NationStates Jolt Archive

"A hurricane, you say?" Lars thought about this for a while. "Hmm... anyway, shouldn't we find them? I could, I have nothing better to do."

She turned her head towards David, "Ok, killer, let's see'em."

David takes his shirt off to show his Body (http://buttonmashing.com/wp-content/uploads/2006/02/jackkrauser.jpg)

"there"

ooc only David has a Knife Scar from the corner of his left eye right to bottom of the jaw

"Ok, killer, now we are talking." she said with a smile, "Don't you feel better now? Like you are having fun? Now, go out on the beach and find yourself a woman! Go get'em tiger!"

She turned back towards Lucian, "Lord, you know, boys will be boys."

Nadia smiled. "Yeah, I kind of do," she said, running her fingers through her mid-length blonde hair. "Anyway... to tell you a little about myself, I'm an Air Force officer, like... Lucian, you said your name was? I'm on vacation from Kahanistan."

She nodded over to the Imperial. "I'm a female. Let me see." She opened her coverup to show her flat, toned stomach and bikini underneath, but left the coverup on around her arms and shoulders.

Zak gulped down the double shot and decided to try something out. He asked for a shot of Morgan Spiced Rum and took out a bottle of beer. He asked for an empty pub glass and poured the Tiraka beer in. He asked for a shot glass full of coca cola. Pouring both in the pub glass and setting the glasses down he tried to drink the whole thing in one gulp.

Lucian nodded, "Yeah, that's my name. Hello fellow air force officer."

"Ok, killer, now we are talking." she said with a smile, "Don't you feel better now? Like you are having fun? Now, go out on the beach and find yourself a woman! Go get'em tiger!"
"not bad"

Nadia smiled. "Yeah, I kind of do," she said, running her fingers through her mid-length blonde hair. "Anyway... to tell you a little about myself, I'm an Air Force officer, like... Lucian, you said your name was? I'm on vacation from Kahanistan."

She nodded over to the Imperial. "I'm a female. Let me see." She opened her coverup to show her flat, toned stomach and bikini underneath, but left the coverup on around her arms and shoulders.

"mm very nice, an what is you name ?" David asked Nadia

"Oh my, looks like we got a stripping contest in the making here!" Jasmine said with a laugh. Her phone rang again. "Exuse me." she said as she pulled out her phone again.

"Yes, Rob, what is it?..................um.............well............no..... well... ok, see, like I am staying here..........ok, you drunk bitch........ you're on you way to the bar?....... you and Conner should meet Nadia........ she rocks.... and this Imperial.... he's got more muscles than Conner............see you in 3 minutes then." she hung up the phone.

She turned her attention back to Lucian, "Lord, I swear when he gets drunk he's a chatty kathy."

Nadia smiled. She was pretty sure she'd told Lucian her name earlier, and tied her coverup closed again. She got a beer and left the right amount of cash behind, then took a drink.

A couple of years earlier, she would never have showed her body off so casually. In the last few days, though, she'd gotten up close and personal with Katja and found her rather attractive, come within a hair's breadth of coming on to the King of Kinstantia, and here she was admiring a ripped Adonis in the bar. A little too bulky for her, but nice.

Zak stumbled towards the group of people, "He-hey you-ou. Y-you do-on't drink-k ri-right? C-could y-you light-t u-up th-the firew-works? I-its Revo-volution D-day an-and I'm t-too drunk-k t-too l-light them-m.

Nadia smiled. She was pretty sure she'd told him her name earlier, and tied her coverup closed again. She got a beer and left the right amount of cash behind, then took a drink.

A couple of years earlier, she would never have showed her body off so casually. In the last few days, though, she'd gotten up close and personal with Katja and found her rather attractive, come within a hair's breadth of coming on to the King of Kinstantia, and here she was admiring a ripped Adonis in the bar. A little too bulky for her, but nice.

"oh i heard other use your name Nadia,but i was just making talk, you can call me David ,i'am a Colonel in the Imperial Army who should be a General,but i keep turning the rank down"

Lars shook his head. He wasn't exactly in peak physical condition, so he knew that this stripping contest was out of the question for him. He decided to go back to his room and send his daily email to his work. He walked through the doorway, and tripped on the first step, nearly falling to his face before catching himself. Smooth.

Rob and Conner came bouncing into the bar. They were drunk, but not stumbling drunk. Both shirtless, in board shorts the were wet from being in the ocean, singing a song that they were making up as they went along....

"...and she touched my hand on the golden sand, and together we passed the time!" they sang, off key, and in somewhat unison.

Jasmine just rolled her eyes. "Guys, get to your room and get dressed. We're gonna have dinner with Lucian tonight."

She turned towards Lucian, "That is, if you don't mind joining us. I promise they will be more respectable later this evening. If not, I'll kick their asses."

Conner replied "Yes, mom!" as he started off towards his room

"Jasmine, you couldn't kick my ass if you wanted to!" bellowed Rob. Conner just started laughing.

"Uh huh, now go get sobered up. Drunken fools!" Jasmine said while laughing.

OOC: Sry if my posting is slow, this laptop has a bad connection at the moment
IC:

"I can only imagine drunk people are like that." He said with a smile, "He seems pretty harmless though."

Zak addressed Jasmine, "N-now listen-n h-here, l-lady! I-It is-s Revo-olution D-D-Day a-and they c-can g-get as drunk as-s they w-w-want to! Do-don't say to 'Sober Up!' be-because it-t is-s a t-t-time for celeb-bration!!"

"Nadia," she said to David. "Lieutenant General Nadia Sklenova. Kahanistanian Air Force." She was using the rank she'd held before being elected commander in chief - while she was now aware that there were other national leaders here, she still wanted to hide her importance. "So, what's been holding up your promotions?"

She walked over to Zak. "Yes, it's Revolution Day, and you filthy capitalist swine are going to pay for your crimes against the working people." Nadia was mildly intoxicated and just felt like getting this guy's goat. She was not normally a vindictive person, but someone who thinks communists are evil scum kind of stuck in her craw.

Zak stumbled towards the group of people, "He-hey you-ou. Y-you do-on't drink-k ri-right? C-could y-you light-t u-up th-the firew-works? I-its Revo-volution D-day an-and I'm t-too drunk-k t-too l-light them-m.

OOC: err... Greywatch?

Rob and Conner came bouncing into the bar. They were drunk, but not stumbling drunk. Both shirtless, in board shorts the were wet from being in the ocean, singing a song that they were making up as they went along....

"...and she touched my hand on the golden sand, and together we passed the time!" they sang, off key, and in somewhat unison.

Jasmine just rolled her eyes. "Guys, get to your room and get dressed. We're gonna have dinner with Lucian tonight."

She turned towards Lucian, "That is, if you don't mind joining us. I promise they will be more respectable later this evening. If not, I'll kick their asses."

Conner replied "Yes, mom!" as he started off towards his room

"Jasmine, you couldn't kick my ass if you wanted to!" bellowed Rob. Conner just started laughing.

"Uh huh, now go get sobered up. Drunken fools!" Jasmine said while laughing.

"Wow, they are drunk- uh wait huh? Dinner? I guess, though it kinda depends if I'm not engaged in something else. And I don't have anything nice to wear, except my uniform." Oh this is awkward, I definately need to run this by Katja...

"Rob is harmless. So is Conner. I mean, they are the only family we have left. So, I try to look out for them being the oldest between me and Rob. He's 21, and I'm 26." Jasmine said, "But Conner is a handful. He's harmless, but he's definitely a party animal."

Jasmine looked down the hall to make sure the boys were going to their room. "You know, they do make a cute couple. They've been together for 2 years now. And, as you can see, they are inseparable. I hope I find someone like that."

"Nadia," she said to David. "Lieutenant General Nadia Sklenova. Kahanistanian Air Force." She was using the rank she'd held before being elected commander in chief - while she was now aware that there were other national leaders here, she still wanted to hide her importance. "So, what's been holding up your promotions?"

She walked over to Zak. "Yes, it's Revolution Day, and you filthy capitalist swine are going to pay for your crimes against the working people." Nadia was mildly intoxicated and just felt like getting this guy's goat. She was not normally a vindictive person, but someone who thinks communists are evil scum kind of stuck in her craw.

"C-crimes a-against th-the w-w-working-ing people? We g-give th-them Healthcare-care, wh-wh-what the...w-w-what the hell e-else do....do y-you w-w-want? Huh? Th-they c-c-can e-even s-s-save u-up t-to...w-w-well actu-actually we-we ha-haven't do-done th-the math. B-b-BUT, if-f they-they c-can-n af-ford a cruise-se e-every fi-five years-s th-then wh-wh-what the h-h-hell is the pr-problem-m y-y-you lunat-tic?"

"Nadia," she said to David. "Lieutenant General Nadia Sklenova. Kahanistanian Air Force." She was using the rank she'd held before being elected commander in chief - while she was now aware that there were other national leaders here, she still wanted to hide her importance. "So, what's been holding up your promotions?"

"nice to meet you Nadia and what holding it nothing just don't want the rank or be one of the heads of the army and the military over all" David said as he pour another drink

"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't know you had plans already. Well, that's cool." Jasmine said nervously. "But I am gonna be here a few days, maybe we can do lunch tomorrow or something."

"I do have to say one thing, Lucian," Jasmine said, "I've enjoyed the conversation."

