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Assassination Attempt Made on Ursavian President's Life (Open)

Ursava
09-09-2008, 23:36
Zigana Saáry walked on to the stage. This was just a press conference about what she planned to do about their foreign relations with countries such as Roef which was producing missiles at a phenomenal rate and which had given them to other, smaller, and more reckless nations.

“Ladies and gentlemen, I thank you for attending this press conference. I realize that for a nation our size, nearby countries mass-producing missiles of any variety can be quite the scary prospect. Unfortunately for us, these countries are very real and very close as well. Besides this, we have smaller threats such as the thankfully dwindling Monarchist rebels. Despite this, I promise you that we are doing are best efforts to...” As the president spoke on, a officer noticed something.

The officer was one of the few people not dressed in fancy black suits who were keeping eyes on their first, real president. He was standing beside a small potted tree and was looking past a stone column in the room at the president as she gave her speech with the occasional click of a camera and film crews watching her as she spoke in to at least six mikes at one time. Then he noticed a man in a green long-sleeved t-shirt and a dark orange vest walk near the potted plant. He was carrying a small duffel bag which he set down. After a few moments the man started to look around and when he saw a “Men” sign just inside a nearby hall he quietly slipped inside. There was something odd about the man, like the fact he had no press pass or camera...or even a notepad at best.

After eight minutes, the guard picked up the man’s bag for security reasons (in case it had a weapon the man wouldn’t get to it easily) and headed for the bathroom door. As he did, twelve inches of cement and rebar were put between him and the president so her talking became muted and almost inaudible. As the officer entered the bathroom, there was an outcropping of cement wall which made a direct view from one side to the other impossible. He stepped past it and saw that the urinals were empty and as he walked to the stalls he noticed they were all empty and open as well. Then he noticed something: a thin window, big enough for a man was open and a small chair (for children to wait for their parents) was not in the corner as it normally was in most bathrooms.

Then he heard a single beeping sound from the bag.

He set it down and pulled it open to see what might have made the sound.

Inside was a compilation of a Claymore and what appeared to be C4 with a timer on it. He looked at the timer and saw it was reading at three seconds. The only thing he could really do was get it as far away from the president as possible by chucking it in to a nearby stall. Upon contact with the back wall of the stall, it detonated.



Breaking News in Ursava!!!

All channels, unless they were a news channel, were overridden by various news stations with the majority being from the UN3. The red-headed anchorwoman came on the screen, distraught barely showing through her makeup so the people would not panic too much from the news she was about to deliver.

“Today, during a press conference in the Governmental Assembly Hall a bomb went off. Overall, twelve reporters, four Presidential Guards, and two officers were killed in the blast with eight and the president injured. We now take you live to the scene with Major Sebes Gyarmathy of the Ursavian Army.” The red-head said.

The screen changed to that in the standard undress-uniform of the Ursavian Army standing by smoking rubble as people moved about in the background and police tape could be seen hanging from the columns of the Governmental Assembly Hall’s main room. He was a slim-faced, bald man with cold gray eyes and an almost pointed chin.

“Hello there. From what we can tell the device went off somewhere in the men’s bathroom and caused fragmentation in to the area where the reporters and journalists were sitting. The rubble spread in a wide arch and it caused extreme collateral damage so we are assuming it was a high-powered, possibly Black Market-purchased charge. President Saáry has been rushed to a hospital but is expected to recover by the end of the week, thank you.” The man said.

Then the channels not already news, went back to their original programming.
Ameriganastan
10-09-2008, 05:14
a man sat inside his home in the distant nation of Ameriganastan.he was a balding man,with a scar running the length of his face.flipping through channels,he stumbled upon the attempt on the presidents life. sparking a vague interest, he studied the rubble on the television. "i recognize that blast.i know the guy who makes those bombs" he dialed a quick number on his phone "hello hector? it Jason.yeah I'm calling in that favor.i need a quick flight to Ursava.i think i just spied a money making opportunity" he stood up and smiled "finally,something to do"
Ursava
10-09-2008, 11:45
The man, Peterke Salai, currently sat in an open-air cafe where he was quietly smoking a cigarette and indescreetly fuming over the fact that his bomb hadn't killed it's target. He doubyed she was injured bad enough to die in the hospital and the worst part was that he didn't know what hospital she was in; nobody on the streets did. So he couldn't get to her unless he wanted to start knocking down random hospitals and get himself caught. He leaned back in his seat as his order of food was placed before him and he allowed his mind to relax about the situation.


OOC: Keep in mind, unless that's an official charter-flight don't be surprised if you happen to come under fire.
Ameriganastan
10-09-2008, 23:03
OOC:noted

Jason Samson was armed and ready.he was carrying a few bags on his back,filled with guns,food,and his directions to his contact in Ursava. dressed in a normal looking suit,he drove to old airstrip outside the city limits.stepping out,he looked around and waited for his phone to ring. "Jason,you there? good.I've had the plane painted to look like a regular Ursava single engine.it should get you there in a few hours.oh yeah,if you get shot down,i don't know you,and you don't know me,understood? good luck,and no more favors" he smirked and boarded the jet,taking his seat as it headed for Ursava
Salzland
10-09-2008, 23:15
The Government of Salzland offers its condolences to the Nation of Ursava and expresses its disgust that anyone would resort to attacking an elected official duly representing the people in order to make some sort of political point. We stand with our allies, and will provide any aid that we are able to.