen his words indicated to Yakov that he would not tolerate Yakov being late.

So, there he was.

"Good Morning..." Yakov said, coming alone this time, albeit with his own submachinegun. He did not really think he would have too use it. Too show as much, he set up his own folding chair and propped the PPSH up against it. He had already had breakfast(a bit of bread and plenty of soup), but lacked any caffeinated drinks.

"Do you have any tea? I never really liked coffee, although if its all you have I really do not have much choice in the matter right now. The supply on the boat is fresh out."
Roterban
15-07-2008, 23:55
OOC: Is this still open?
Gnufasur
17-07-2008, 01:01
((OOC: @Roterban: Yeah, it's still open. Feel free to send someone over, so long as you know what's going on.))

The Neko shook his head slowly as the Red Tidean inquired about tea. "I have none of that, I am afraid. The coffee offer still stands, or we can move onto business."

((OOC: Moving onto business. :D))

Without wasting any time, the Neko Scientist moved right into his proposal. "My name is Erick Hodgson, a research Scientist with the Terkomai Arms Company. I am the head of a project which requires healthy human children, ideally between the ages of eight and twelve. I cannot go into the details of the project, but I can say this... If this project sees completion, the world will see a new revolution of information and technology like never before..."

He paused, letting his words sink in, before moving on. "I do not care where the products come from, and I am authorized to pay five thousand U.S. Dollars per product, with a twenty thousand bonus per group of 50 products. For this project, we require five hundred total products, and we will need to... 'Refresh' the ranks every nine years. You may provide as many or as little towards the total product count as you desire. The price per product is negotiable, to an extent, but the bonus is not."

Thinking of them as products rather then people, doubtlessly, made it easier to deal in the selling of children.


((OOC2: I did the math for you! 5000 x 500 = 2.5 million, + 20,000 x 10 (Ten groups of 50 = 500) = 200,000. 2,500,000 + 200,000 = $2,700,000. :D
Greal
17-07-2008, 01:35
Another ship arrived at the North Isle of Sands. This was the Sasha Mafia, which was rumored to have 50,000 soldiers. Onboard the ship was one of the captains in the Sasha Mafia, his name was Christoper Hardy. He had a one hundred soldiers with him. All were armed to the teeth with MP5s, Glocks, and Uzis. Their long war with the Womer Mafia had nearly devastated business, but eventually Sasha won. Christoper looked around for any ships.
Gnufasur
17-07-2008, 03:48
Mr. Hardy would notice the Red Tidean yacht, and, presumably, Professor's Hodgson's Ski-Do, which could only seat one. There was still plenty of room at the docks.

Professor Hodgson wouldn't claim to understand how mafias work, but they understood well enough that they didn't all get along, and that guns combined with hot tempers wasn't a mix he'd want to see. He'd have to gain control of the situation before anything... Unpleasant happened...

Standing from his seat, he glanced down to his guest, "If you'd pardon me, I have to welcome our newest arrival. The nature of the contract does allow for multiple delivers."

Moving beyond Yakov to the dock, Professor Hodgson flags down the other arriving ship, then directs it to a safe open spot for it to teether itself to.
Greal
17-07-2008, 04:02
Mr. Hardy would notice the Red Tidean yacht, and, presumably, Professor's Hodgson's Ski-Do, which could only seat one. There was still plenty of room at the docks.

Professor Hodgson wouldn't claim to understand how mafias work, but they understood well enough that they didn't all get along, and that guns combined with hot tempers wasn't a mix he'd want to see. He'd have to gain control of the situation before anything... Unpleasant happened...

Standing from his seat, he glanced down to his guest, "If you'd pardon me, I have to welcome our newest arrival. The nature of the contract does allow for multiple delivers."

Moving beyond Yakov to the dock, Professor Hodgson flags down the other arriving ship, then directs it to a safe open spot for it to teether itself to.

Christoper's ship docks at the open spot. His men were glad that the journey was finally over.

He greeted the professor.
Gnufasur
17-07-2008, 04:25
Professor Hodgson, in turn, introduced himself to Mr. Hardy. "Greetings, I am Erick Hodgson, a research Scientist with the Terkomai Arms Company. If you'll come with me, I can explain to you the nature of the contract."

The Professor leads Christoper to where Yakov waited, nodding to the other. "This is another deliver. As I told him, the nature of this contract allows for multiple delivers."

He turned to face Christoper. "What I, as the representative of the Terkomai Arms Company and the head researcher for the 'Project,' what I desire is simple. Five hundred healthy, human children between the ages of eight and twelve. I am authorized to pay five thousand U.S. Dollars per product, with a twenty thousand dollar bonus per group of fifty products. You may provide as many or as little towards the total product count as you desire. The price per product is negotiable, to an extent, but the bonus is not."

He took a sip of his coffee, looking at the two men, both armed. I'll never understand why these mafia types always bring weapons everywhere. It's not like there's anything here for them to shoot at... Well, besides each other, now.
Greal
17-07-2008, 05:24
Professor Hodgson, in turn, introduced himself to Mr. Hardy. "Greetings, I am Erick Hodgson, a research Scientist with the Terkomai Arms Company. If you'll come with me, I can explain to you the nature of the contract."

The Professor leads Christoper to where Yakov waited, nodding to the other. "This is another deliver. As I told him, the nature of this contract allows for multiple delivers."

He turned to face Christoper. "What I, as the representative of the Terkomai Arms Company and the head researcher for the 'Project,' what I desire is simple. Five hundred healthy, human children between the ages of eight and twelve. I am authorized to pay five thousand U.S. Dollars per product, with a twenty thousand dollar bonus per group of fifty products. You may provide as many or as little towards the total product count as you desire. The price per product is negotiable, to an extent, but the bonus is not."

He took a sip of his coffee, looking at the two men, both armed. I'll never understand why these mafia types always bring weapons everywhere. It's not like there's anything here for them to shoot at... Well, besides each other, now.

Christoper thought for a moment then said.

"Done. The delivery may take a few weeks, but five hundred children can be easily handled. Just send us the coordinates and the children will be sent."

His bodyguards watched the other Mafia bodyguards.
Gnufasur
17-07-2008, 05:28
((OOC: I'm going to wait for RT to reply before I go any further. Who knows, a lowest bidder war might start. :D Each trying to low-ball the other for the contract. >_<))
Gnufasur
27-07-2008, 07:10
((OOC: I feel that I've already got what I needed from this, so I'm moving on to the next arc of the story, linked to here: In the Name of Science, and the Pursuit of Progress (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?p=13870275).

For all intents and purposes, both Red Tide and Greal got the contract, and are splitting the work and pay evenly. Thanks you guys for participating.))