"Hey, Nadia, what did you think of Rob and Conner now that you've seen them in person?" Jasmine said

Nadia walked away from the Uir guy, apparently having failed to piss him off. "My God, I'm a paedophile," she said to Jasmine. "I'll be 34 next month, and there I was, going to... oh, lord." She dropped her empty beer can. She'd almost said outright that she was about to jump his bones.

Instead, she merely gave the King a warm smile before returning to the bar to get more booze, and see if she couldn't start up the stove while the bartenders were out.

"Okay, sure, that sounds fine. Sorry about that, it has been nice talking to you."

"HA! I kn-knew i-it! Y-y-you Comm-m-mun-nists a-are all-l alike-like! Y-y-you sh-should b-be in-in an in-institution like-ike w-we d-do b-b-back ho-home!" The 35 year-old was very drunk and still looking for someone to light the fireworks.

Zak addressed Jasmine, "N-now listen-n h-here, l-lady! I-It is-s Revo-olution D-D-Day a-and they c-can g-get as drunk as-s they w-w-want to! Do-don't say to 'Sober Up!' be-because it-t is-s a t-t-time for celeb-bration!!"

"Well, my inebriated friend, they must have already started to celebrate." said Jasmine, "But, In the United States of Kinstantia, it's just Tuesday to us, so they have no excuse."

David watched Nadia for fact he could not help himself as she was hot

"hey need a hand Nadia " David called out

"Well, my inebriated friend, they must have already started to celebrate." said Jasmine, "But, In the United States of Kinstantia, it's just Tuesday to us, so they have no excuse."

"Oh-oh y-yeah? W-w-well what-whatever ha-happened t-to va-vacation, huh? A-and an-another th-thing, you are pretty. S-so th-there!"

Lars had sent in his email that he would leave for Talrania in a few days time. This place, maybe vacationing as a whole, just wasn't for him. He walked down the stairs and saw everybody having a good time. He walked the opposite direction, to the beach. Maybe some sun will do me good. Unfortunately, he didn't realize that he had forgotten sunscreen as he laid down in the sand.

"No," she said, turning on the stove. "Thanks." It was a little different from her own stove, but the basics were the same. She found the cheese sticks she wanted and put them in. Unlike others who just helped themselves to drinks and whatnot, she actually stuck the right amount of cash in the register. It wasn't exactly right, but it beat waiting for hours while the barkeep was off, and she was on vacation, willing to drop the stickler for the rules mentality for now...

In five minutes she'd have the cheese sticks she'd wanted. In the meantime, though, she got a 12-case of flavoured beer, inserted the required cash, and passed them around liberally.

"Wh-What k-kind of bee-beer is th-this? I-I-I-I on-only dri-drink Ti-Tiraka! I-I-I-Its mu-much be-better tha-than an-any im-imported bee-beer you c-could t-try to-to g-give me!"

In five minutes she'd have the cheese sticks she'd wanted. In the meantime, though, she got a 12-case of flavoured beer, inserted the required cash, and passed them around liberally.

"thanks Nadia" David said who was busy using credit card

"Im-imperial g-g-guy! A-are y-y-you so-so-so-sober? Be-because I-I-I-I sure as h-hell ain't a-and I ha-have some-some fire-fireworks I-I-I w-want t-to be l-lit."

The shady Solyhniyan Spetzpol officer had managed to keep his identity hidden thus far, yet had found sneaking into the country more difficult than normal, given his horrific deadline, courtesy of the Prezydent.

His mission: to find the famous "Beach House", and to find some allies who could stop the Habajan city of Iraqan from a nuclear threat.

He stepped up to the door, and read the sign:
"NO POLITICS"

Cursing in his native Ukrainian, he realised that he would have to do this covertly. Fortunately, Borys was an excellent actor, and felt comfortable with the situation once he had planned.

He pushed the door open, timidly, expecting to see something resembling an "Angliskyj Pub" or "English Pub", the popular craze in Solyhniya, brought over by English traders. He was rather strangely surprised, but nevertheless went straight over to the bar to book a room for the week.

The new comer got the attention of the drunken businessman, "Hey! Hey y-you! N-newcomer! Yeah Yeah you. A-are y-y-you so-so-sober?"

Bob has spent most of the day working in his room. The book was almost finished now. His fictional detective had solved the crime and the story was just wrapping up. Nothing more to do but the proof read, and the picking out of the cover. Bob felt good. He even looked good, maybe healthy was a better word to discribe him. He had noticed all the activeity going on in the bar and saw Lars walk out. He thought that Lars really wasn't enjoying himself. Bob grabbed a drink from the mini bar and went to see if he was in the mood to chat...

The new comer got the attention of the drunken businessman, "Hey! Hey y-you! N-newcomer! Yeah Yeah you. A-are y-y-you so-so-sober?"

Yes, I'm afraid so. It's a good thing the next round's on me then, huh?

Lars was lying in the sun on the beach. His skin was beet red, due to him forgetting his sunscreen. He thought he heard footsteps behind him, but he didn't care to check who it was. It they were looking for him, he'd know soon enough.

"N-n-no, it-it is a g-g-good th-thing y-you are so-so-sober be-because I ha-have s-some fire-fireworks I-I n-need y-you t-to li-light. An-and I on-only d-drink Ti-Tiraka beer, rum an-and cock-cock-cocktails."

Fireworks? (??)

Let me see them.

OOC: July 8th is Revolution Day in Uiri
IC:

"O-ok. L-Let m-m-me go-go get th-them s-so th-that y-you c-c-can l-light th-them," Zak stumbled off towards his room. When he came back he was half walking half swaying with fireworks loaded in his arms, "C-c-c-c-come on ou-out-outside s-s-so th-that w-we c-can en-enjoy th-them."

Borys, still confused, spied something from the corner of his hazel, Slavic eyes. He could have sworn he'd seen the Kahanistani President.

"No, it can't be..."

..but before he had time to investigate, he had to take care of the old firework dude.

Response:
Err, OK, sure. Can I see the fireworks? (OOC: Description of the fireworks?)

OOC: He's only 35.
IC:

"C-c-come o-on. L-let m-me p-pu-put th-them in or-order an-and light-t ea-each one in tu-turn, o-ok?" It was at that time that Zak, unwisely decided to have a Tiraka beer. Once he had finished drinking the bottle, before he could see the fireworks he passed out.

Hmm, I shouldn't leave him there, but if I wake him up, I'm never going to get this room booked. I need to get to the bar, tell the proprietor about him, book a room at the same time, and see if it really was Nadia back there.

Nadia stepped out to watch the fireworks, and make sure this bastard didn't blow himself to kingdom come. She had a cold 40 oz. in her hand.

Lars, my friend, you look like you'd rather be anyplace but here?

OOC: Sorry, I haven't been able to keep up with the pace here. Did anyone respond to my characters? I don't want to have to search back that many pages.

"Haha, damn. These mofo's here don't know shit bout what I been goin through." murmered Karl to himself as he took another sip of his Vodka.
He got out of the bar and began walking down the beach, once again checking out all the women. He was so captivated with one of them he didn't notice the small table that he was about to walk into. When the girl he was looking at noticed him he attemped to wink at her, but before he could do so he ran into the table and tripped over it with a hint of drunkness in his gait. He fell onto the ground and spilled his vodka all over the sand and on himself.
"Mutha fu..."
All of a sudden everything went blurry and black. He had passed out in front of the hottest girl he'd ever seen.

Nadia stepped out to watch the fireworks, and make sure this bastard didn't blow himself to kingdom come. She had a cold 40 oz. in her hand.

"i'am cleaning him up if blows himself to bits" David said Behind her as head out it with six knives in hand

OOC: you can do whatever you like, you can send ordinary citizens, or diplomats/royalty who are just in need of a break :) all in all its just for a good time

Yeah its modern day theme, no weapons or 'god-modding' though

OOC: Friendly reminder

As Bob sat talking to Lars, the maham, on the beach, of the drunkin youths continued. One perrson even fell over, so drunk he couldn't stand any longer. Bob had a bad feeling about all this. He was having second thoughts as to taking ownership from Katja. a few new rules seem to be in order He was beginning to come around to Lars way of thinking. Bob was no stick in the mud, but some forms of behavior must be maintained . Much had already happened this past week, and it seemed certain that more was yet to come, but this was not the vacation he had envisioned for himself when he arrived. Perhaps I am just getting old

OOC: Friendly reminder

ooc every thing in life can be turn into a weapon and all there a kitchen where one can get knives from,aside Feninia knews what imperials are like

an lets not forget someone has fireworks you can class them as weapons

ooc every thing in life can be turn into a weapon and all there a kitchen where one can get knives from,aside Feninia knews what imperials are like

an lets not forget someone has fireworks you can class them as weapons

OOC: Did you get them from the kitchen? That would be something you need to state then. (And it would also be wierd that you go through people's kitchens) If you don't people will assume they are actual weapons, not makeshift, it really wouldn't suprise me to see one of your soldiers walking through a civilian area branishing combat knives. So if they're from the kitchen, state it please.

And I'm also sure that if someone tried to use the fireworks as weapons, they'd just be ignored.

OOC: Did you get them from the kitchen? That would be something you need to state then.

(And it would also be wierd that you go through people's kitchens) If you don't people will assume they are actual weapons, not makeshift,


OOC i'am waitting for Nadia to spot them and ask, an you read back she happen to used the said kitchen

it really wouldn't suprise me to see one of your soldiers walking through a civilian area branishing combat knives.
one really every dam one would ,as they all carry side arms and combat knives and fill out paper work to do so when oversea

oh you all so would not find one Imperial civilian in Imperial as every male full time and female part time in the armed forces
So if they're from the kitchen, state it please.

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And I'm also sure that if someone tried to use the fireworks as weapons, they'd just be ignored.
indeed

Lars sighed. "That might be exaggerating a bit, but it's not far from the truth. This... this just isn't who I am. I've never been big on parties, on dancing, on drinking until you pass out.... I guess the whole fun phase just passed me by." He paused, sharing the same thoughts as Bob. "You know, my hair started turning gray when I was 25, ten years ago. I'm only 35, but I have a full head of gray hair. Who knows why, I guess..." He looked over at the others partying. "I'm going to leave in a few days time. I... I can't think clearly around this place, these people. Don't get me wrong, you are nice enough, and so is everybody else, it's just..... I'm just not enjoying myself, I guess. I'm ending my vacation early to return to work, where I belong."

When Karl woke up he was still on the beach, only it was nighttime and he couldn't see anyone. He got up, only to fall to the ground again. He tried to get up again and this time he had done it. He moved like a zombie towards the beach house. After about an hour of stumbling and falling everywhere he finally made it to the bar and sat on a stool.
"I-I-I'll ha..have a Ci-cir-ciric v-v-v-vodk-a pleesh..." stuttered Karl as he swayed back and forth.
Once he got his bottle he headed towards his room, went in and fell into the bed. He turned on the TV and fell asleep on the spot.

Katja walked in, the place seemed different as if something big had happened whilst she and Milly weren't there.

Nadia looked over at the Imperial, then at the knife. "What... are you going to do?"

She eyed him in a sort of paranoid manner, as if expecting him to cut her throat or try to assault her sexually.

Nadia looked over at the Imperial, then at the knife. "What... are you going to do?"

She eyed him in a sort of paranoid manner, as if expecting him to cut her throat or try to assault her sexually.

"you recall after you said there no firing range around here, i said guess throwing knives would do,well here i'am with knive from the kitchen,just need a tree to put up a target" David said as he eye's her up and down

"O...K." She stood aside, her back to a wall, to let him pass. Then, she went out to the beach to lay out and maybe meet someone.

David did spend too long throwing the knives as he find the one he had were useles

"dam it,may as well walk the beach" he said then starts walking

..........e Mail sent to Robert Terhune, date today 11;37 am..........From Tom Higgins, Long boat publishing, Bone Isle... Bob some sad new. Just receive package from your wife. She has stated she cannot find you and you will not take her phone calls. She has delivered marriage separation papers, via attorney, to our office. We are scanning them in and forwarding them to you. deepest condolences . ........Tom

Holy crap, it is Nadia! Perhaps that's why I was sent here...

Borys went straight to the bar, but he couldn't avoid the occational glance towards the President of Kahanistan.

Nadia was about to leave, but saw someone staring at her. She paid little attention as she walked out; she was on vacation here and while she was more open now to meeting someone than she was earlier, she preferred people to talk to her. She was actually quite approachable if one behaved sensibly around her.

"hey Nadia want to go boating" asked David who was sitting on the beach as she went pass him

"OK," said Nadia. She'd boated a bit earlier in life, but now she'd been out of the saddle for about ten years. "Been a while since I did that... and don't have a boat now."

Borys was getting pissed off about the waiting time for a room, and kept glancing at his watch, and muttering in Ukrainian.

"OK," said Nadia. She'd boated a bit earlier in life, but now she'd been out of the saddle for about ten years. "Been a while since I did that... and don't have a boat now."


"don't own one never had but i ask fro some training from the navy,an got it" David said as he got up

"ok would you like a speed boat or a sail boat,an what snacks and drnks would you like ?"

When Karl woke up the channel was on what ever music channel was in this country. All he could see in the screen were girated "booties" waving in the camera with someone in the backround rapping "Booty, b-b-b-booty butt booty butt cheeks!" Karl got up and switched it to the news.
"This just in, the small nation of East Laos has become part of the nation of Balkaros. Balkaros has promised protection for new land in East Laos. However East Laos claims not to have accepted this offer and only needed several hundred troops which were promised to get rid of a rebel problem. But now the rebel problem was almost gone and the Balkians aren't needed anymore according to Prime Minister Kris. We will get you more information when we have it."
Karl looked blankly into the screen as it went on to talk about sports and other unrelated things. All of a sudden he had an urge to vomit. He was having a huge hangover. Karl ran to the bathroom and vomited into the toilet. The color was a light green, brownish color that smelled like poop. Karl then got up from off the ground, grabbed his vodka bottle and walked outside to sit on the beach.

OOC: this isn't breaking a rule because the exact same news cast i used in another thread of my own...i didn't copy and past it though i just typed of memory and i wasn't RPing the news...

OOC: Haven't said anything, I think it's fine
IC:

Lucian awoke and threw on some swimming shorts and a red sleeveless top. "Time to see what the day has for me. Let's see, I've found love, other people, drunken fireworks, someone tried to hit on me..." he said in a low voice. "I wonder if there's anything left?" He left his room and headed to the bar.

OOC: I guess the "bar staff" aren't online, so I'm going to assume that eventually I get a room.

"...thanks." said Borys, as he handed a few hundred Hrvyvni over the bar, registering his name as "Artem Podilskyj". The place was doing well, and was almost fully booked. He couldn't get the quiet room at the end of the corridor which he desperately wanted, but he got would do. He walked casually down to the door way, and checked the coast was clear - EDIT waiting for the man in the red shirt to pass him, before going inside, locking the door and opening his suitcase, to retrieve a laptop with a microphone, and a bunch of papers.

He switched the machine on, and began to whisper something into the microphone.

Karl could see someone who looked fairly suspicious on his way to the bar, he was speaking some language and was headed toward his room Karl guessed. His hangover was too large to really care that much. He had forgotten to get on a bathing suit though, so he ran back to his room, only to trip and land on a large piece of broken glass. The shard went into his foot and nearly impailed his foot. He didn't scream cause he A. Had a huge hangover and B. had been in much worst pain than this. He hobbled to the bar to get some help.
"Oh shittt...Ummm it would appear I have a large piece of broken glass in my foot." he said sarcasticly, trying to get everybody to hear him. He could see that a few noticed it and looked as if they were going to help.
"What a nice vacation." he murmered to himself as he sat on a chair, trying to pull out the large 5 inch piece of glass.

"Jesus, you might wanna get some dissenfectant for that then." Lucian said, looking at it. "If only Katja were here... I don't think I have any med supplies in my bag."

OOC: I'm off for about an hour

Lars saw the man in combat gear talking to Nadia. Somehow, he felt... odd. He couldn't put his finger on it, but something just irked him about the whole thing. He shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts, but it only made him dizzy. "I'm, er, going to the bathroom." He got up and walked in the cabin, and found Karl trying to pull some glass out of his foot. "Hey, are you ok? Here, lemme help you with that."

Borys heard footsteps and stopped speaking in an instant, just finishing the word "hotov" (ready). He watched the door way, and reached inside the suitcase lying on his bed...

"No, not really but just get this mutha f:eek: out of me!" yelled Karl in pain.
"Also make it quick, not like one of those slow ones that causes so much pain I could pass out!" added Karl as he was bleeding out

"Er... well... here, lemme get some bandages first." Lars ran to his room and got cotton, wrappings, and disinfectant, then came back. He set them down, and grabbed the glass shard. "Ready?" Knowing he wouldn't be, he yanked the glass out and poured disinfectant over his foot. He put the cotton on and wrapped it up quickly and tightly. "There, how's that?" He said standing up. "It'll sting for a while, but it should be good."

"Oh shiiiit! It hurts like hell...And great I can't go on the beach for awhile, oh well I'm staying for a month and it should be fine within a week or two."
Karl limped to the bar and grabbed two colt 45's, five Skyy Vodka's, three Corona's and a large bottle of Chamtpegne. He then limped to his room, turned on the tv and sat in his bed, drinking for the whole day.

"Why don't ya dump some of that alcohol on the wound? It'll disinfect it and prevent you from getting infected." Lucian called out as Karl limped away.

"Oh shiiiit! It hurts like hell...And great I can't go on the beach for awhile, oh well I'm staying for a month and it should be fine within a week or two."
Karl limped to the bar and grabbed two colt 45's, five Skyy Vodka's, three Corona's and a large bottle of Chamtpegne. He then limped to his room, turned on the tv and sat in his bed, drinking for the whole day.

"I'll talk to you guys later, I need to rest it, drink and watch some tv. I'll se you guys tomorrow." said Karl to everybody as he went into his room.

"Lemonade... and you mean you have two boats?" Nadia seemed skeptical. She wasn't aware of a boating rental, but it was possible the boats had been rented...

"Lemonade... and you mean you have two boats?" Nadia seemed skeptical. She wasn't aware of a boating rental, but it was possible the boats had been rented...


"ok Lemonade for you and coca cola for me and yes i got two boat on hold so pick an i'll call the boat place " David said as he put his shirt back on

"Speedboat." This was what she was used to...

"Speedboat." This was what she was used to...

"done see you in a hour" David said then left to get the drinks and boat

Karl sat in his bed...waiting for the agony to end. All he could do is sit there, watch tv, drink alchahol, and let the deep cut bleed a little everyonce in awhile. It was one of the most painful things that he had ever felt, and he had it happen on vacation. This was almost as bad as when he got shot in the stomach area. This was more painful than when he was stabbed in the chest.

Lucian sat for awhile at the benches before heading down to the beach. He found it was a nice enough day and went back to his room to get his laptop. He walked back to beach and found a vacant umbrella to snag and sit under as he browsed through emails and made sure nothing important had come it.

Karl remembered that East Laos had produced a syrum that could enhance the recovery of his injury. He knew that it was a prototype but he tried it out anyway. Within three hours he could feel it begin to heal. The skin was closing but he knew it would still take a few days. He could partially walk on it and so he walked to the beach. His bandage was rapped well enough so that sand wouldn't get in and infect it. He went on the beach and began to flirt with any girl he could see.
"Hey there ladies!" Karl said in a very flirty voice.

Coming from the direct of the rooms was what sounded like a small platoon of soldiers, marching in unison, coming down the hall. As they entered the lobby, it was 8 Kinstantian Secret Service Agents surrounding King Conner, who was sober, and dressed in an Armani Suit, and his lover, Rob, dressed in Khaki's and a Polo shirt. Behind the 8 agents were 4 personal servants carrying luggage.

The group made its was outside to the parking lot, and stepped into the royal limo, and headed towards the airport.

About 2 minutes later, dressed in another skimpy bikini was Jasmine, the 9 out of 10 knock-out, with her hair in a pony tail, heading off to the bar.

Karl spotted the girl known as Jazmine and walked towards her in the bar. He walked up to her, grabbed a Guiness and walked over to her.
"Why hello there. What's your name?" asked Karl

Jasmine looked at Karl, "My name is Jasmine. Jasmine Carter, sister to Robert Carter who is the husband of Conner I, King of Kinstantia and the Duffy Islands and Defender of the Faith." she said with a grin as two secret service agents walked over to her.

"Well girl how you like to do something soon?" said Karl as he noticed two secret service agents walking over to them.
"i'd love it if you could come to my place later...cause baby girl you hawt!"

Jasmine looked at Karl, "I know I am. Thank you for pointing that out to me. At least now I have the reassurance I need to keep my self-esteem higher than ever because you think I'm 'hawt."

"However, at the same time, I don't think I need your reassurance. I just need you to go away before my two friends here get upset." And with that Jasmine turned towards the bar, and awaited a bar tender.

The two secret service agents just kept staring at Karl.

"Damn, you guards don't look so tough, I bet an international criminal like me could take you to." said Karl to the Guards.
Karl was pretty drunk at this moment and would do anything without caring. He began to intimidate the guards by cussing at them and throwing gang signs at them. He was clearly challenging them and wanted to get into a fight.
"C'mon I'll take you two easy! C'mon Mofos!" yelled Karl in their faces

"hey Jasmine going boating with Nadia want to join"asked David carry a box full of cans

Lucian looked back to see Karl drunk and trying to pick a fight. He couldn't help but walk over, laptop in its case and slung over his shoulder. "Oh god, is he drunk...? Still?"

Jasmine jumped off her barstool and followed David. She decided that she didn't want to be around in the event that the Secret Service agents got a little, well, carried away with their jobs.

The tall, dark suited man with crew cut black hair just stared at the drunken individual. The shorter dark suited man with the short cropped red hair walked over to Karl, grabbed him by the shoulder, and leaned into his ear. "My friend, I suggest you leave us alone. We are here to protect Jasmine, not fight you. Your attempts at trying to intimidate us haven't worked. Now, leave us alone, or we will have to hurt you." The mans eyes and tone of voice definitely would make a sober person realize that he means business.

at the dock David looks at the Boat (http://www.yachtforums.com/forums/palmer-johnson-yacht/8771-review-palmer-johnsons-135-dragon.html)

"ok it's a luxury yacht,but hey we can spend the day on it" he said looking at the two ladies with him

Jasmine walks over to the Yacht. "Impressive. Big boat, big muscles. What else is big around here?"

Jasmine walks over to the Yacht. "Impressive. Big boat, big muscles. What else is big around here?"

"wouldn't you like to know" David said with a smilie as he walked onto the Yacht

Jasmine smirked in his direction, "Ok, killer, let's check this Yacht out." She proceeded to follow David onto the boat.

Jasmine smirked in his direction, "Ok, killer, let's check this Yacht out." She proceeded to follow David onto the boat.

"ha just keep wishing' David said as he they start to look around

"Aye, homie you wanna mess? I'm an international criminal, I got connections! Even if you do manage to fight me and win, I still can send people to kill you!" yelled Karl into one of the agents ears.
Karl began to take a drink out of his bottle, when he decided to break it on a table. He held it up and was ready to hit one of the secret service agents when all of a sudden he felt a sharp pain on his foot where he had cut it. He began swaying until he ran intoa table. His cut was bleeding out, he had stepped on it wrong and reopened the cut. He was bleeding everywhere. He then dropped the sharp broken botle and stepped on it.
"OOWWWW" yelled Karl
Hethen pulled it out of his foot. The worst thing is he stepped on it with his already cut foot.

Lucian rolled his eyes, "Y'know what? I'm gonna carry you back to your room and see if I can see if I can find someone who can stitch that up before you end up destroying your foot anymore."

"Ok man sounds good. Thanks for your help it's greatly appreciated." said Karl, limping back to his room.
"Tell Jasmine that I'm sorry for being an ass. And that when I'm sober we can do something maybe" Karl added

"No problem and will do, now come on." Lucian said, helping Karl back to his room, he then walked to his own and opened up his bag. Where is it... ah, here it is... nope, no stitches... but this should do. He took out a bottle of pills, sleeping pills, Crap, he's drunk and meds and alcohol mix poorly the last time I checked... He put the pills back into the bag and zipped it up, he then grabbed a water bottle and filled it up at the bathroom sink before walking back to Karl's room. He knocked on the door, "Hey, you might want some water, it'll help you get over your hangover."

The Secret Service agents went back to their room.

Meanwhile.. on the yacht.....

"I wish?" replied Jasmine with a laugh, "uh huh. In your dreams, stud!"

She just smirked back at him.

Meanwhile.. on the yacht.....

"I wish?" replied Jasmine with a laugh, "uh huh. In your dreams, stud!"

She just smirked back at him.

"ha no in your dreams" David answers back with a smilie as he heads to the bridge

"Thank you for the water. Hopefully by tomorrow my hangover will be gone. The pain isn't going away but maybe it'll be gone soon. Can you tell me when Jasmine comes back?" asked Karl

"Yeah no problem, I don't think that'll be for a while but don't worry, I'll come and get you when she comes back."

Nadia walked onto the speedboat. "Do you have enough life jackets to go around?" she asked. She could swim, and in a pinch she could even rescue a distressed swimmer, but it was still common sense to have life jackets in case something happened.

Nadia walked onto the speedboat. "Do you have enough life jackets to go around?" she asked. She could swim, and in a pinch she could even rescue a distressed swimmer, but it was still common sense to have life jackets in case something happened.

"yes just open that seat on the rear deck" David said as he sits down an start the Yachts diesels

"ladies joy yourselfs"

"Thanks." Nadia found the compartment and pulled out a life jacket, then slipped her coverup off and held a strap to the jacket in her hand. If she were thrown overboard, she would be able to slip the jacket on easily as long as the propellers didn't get her.

She walked over to Jasmine and smiled. "Have you been boating before?"

'if you ladies like the charts show a small island not far we can drop anchor at" said David looking at them

With everything taken care of, for the moment, Lucian walked back down to the beach, this time leaving his laptop in his room. He made sure his door was locked when he left, when he got to the beach he saw the boat, didn't look like it had left yet but he didn't really care. He took a seat underneath a vacant umbrella and looked out into the ocean. "Jeez... so this is what I miss when I'm stuck in Greywatch... I need to seriously get out more..." he mummbled to himself.

Lars hoped Karl was ok, but he thought he kind of deserved what he got for the way he was acting. But I guess it's not my place to judge others... He walked out to the beach, and saw a boat that was preparing to leave. He saw the people on the boat, and sighed. Wonder what they're doing. Probably going to go get drunk, and who know what else. Lars sighed. Why can't I ever just relax, be reckless, and have fun, not caring of the consequences? But ah well. He looked around. Might as well make good use of the beach. No use sitting in a dark room on a day like this. He sat down on a chair in the sun and reclined it. He turned and saw Lucian sitting under an umbrella, muttering to himself. "So, how's your vacation going?"

Lucian looked back, "Meh, pretty good. Its not like this back home, being landlocked and all. I kinda wish Katja was around a little more since I haven't seen her lately but ah well... so how's your vacation going?"

"Artem" had been working all day, and was at the end of a long conversation with a man on the other end of microphone. He was hiding in the bathroom to prevent himself from being heard, and had been forced to ignore a few knocks on the door. After a five second silence, he received his orders, in a distinct Solyhniyan Ukrainian dialect.

"Це переслаєш до Надія, згодом твої збори починаєтсья."
"Так, Товарищ-Президент." replied Borys. The last word, "Prezydent", seemed to show that he was nervous: he knew that he was very heavily burdened with matters of importance rarely given to such new Spetzpol recruits.

Lars nodded. "Yeah, I've noticed you two have really grown fond of each other. Tell me, what are you going to do when you have to go back to your country?"

"When I go back? I guess I'll do what I always do, return to duty and begin running my airbase again. If Katja and I ever become something more... I'll have to plan it as I go along."

Lars turned back in his seat so he wasn't twisted around, and just turned his head. "You already said you weren't heading back anytime soon, right? So I guess things are pretty slow where you work?"

Having packed up, Borys put on a red and white shirt with jeans, and headed back to the bar, on the look-out for conversation.

Lars turned his head back. Without waiting for Lucian to respond, he somehow fell asleep, with all his thoughts about the cabin and the people in it (some more then others) swarming around in his head.

OOC: Off for a few days.

"Next round's on me, people!"

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Zak woke up in a daze. It was still dark out and he some how managed in his stupor to make it back to his room and on to his bed. But not before barfing in the toilet first. It seemed strange. The clock radio said that it was 4 in the morning. He decided to get some more rest before heading out later.

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It was 8 am according to his clock radio he managed to get some water from the bathroom to try and help his hangover long enough for him to eat half a sandwich. He was still sleepy enough that he thought he could do with some more rest. He went back onto his bed.

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After drinking almost 400 ml of water, Zak was feeling better this afternoon. The Clock Radio said that it was about four in the afternoon. 12 hours had passed since he had some how managed to get into his room. He decided he was well enough to go out. He had another approximately 200 ml of water before coming out. He soon made his way into the beach house. He felt bloody aweful and it was because of the alcohol but somehow when he heard the strange wierdo who must've lit the fireworks yell out, "Next round is on me." he wanted some of that.

"Have what you want. Hell, even double it! What's your name?"

"I have been boating before," replied Jasmine, "on the Royal Yacht." She sat down in a seat. "It's not quite as nice as this one because of the fact they've had it for about 10 years. But, I'm a yacht kinda girl. No dingy's for me!" she quipped.

The bush plane finally got it's permission to land on the small runway. A tall blonde, mid 30's age, stepped on the tarmac. She adjusted her sunglasses as she proceeded to the terminal. She looked of Germanic descent, with a blue eyes, square jaw and slender hips. Her eyes darted from side to side as she'd never been to so "out of the way place". The bus trip wouldn't take very long and she looked forward to completing this days travels. Her plans included a few days rest, take in some local flavor, and then some shopping in Paris. Marcy had money. Not really her money but her husbands money. He was loaded. He considered Marcy his possession, not a partner in life. She considered him her meal ticket not her husband. She was used to traveling alone. She enjoyed traveling alone, and did it often. The bus ride was hot, but short enough. She stepped out at the retreat and thought that this would do quite nicely for the short time she intended to stay. In the lobby was was a large area attached and a darkened room. Upon inspection she discovered it to be the bar. A figure that Marcy hadn't seen in many years was at a small table. Marcy was shocked to see him there. She thought of the movie "Casablanca" when Rick said "In all the bars in al the world, she had to walk into mine" She was sure he hadn't seen her and being caught so unprepared she certainly didn't want to just walk up and start talking now. She went to the lobby desk and fished around for a credit card. She thought that this was certainly a fortunate turn of events...

Bob was at his small table in the corner of the bar room. He had avoided Katja as best he could for the last few days. It wasn't personal, but she had to think about his proposel without any pressure from him. He has soured somewhat on his desire to own it anyway. He wondered what this place would be like without her, and knew it wouldn't be the same. She WAS this place. It was wonderful because of her, not in spite of her. He decided not to think about it any longer tonight. His tonic had gone flat and he needed another one.

After spending a few days in his room mostly he deciced his foot was fine and removed the bandage. And yes it most certainly was fine, a large scar but besides that nothing else. He had found out that the girl Jasmine he had talked to earlier was a yacht person. And considering how big of a criminal he once was, he decided to use the money he had in reserve. He walked up to a fairly large yacht, handed the man there a roll of money consiting of 5 million dollars. He then got into it and started the engine. He drove right by the yacht Jasmine was on and stopped it.
"Hey there, any of you like to leave this tiny yacht and join me here?" asked Karl, completely sober for over 2 days.

"I have been boating before," replied Jasmine, "on the Royal Yacht." She sat down in a seat. "It's not quite as nice as this one because of the fact they've had it for about 10 years. But, I'm a yacht kinda girl. No dingy's for me!" she quipped.

" Assault Ship and landing boats"David said as the ropes were casted off and he slowly moved the boat from the dock

"I couldn't afford one," said Nadia. "Not on a military salary." Pay wasn't that high, and even generals could expect to make about $60,000 a year, but it was increasing with the greater cost of living.

"hell it's only i know someone who i saved is how i can use this boat" said David who was steering the boat out of the Harbour

Jasmine ignored the man in the Yacht next to her and continued to enjoy the one she was on.

"Well, Conner is the only member of the Royal Family left. Everyone else is dead or in jail." She said, "So, he has everything a 19yo King could want."

She got a little bit quiet at this point, "the problem is Rob and Conner asked me to do something, and I don't quite know what I should do."

"what did they ask" David said setting the boat on Auto once they were safe out to sea

"Well," Jasmine said with a tone of reluctance, "you know that they are gay, and Conner is the last of the line of the House of Phillips, and he wants a kid, and I am Rob's sister...."

Jasmine just kind of looked at David with that look of 'you know what I am trying to say'

"What about artificial insemination?" asked Nadia. "If... it... makes you uncomfortable. Have you considered it?"

"so they ask you ,did say who with " David said as he open a can of coca cola ,then checks the screens

"Well, I'm not going to have sex with Conner. It's literally like having sex with my brother." said Jasmine, "I know about artificial insemination. That's what they talked about."

Jasmine motioned to David to throw her a Coke, "It would resemble Rob and Conner, but I don't think that I can do that."

"here" David said as he passed one as she talks and he keeps a eye on things

"I mean, first off, thinking about Conner wanking into a container, and some doctor 'injecting me' with his little soldiers doesn't seem too appealing. I'd rather sleep with that drunken idiot who was trying to fight my Secret Service detail!" Jasmine quipped.

"Secondly, if I did do it, for 9 months I'd have a kid growing inside me. It would put quite the kink into my sex life. Not to mention, who would date a woman carrying another mans child?"

"Finally, once it's born, I just give it up. I don't know if I would be able to do that after 9 months."

"don't know what to say, my life not a easy thing to get ones head around if you a outsider " David said

"Well, that's all for that." Jasmine said with a sigh, "Let's all have fun!"

"Jasmine you are hot you never know what can happen you may find someone who could help" David said with a wink then looks at the radar

"we be at the island so,then i can join you,i think there alcohol and food on this boat as well"

"Thanks, killer!" said Jasmine with a smile, "you're not so bad looking yourself!"

Nadia nodded. "About two years ago... I was raped by a Kraven soldier," she said. "Didn't know I was pregnant until I... had a nervous breakdown and ended up in a hospital where they tested me. Chalked up all the hormonal changes to stress."

"So, about five or six months later, I go into labour and totally freak out, I'm... giving birth to the biggest baby the nurses had seen, about six kilos. I wanted to raise the baby as my own... didn't care how he looked, but some Kravenites raided the nursery, took the baby. I dunno what became of him..."

Nadia's voice began to shake. "I... need something to drink."

Nadia's voice began to shake. "I... need something to drink."

"Cyrodiilic Brandy 99 percent poof' David said taking the bottle out of his pack
"pour me a glass too"

"Jasmine an think i can help you"

"What are you gonna do, impregnate me so they can't?" she joked.

(OOC going offline to sleep)

Nadia nodded. "Thanks." She took a gulp of the liquor and took a deep breath. She didn't much like the taste of brandy, but it did a good job of getting her fucked up. She poured another glass.

She wiped her face and sat next to Jasmine. "Well, the child would be raised by your brother... so it's not like you're giving him up. Do you... have any other nieces or nephews?"

"What are you gonna do, impregnate me so they can't?" she joked.

"would that be bad you would know the father is and know he was good looking,then the other way of not knowing who you been with" David said as he hits a button to drop the anchor as he turns the engines off, as they now were at the island

Nadia nodded. "Thanks." She took a gulp of the liquor and took a deep breath. She didn't much like the taste of brandy, but it did a good job of getting her fucked up. She poured another glass.

"yuor welcame and i got a bottle Imperial Flin whisky if needed ,along with what other drinks are on this thing"

Marcy unpacked as fast as she could. Changed into a slinky bathing suit, flip flops, and a short robe. Combed her hair, fresh lip stick and went downstairs. She slowly walked into the bar hoping Bob would recognize her and start the conversation.He looks older, and tired, but still very good Bob never glanced in her direction and appeared to be deep in thought.

By midnight, "Artem" was completely drunk. The whole evening was spent with drinking games and singing Cossack songs. Spontaneously, he got up, and swiftly staggered to his room. Ten seconds later, he returned with a balalaika, and began to play some Russian and Ukrainian classics.

"Wow, thanks," Zak sat down for what he didn't know would be an afternoon and evening of drinking games and Cossack songs with this guy named Artem. Zak didn't know how late it was but supposed that it was early in the morning. Suddenly the guy stumbled away and came back what felt like a minute later, with a strange guitar-type instrument. He started playing and Zak made up the words as they went along. He didn't know they were actual songs, not being played and made up by Artem on the spot.

"Kalinka, kalinka, kalinka moja..."

Karl figured that what he was doing had to no point, so he went back to shore, got onto land and took the 5 mil right from the owner of the yacht. He then proceded to head to his room. When he had gotten inside he grabbed his cell phone and his computer. He then walked outside and turned on his laptop and dialed his phone. After about five minutes he hung up his phone and continued on his laptop. He made sure that no one was looking at what he was doing, considering it was illegal.
"Wow, this'll help me out big time." muttered Karl to himself as he closed his laptop and suspiciously walked back to his room and put the laptop back in his suicase. Karl then grabbed a series of classified documents, walked to the bar and grabbed a colt 45 beer. Karl sat down on a chair at the beach and began reading the documents titled "International Drug Smuggling Program" Karl was reading on several documents regarding smuggling drugs and other illegal things back to his nation. He had been hired by the East Laosian government to get drugs back to their nation. They weren't going to need them but they were working on a program to create a new drug to cure certain illnesses. But this vaccine made out of spceific drugs was frowned upon most of the world. So he new that he'd be arrested if anyone found out.

"Ji warek at tun pelaç por tun bir," sang Zak. He wasn't that drunk seeing as he hadn't had a drink for about an hour now.

By the early morning, Artem was too tired to keep up these melodic tunes any longer, and donned his prized, expensive instrument back in its case. He turned to Zak, with whom he had been socialising all night.

"So, what do you do for a living?" The alcohol was wearing off a little, and he couldn't remember whether he had asked this before.

"I am on the board of directors of the second largest corporation based in my home country. It has too many subsidies to keep track of and I am only a few promotions from CEO. What do you do for a living and perhaps we should have some water?"

"I am on the board of directors of the second largest corporation based in my home country. It has too many subsidies to keep track of and I am only a few promotions from CEO. What do you do for a living and perhaps we should have some water?"

"Water; a sensible idea, friend! I'm a civil servant back in Solyhniya. I work for the 'Ministry of Wealth', overseeing taxes for the island of Volodymyr. You may know that Boryslav, the capital, is on Volodymyr, so I have my work cut out for such a small island.!"

OOC; spz guys my internet was playing around, I am actually just checking the thread from work, hopefully I shall be back on this evening tho

OOC: yay, you're back

OOC: w00t! I suppose that I must have met you in character at some point, but w00t nevertheless.

Nadia nodded and looked around. She normally didn't talk about her experience being raped, or losing her child, so easily, but it was her only time having a child, the only thing she could relate.

"Yeah, I'll need more."

Nadia nodded and looked around. She normally didn't talk about her experience being raped, or losing her child, so easily, but it was her only time having a child, the only thing she could relate.

"Yeah, I'll need more."

'if you had a child now you think you be a good mother" asked David as he hands her a bottle and open one for himself

"Probably," Nadia replied. She did a good enough job looking after her troops. "After what I've been through... wiping a few smelly butts is nothing."

"Probably," Nadia replied. She did a good enough job looking after her troops. "After what I've been through... wiping a few smelly butts is nothing."

"hope you have a child before time pass" David said as he looked at her

"So, Zak, I suppose your company uses aircraft, does it not? Stupid question, but seriously, I want to know."

"So, Zak, I suppose your company uses aircraft, does it not? Stupid question, but seriously, I want to know."

"Water; a sensible idea, friend! I'm a civil servant back in Solyhniya. I work for the 'Ministry of Wealth', overseeing taxes for the island of Volodymyr. You may know that Boryslav, the capital, is on Volodymyr, so I have my work cut out for such a small island.!"

"Interesting. I am curious as to whether or not the red menace has spread to your nation. As for air craft, more likely than not. In fact I would probably be the guy to talk to about that because I run all the subsidies in tiny nations most people have never heard of such as Sygmir or Talentay. The OSAFU prevents those nations from doing anything about it so we conduct business Uir style over they. I travel sometimes to oversee some of the larger operations however mostly I am just the one who gets all the messages from the managers who are overseas to the Board of Directors in Gogari. Why do you ask?"

"Well, I mean Conner would be the daddy, that much I know," replied Jasmine, "but hey, that's not happening now. Let's drink!"

Karl looked around to make sure no one was eyeballing what he was reading.
"Damn, homie ain't two grindin', he ain't scrawny neither." Karl said to himself as he continued to read the documents. Once he was done he walked back to his room to place the documents inside. When he was walking he accidentaly lost grip of the papers. He quickly picked all of them up, but there was one problem, he couldn't find two of the papers.
"Damnit! If someone reads those then they would know what I'm really here for!" muttered Karl under his breath.
He continued to look for them but couldn't and finally gave up and returned to his room, placed the other papers on the desk, and went to the bar. He then sat down at the bar and began drinking, only not alchahol. He was drinking a Coke which was unusual for him. He noticed a lot of people were there. A lot of ladies to pick up, after all he had given up on Jasmine, well unless she asked him.

"Interesting. I am curious as to whether or not the red menace has spread to your nation. As for air craft, more likely than not. In fact I would probably be the guy to talk to about that because I run all the subsidies in tiny nations most people have never heard of such as Sygmir or Talentay. The OSAFU prevents those nations from doing anything about it so we conduct business Uir style over they. I travel sometimes to oversee some of the larger operations however mostly I am just the one who gets all the messages from the managers who are overseas to the Board of Directors in Gogari. Why do you ask?"

"Do you have any flight paths within two-hundred and fifty miles of these coordinates?" Artem pulled a set of papers from his pocket with a map of the nation of Habajan.

Marcy estimated that she had been "fixing' herself for about 40 minutes,for her entrance into the bar. She walked into the darkened room and ordered a pink champagne without sitting down. Once her ordered was filled, she walked over to the small corner table and sat down. Bob raised his head as Marcy smiled. " Hello Bobby" she quietly said. Bob knew instantly that it was Marcy Hellinger. "I don't believe it, he whispered . Is it really you"?........... "What on earth are you doing here".....She sat back in her chair and smiled even wider, her dimples showed., " Hopefully about to have a splendid time" she thought ......Hopefully, about to have a splendid time", she thought.........

"I don't even know how long a mile is, nevermind how any of my flightpaths could fly near an island which doesn't exist. I know all the small obscure countries and this island is clearly marked Habajan which doesn't exist. So either your country has manufactured this or its labelled wrong. Why does it matter anyways? And why have you not answered my query about the Red Menace?"

Karl noticed that no one had found his papers yet. He was in the clear for now, after drinking his coke he got up from his table, walked towards the back of the bar and sat down. A man about 6'4" entered the bar, he was black as well only he was very muscular. He walked over to the table and handed Karl a suit case, then walked out.
"Well what do we have here?" Karl asked.

Bob couldn't make his mouth obey his mind. I can't believe your really here! How?.....But where"? ..... Marcy laughed, "The same way I imagine you've arrived,.... by plane", she said " No, I mean why, and ...." Words left him. She knew she really surprised him. He didn't talk for a moment. Marcy stated to giggle, "Bobby, you were always so funny, and I see you still are." Bob just stared at her "Well, she said, " I decided to have a little vacation", she paused, and then continued " and this place seemed to be just what I was looking for,..... course I never expected to see you here ". Bob took Marcy's hand in his, "My God, you look great" A small embarrassed look shown on her face. Thank you, she said, "you look very fit and certainly well tanned also. I almost thought you were a local" she lied. He settled back down in his chair, " Marcy, Wow, he said more calmly, Tell me about yourself, what have you been doing, and where have you been". Although Bob didn't mention it, she looked incredibly good. He couldn't help but notice her bathing suit, and the robe that was slightly open showing ample upper body portions. He saw her legs were still shapely, and she smelled incredible. "I hope you'll be staying for a while" he said. Marcy's smile took a sexier, pouty shape, and she got close to Bob's ear... "Well, that depends, on how well, I get along with the people here. " she whispered. She backed away from Bob's ear, and took a sip of her drink. "Bobby, you just don't know how good it is to see you"..........

He opened the suit case and inside was 3 million dollars, 3 kilos of cocaine, several classified documents containing classified information, and a fake passport. Karl quickly closed the suit case and set it on the table.
"Damn, I have to put this away before some one sees me." said Karl quietly.
Karl wondered why no one was acknowlaging him or indicating he existed.

OOC: Did i get hit with the ban hammer?

OOC: lol i meant to say the ignore cannon...oops

"Well, I mean Conner would be the daddy, that much I know," replied Jasmine, "but hey, that's not happening now. Let's drink!"

"here drink up" David said as he hand her a glass

Karl walked into his room and went into the bathroom. He stared himself in the mirror, he didn't know what he was looking at cause he didn't reconize himself.

After about 5 mins of staring at himself, he walked outside to the bar again.
"Attension everybody! I will be taking this entire place over and there's nothing anyof you can do about it! Cause ya' boy here gon' teach you to do what it do!" Yelled Karl at everybody, waiting for their responses.

JAsmine took the drink, while perched in a seat, and began to drink it. "Mmm.. this is good. Thank you."

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Meanwhile, back in the bar, from behind Karl, two Kinstantian Secret Service agents crept up, drew their guns. "FREEZE!" They yelled, pistols pointed at Karl's back.

Jasmine took the drink, while perched in a seat, and began to drink it. "Mmm.. this is good. Thank you."

"you welcame Jasmine ,so aside from drinking who up for some fun,we got a spa we can sit in or play cards"

Nadia looked around the liquor cabinet. Alcohol tends to dehydrate one, so right now she wanted some water to replenish her fluids before having another drink...

"Hey, Killer, a spa sounds good right now." She unperched herself and started walked up to David. "Why don't you show us where it is?"

after handing a cold bottle of water to the Nadia ,David turned to Jasmine

"follow me to the front deck"

Nadia tanked up on the clear, cold liquid and had little else to do on the ship. She fished out a bottle of wine and a glass and looked around for the spa part.

Jasmine followed David. She sipped her drink a little more. She looked back to see if Nadia was following.

at the spa David turn to Nadia and Jasmine

"ladies first" He said taking off his jacket and shirt

"Well, Nadia is more of a lady than I am, but..." Jasmine said as she slinked into the spa.

Nadia smiled and sat next to Jasmine. "What do you mean?" She was used to her people being called barbarians, peasants, or worse by people in other countries.

"Well, as far as that goes, maybe people just don't understand your people." Jasmine replied.

"Well, Nadia is more of a lady than I am, but..." Jasmine said as she slinked into the spa.

'it only matters when you need to be one,right now with me, i don't care if you go wild an try to have your way with me"

"Ok, you know what I really, really, really would love for you to do right now?" Jasmine said seductively.

"Ok, you know what I really, really, really would love for you to do right now?" Jasmine said seductively.

"why don't you just say it and see what happens"

"Make me a sandwich!" Jasmine said with a laugh, "I've never had a man cook for me."

"Make me a sandwich!" Jasmine said with a laugh, "I've never had a man cook for me."

"what make you think i can cook" said David as he left


some time later he returns with a tray with three sandwhichs (http://throwingfood.com/bacon-avocado-sandwich.jpg) and three glasses

" three Bacon Avocado Sandwiches and three Cafe mocha"

Jasmine took a sandwich, and a mocha, and enjoyed how delicious they were. "Thanks, killer, I appreciate it." She looked David in the eye rather seductively.

(OOC: Bedtime. It's 6am here on the US East Coast.)

"I don't even know how long a mile is, nevermind how any of my flightpaths could fly near an island which doesn't exist. I know all the small obscure countries and this island is clearly marked Habajan which doesn't exist. So either your country has manufactured this or its labelled wrong. Why does it matter anyways? And why have you not answered my query about the Red Menace?"

"The Red Menace? Communism? No. Our government is Democratic Socialist. Business is permitted, as it is every man's right to organise, but the corporate ability to exploit and profiteer is severly hindered by our progressive social policies. A good, yet simple example is how all utilities are owned by the state, so that water and electricity are provided to the People for no profit.

"Habajan exists, but is not regarded as a nation because of a lot of bureacratic complications. If I show you a larger map, do you think you have any flights close to this area? A mile is about two kilometres, by the way."

OOC: Who gave you that figure? 1 mi = about 1.6 km

IC:

"Ah, I see. So your workers get payed more than 1 USD/hr? And...and the government...runs schools? I've heard of such things but they always seemed absolutely absurd to me," Zak continued, "Why would such flights matter anyways? Are you at war with Habajan?"

Nadia began eating her sandwich. "This is good," she said. She turned to Jasmine and smiled. "Do you like him?" she asked teasingly.

OOC: Who gave you that figure? 1 mi = about 1.6 km

IC:

"Ah, I see. So your workers get payed more than 1 USD/hr? And...and the government...runs schools? I've heard of such things but they always seemed absolutely absurd to me," Zak continued, "Why would such flights matter anyways? Are you at war with Habajan?"

OOC: Sorry, I meant nautical miles, since they're ordinary for Solyhniya.

IC:

"Our workers are paid enough for their own house and for luxuries. Poverty in Solyhniya is under one percent, and the government is exceedingly popular. Democracy is rather pointless, because there isn't really much left for people to want to vote for. Voting for local representatives in the Kozatska Rada is always more of a big deal.

"As for war with Habajan, no, no. The flight doesn't really matter."

Jasmine took a sandwich, and a mocha, and enjoyed how delicious they were. "Thanks, killer, I appreciate it." She looked David in the eye rather seductively.
'cool"
Nadia began eating her sandwich. "This is good," she said. She turned to Jasmine and smiled. "Do you like him?" she asked teasingly.

'yur when not busy in wars and running my Infantry Division or looking after family ,i did a cooking class" David said before he looks at Jasmine

OOC: Sorry, I meant nautical miles, since they're ordinary for Solyhniya.

IC:

"Our workers are paid enough for their own house and for luxuries. Poverty in Solyhniya is under one percent, and the government is exceedingly popular. Democracy is rather pointless, because there isn't really much left for people to want to vote for. Voting for local representatives in the Kozatska Rada is always more of a big deal.

"As for war with Habajan, no, no. The flight doesn't really matter."

OOC: Oh. Then there is an easy-to-remember conversion because the nautical mile is defined in metres. Its 1:1.852.
IC:
"Sounds close to communism to me but I suppose it still technically isn't communism. Definetly Red. As for poverty, we have a 2.55% unemployment rate but that is mostly people who are in labour camps or insane assylums. I suppose you would have to define luxuries. In Uiri, most roads are 3 lanes wide - 1 for automobiles and two for bicycles. We have found bicycles to be cheaper, working-class friendly and enviromentally friendly so all three political parties endorse it."

OOC: Oh. Then there is an easy-to-remember conversion because the nautical mile is defined in metres. Its 1:1.852.
IC:
"Sounds close to communism to me but I suppose it still technically isn't communism. Definetly Red. As for poverty, we have a 2.55% unemployment rate but that is mostly people who are in labour camps or insane assylums. I suppose you would have to define luxuries. In Uiri, most roads are 3 lanes wide - 1 for automobiles and two for bicycles. We have found bicycles to be cheaper, working-class friendly and enviromentally friendly so all three political parties endorse it."

"In Solyhniya, we were one of the first countries to lift the veil on a lot of Nikolaj Tesla's inventions for the sake of the People. Free electricity is provided to all, and is channelled through the air. It is generated simply by taking it from the Ionosphere. We venerate Tesla as a national and international hero. Even though he was in fact Serbian, his inventions have done a great service to everyone able to call themselves Solyhniyan."

"I've never heard that name before; and I went to University. Wait...didn't you say you went to Uni too, Artem? Does the government run education?"

"Many people go to university in Solyhniya. It's totally free to anyone with an average wage. Of course, if you have come to Solyhniya to study, you're expected to pay for your education, or if you have a lot of inheritance.

"Even manual labourers go to a sort of a 'Labour College', where they learn useful and real skills, whilst they are granted a fair academic curriculum at the same time. Knowledge is regarded with great reverence in Solyhniya."

"but...but... that is absurd! It must cost 1,000's of kg's of money to run such an expensive program. You must have extremely high taxes. How do the poor survive?"

"He's cute, but I don't know him that well." Jasmine replied.

Nadia nodded in agreement and asked David, "What're you planning?"

"but...but... that is absurd! It must cost 1,000's of kg's of money to run such an expensive program. You must have extremely high taxes. How do the poor survive?"

"Tax is relative, means-tested, and most of all, fair. The wealthy pay a greater percentage of their annual income in tax. This all goes to pay for education and healthcare. The Solyhniyan economy is free, but very well-planned.

"Just out of interest, if I wanted to hire a private jet, could your company do that for me?"

Nadia nodded in agreement and asked David, "What're you planning?"

"don't have a plan,all i know i have been let off my Chain and been given permission to have sex with free willing single ladies"

"Tax is relative, means-tested, and most of all, fair. The wealthy pay a greater percentage of their annual income in tax. This all goes to pay for education and healthcare. The Solyhniyan economy is free, but very well-planned.

"Just out of interest, if I wanted to hire a private jet, could your company do that for me?"

"FAIR? Don't you talk to me about being FAIR. SOLYHNIYA has something to learn about FAIR. FAIR is when everyone has an equal chance. NOT this dumb ROBINHOOD policy to help out those who FAILED MISERABLY. Now, YOU go to UIRI, and THEN talk about FAIR.

Now as for Private Jets, would that be with or without a trained pilot?"

"FAIR? Don't you talk to me about being FAIR. SOLYHNIYA has something to learn about FAIR. FAIR is when everyone has an equal chance. NOT this dumb ROBINHOOD policy to help out those who FAILED MISERABLY. Now, YOU go to UIRI, and THEN talk about FAIR.

Now as for Private Jets, would that be with or without a trained pilot?"

"Our social and economic policies are designed to help those who can't get what they deserve. Everyone is given an equal chance; hence, free education, obviously. Those who are given all the chances - university, labour college etcetera - and refuse those chances receive nothing at all. State benefits are in place for single parents and handicapped people. Even then, most Solyhniyan establishments can taylor-make jobs to fit certain disabilities. I find your description of fair quite strange.

"Anyway, we can agree to disagree, right? Regarding the plane, we can arrange a pilot, we just need the plane, and a flight path."

"You need permission?" asked Nadia. "In Kahanistan, commanders generally don't get involved in your sex life. I've known guys who were really flamboyant about it, but usually when you're on leave, everyone knows you're out to get laid." Not that Nadia was the kind to casually float about spreading her legs. She was actually seen as slightly prudish back home.

"Our social and economic policies are designed to help those who can't get what they deserve. Everyone is given an equal chance; hence, free education, obviously. Those who are given all the chances - university, labour college etcetera - and refuse those chances receive nothing at all. State benefits are in place for single parents and handicapped people. Even then, most Solyhniyan establishments can taylor-make jobs to fit certain disabilities. I find your description of fair quite strange.

"Anyway, we can agree to disagree, right? Regarding the plane, we can arrange a pilot, we just need the plane, and a flight path."

"Those who can't? Well, you are right, we should just agree to disagree. Two very sensitive topics are always politics and religion. As for a Jet, it is good that you can arrange for a pilot because we cannot. As for a flight path, you would have to chart that yourself, we just allow you to rent or buy yourself a private jet airplane."

"You need permission?" asked Nadia. "In Kahanistan, commanders generally don't get involved in your sex life. I've known guys who were really flamboyant about it, but usually when you're on leave, everyone knows you're out to get laid." Not that Nadia was the kind to casually float about spreading her legs. She was actually seen as slightly prudish back home.

"no they have nothing to do with my sex life it my three mates who given permission to me to go out and get laid"

"Three mates?" Jasmine replied with curiousity

"Are they here?" Nadia asked.

"Three mates?" Jasmine replied with curiousity
"oh yur wifes as you would say, the woman of imperial passed a law letting males marry up to three females but there been case of four,the law was pased after the Third Imperial Helghan war"
"Are they here?" Nadia asked.
"no they back home"

"Those who can't? Well, you are right, we should just agree to disagree. Two very sensitive topics are always politics and religion. As for a Jet, it is good that you can arrange for a pilot because we cannot. As for a flight path, you would have to chart that yourself, we just allow you to rent or buy yourself a private jet airplane."

"Fantastic, thank-you! I have a friend who needs some cargo moving from Habajan, before the war makes that impossible. I need some kind of private plane... something under Сг200,000,000 which is about 450,000,000USD."

"In fact, I came over here in my own personal plane. If you pay me 400,000,000 USDs you can take it from here, right now although I would need it back by September 30th and without any dent or scratch or any damage which wasn't there before you took it. And there aren't any right now so be careful. If these are acceptable terms and conditions I think we have an oral contract."

"Oh. Kahanistan has a large Semitic population, lots of Arabs and Jews, so polygamy is legal there. We also have a Mormon minority and some pagans. It's very rare in practice, though... probably about one percent of the population is in some kind of plural marriage." Nadia looked at David. "So, you're married?"

"I thank-you humbly for your kind offer, but we really need a plane to keep. It also needs to be sent to Dhor, in Kurzhivsko Chornorus before it makes its flight."

"Oh. Kahanistan has a large Semitic population, lots of Arabs and Jews, so polygamy is legal there. We also have a Mormon minority and some pagans. It's very rare in practice, though... probably about one percent of the population is in some kind of plural marriage." Nadia looked at David. "So, you're married?"

"yes two from my own nation and one from Ixania, but as you can see you not see a ring, as we wear a gold dogtag to show we are married"

"Ah, well then I suppose you should contact Yalon Conogolomerat. The best way would probably be by e-mail. Anyways, its been a long night and its about noon. I'm going to go and sleep. I'll see you tomorrow, "Zak finished his water and headed into his cabin.

"Wow. In Kinstantia, polygamy is frowned upond." Jasmine said with an air of disappointment.

"Wow, I couldn't see moving to another country just to marry someone," Nadia replied.

"Wow. In Kinstantia, polygamy is frowned upond." Jasmine said with an air of disappointment.
"oh please your a free woman who can make up her own mind if she want to be part of one or not"
"Wow, I couldn't see moving to another country just to marry someone," Nadia replied.
"it' happens"

Artem went back to his room, booted his laptop and wrote an account of the day, taking about twenty minutes, before showering and going to bed.

Nadia took a drink. "I'd have trouble marrying two, or three, or four guys myself." She ran her hands over her legs in the water. "Could you imagine the strain... being fucked by four guys straight every morning?"

She looked at David. "I suppose some people like it. It's not common, but unlike some places we don't make felons of polygamists."

Nadia took a drink. "I'd have trouble marrying two, or three, or four guys myself." She ran her hands over her legs in the water. "Could you imagine the strain... being fucked by four guys straight every morning?"

She looked at David. "I suppose some people like it. It's not common, but unlike some places we don't make felons of polygamists."

"yes i can at sixteen i had ten girls fuck me straight at a party they ask me to, an we can't make felons of polygamists seeing it's in the law passed to bring number back up" David said as he drinks

"mind you i don't see you having a hard time with one guy"

OOC: I'm one of the newer nations, hello to everybody here.

IC: General Mikhail Mikasik, Head of Veranvakian Special Operations, a taller than average man with short dark hair and startlingly pale green eyes, and dressed in a black suit, stalked down the ramp of the helicopter, with his usual air of harried anger. The copilot and the pilot were both thinking "Even on vacation he looks like he's about to start shooting someone any second...." Mikhail walked down towards the Beach House, stopping to briefly glance at the area around it. Feeling a bit grumpy from wrangling with Procurement earlier that day, he stalked into the Beach House, his eyes darting around to take in the scene. Feeling a bit more hesitant now, as he hadn't been out to just relax in ages, he approached the bar slowly, and ordered a vodka.

Nadia nodded. "Sounds fun, if that's what you like. I guess... for me it's more that I've been taken advantage of before, rather than the physical act. So I'm less willing to open up, you might have noticed I need booze before I loosen up much."

Nadia nodded. "Sounds fun, if that's what you like. I guess... for me it's more that I've been taken advantage of before, rather than the physical act. So I'm less willing to open up, you might have noticed I need booze before I loosen up much."


"you would think so but ten way too many,can't say i've been taken advantage ,but i can say i've seen a woman have her child cut out of her and thrown to a pack of dogs who had not eaten for days,just to make me talk" David said then looks at the bottle he had then back at Nadia

"i need it to forget sametimes"

Mikhail drank his vodka, then, since nobody had taken any apparent notice of him, he began to feel a bit more comfortable. He glanced out the window at the sea, and remembering how much fun he used to have boating, decided to rent a boat. He began to walk out of the room, but stepped on something on his way out. He looked down and saw a paper on the floor. He stooped down and picked it up, looking at it carefully. It seemed fairly important, mentioning East Laos and drug smuggling, and a man named Karl, but it was scarce on details. "Interesting" Mikhail mused to himself, then he put it in his pocket, and walked down to the boat rental nearby. He rented a fairly large motorboat, and drove it out onto the sea. He noticed a small yacht nearby, he stopped the boat at fairly close range to it to take a better look. There seemed to about 3 people on board enjoying a spa. "That actually looks relaxing" Mikhail muttered to himself. He then lay down on the front of his boat with the sun setting in his face, over the water. It was a enchanting sight, and for the first time in a while, he actually smiled.

Nadia looked shocked. "How... barbaric." She had not seen that level of brutality from Kraven... had attributed that form of barbarity to foes like the Freeks, Doomani, and possibly Kregaians.

She finished off her glass. "I... need more," she said. She moved closer to David to let him top her off.

Nadia looked shocked. "How... barbaric." She had not seen that level of brutality from Kraven... had attributed that form of barbarity to foes like the Freeks, Doomani, and possibly Kregaians.

She finished off her glass. "I... need more," she said. She moved closer to David to let him top her off.

"then after they sticked a needle in me and change me DNA,now i can change my form" David said as he tops her up

"Change your form? To what?" Nadia took another drink.

Mikhail sat enjoying the sight of the sun setting over the water for a while, then decided to head back. He turned the motor back on, but nothing happened. He tried again, but the motor would not start. He cursed, and tried to figure out what the problem was. He eventually located a couple of snapped wires that he couldn't do anything about without tools. He glanced over at the yacht, hesitated, then thought "Well it's better than swimming back" and he called over to the yacht "Hey! My motor is dead, can you give me a lift please?"

"Change your form? To what?" Nadia took another drink.
"a werewolf,fuck knows how they did it,never under stand what i read before destroying the files" David before drinking from the bottle

Nadia stood up. The guy in the other boat could see her standing. "Looks like someone needs help," she said. She waved over to him.

Nadia stood up. The guy in the other boat could see her standing. "Looks like someone needs help," she said. She waved over to him.

" let the coast guard handle him they just caming around the island"

Nadia shook her head. She didn't see any vessels and didn't feel like leaving a stranded boater. On the other hand, she must have looked rather inviting to whoever was out there... especially if they were male.

Mikhail waved at the other boat, and shouted "Can you give me a hand here? This stupid motor gave out on me, a couple of wires snapped."

Nadia shook her head. She didn't see any vessels and didn't feel like leaving a stranded boater. On the other hand, she must have looked rather inviting to whoever was out there... especially if they were male.

"small rubber boat on the port side heard them before you" David said

Mikhail waved at the other boat, and shouted "Can you give me a hand here? This stupid motor gave out on me, a couple of wires snapped."

"coast guard can tow you back" David then turn to Nadia and hand her a PDA
'been watching by a UAV too"

Mikhail saw the other boat coming and called "Never mind" to the yacht. The Coast Guard picked him up, and soon he was back at the beach, laying out on the sands in shorts with a vodka beside him.

"Wires snapped?" Nadia replied. "I'll ask if we have any tools..."

He'd understand that this wasn't her boat. She looked out to port and saw a tiny rubber boat. Then again, if she could hear him, the coast guard boat likely could, too...

Nadia briefly wondered why the coast guard would choose tiny rubber boats; a speedboat would be more effective at rescuing drowning people or answering distress calls. Maybe it wasn't a coast guard boat after all. "Do we have any tools here for fixing wires?"

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"You watch the Coast Guard with that?" she asked when it was all over.

"Wires snapped?" Nadia replied. "I'll ask if we have any tools..."

He'd understand that this wasn't her boat. She looked out to port and saw a tiny rubber boat. Then again, if she could hear him, the coast guard boat likely could, too...

Nadia briefly wondered why the coast guard would choose tiny rubber boats; a speedboat would be more effective at rescuing drowning people or answering distress calls. Maybe it wasn't a coast guard boat after all. "Do we have any tools here for fixing wires?"

"Nadia it's a broading party from a bigger ship, they here to check the boat so clam down they can two him back to mother ship" David before going to deal with the coast guard

"You watch the Coast Guard with that?" she asked when it was all over.

"yes can't be at the radar screen so i have that up"

Nadia looked confused. "Why do you monitor the Coast Guard?"