Ursava
30-11-2008, 21:29
It was a cold, Ursavian winter night and one of the last trains through the station was just pulling away with barely anybody on it. The driver was waiting to get home and have a nice, home-cooked meal with his wife before heading to bed. There were two men sitting near the back of the first car, one reading a newspaper and the other supporting his head with his arms and resting his eyes until they got to the next train station. A young woman was sitting with her legs crossed and constantly scanning all the other passengers while two slightly older women across from her were simply leaning back with one doing something on her cell-phone and the other casually chewing a piece of gum and occasionally glancing out the window. A final passenger sat near the door to the second car typing on his lap-top with a casually bored expression on his face. The car was filled with quiet boredom that was only broken by the occasional cough and all the other cars were completely empty.
This all changed however as they entered a tunnel on the route. The three women and the man who had been resting his eyes all rose up and pulled four HK 45 semi-automatic handguns that they had kept hidden on them. They pointed to the various passengers who had all stopped their previous activities and one of the women went in to the driver’s ‘station’ and stuck the gun against the side of his head: tilting to an uncomfortable angle.
“Stop the train, now.” The women demanded, and the driver obliged.
They stopped in a right turn/curve of the tunnel and began to make sure all the passengers were accounted for and didn’t look like they were going to move any time soon. Then one of the two women who was still in the car grabbed the phone by the entrance to the driver’s ‘station’ and dialed in three simple numbers as they were written on a nearby list on the wall the phone was connected to: 333, instant connection to the nearest train management station’s office phone.
Two Hours Later
Police cruisers were all around the area at the base of the over-track station where the contacted office was. Police had secured a perimeter and had blocked off any civilians or unauthorized personnel from entering. The police cruisers were what one would expect to see in your average country however, but in Ursava you could also expect to see the White Shield when dealing with hostage situations. Several CV-90s were sitting within the perimeter and men dressed in black and cement-gray combat gear were suiting up for their upcoming mission. They were equipped with Steyr carbines, HK 45s, combat knifes, and non-lethal tear-gas grenades for deployment in the train. Among them was Captain Sebes Turi who had just finished checking his gas-mask and was now putting a fresh clip in to his Steyr. He looked at the other men and then put on his boonie cap which cast disguising shadows across major features such as his nose and eyes. Then Sebes moved towards a nearby marker-board that they had set up to draw a layout of the train and their initial plan while a news helicopter flew overhead with a man undoubtedly filming the group and broadcasting it over UN3.
“Okay, here’s the initial plan before the strike boys: we’ll make our way through the ventilation system and come out on top of the train. We’ll need to plant a thermal camera and a small microphone to listen in. Then we simply evacuate via the ventilation system once again and wait until an evaluation of the situation can be made. Everybody got that?” Sebes asked the last part as he scanned the group.
They were all nodding silently.
“And remember boys: shoot the women last, we’ve got to show a little mercy.” Sebes said, uttering the traditionally said but never enforced phrase before every deployment in to a hostage situation.
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“So far the hostage-takers have been reported as demanding fifty-thousand sequins, a helicopter, and a boat at the harbor in order to take them to a country which would be willing to allow them citizenship.” The red-headed anchorwoman of UN# said as an arial view of the police perimeter was playing in the corner of the screen “White Shield forces have been deployed to the area but their exact capacity in this operation has yet to be known though it is predicted that they will play a key role in analyses of the situation. We’ll keep you posted live on this situation as it develops.”
OOC: Hi guys, haven’t been on the site in a while and I figured I’d come back with a brand new RP so here you go. You can play as a passenger on the train who might be a foreigner and thus gives your country a reason to be involved. If you choose to be a normal passenger you don’t need to be one of the passengers I mentioned: that was just to set the mood. If you wish to be a terrorist please ask me first, and I hope some people join and enjoy themselves.
This all changed however as they entered a tunnel on the route. The three women and the man who had been resting his eyes all rose up and pulled four HK 45 semi-automatic handguns that they had kept hidden on them. They pointed to the various passengers who had all stopped their previous activities and one of the women went in to the driver’s ‘station’ and stuck the gun against the side of his head: tilting to an uncomfortable angle.
“Stop the train, now.” The women demanded, and the driver obliged.
They stopped in a right turn/curve of the tunnel and began to make sure all the passengers were accounted for and didn’t look like they were going to move any time soon. Then one of the two women who was still in the car grabbed the phone by the entrance to the driver’s ‘station’ and dialed in three simple numbers as they were written on a nearby list on the wall the phone was connected to: 333, instant connection to the nearest train management station’s office phone.
Two Hours Later
Police cruisers were all around the area at the base of the over-track station where the contacted office was. Police had secured a perimeter and had blocked off any civilians or unauthorized personnel from entering. The police cruisers were what one would expect to see in your average country however, but in Ursava you could also expect to see the White Shield when dealing with hostage situations. Several CV-90s were sitting within the perimeter and men dressed in black and cement-gray combat gear were suiting up for their upcoming mission. They were equipped with Steyr carbines, HK 45s, combat knifes, and non-lethal tear-gas grenades for deployment in the train. Among them was Captain Sebes Turi who had just finished checking his gas-mask and was now putting a fresh clip in to his Steyr. He looked at the other men and then put on his boonie cap which cast disguising shadows across major features such as his nose and eyes. Then Sebes moved towards a nearby marker-board that they had set up to draw a layout of the train and their initial plan while a news helicopter flew overhead with a man undoubtedly filming the group and broadcasting it over UN3.
“Okay, here’s the initial plan before the strike boys: we’ll make our way through the ventilation system and come out on top of the train. We’ll need to plant a thermal camera and a small microphone to listen in. Then we simply evacuate via the ventilation system once again and wait until an evaluation of the situation can be made. Everybody got that?” Sebes asked the last part as he scanned the group.
They were all nodding silently.
“And remember boys: shoot the women last, we’ve got to show a little mercy.” Sebes said, uttering the traditionally said but never enforced phrase before every deployment in to a hostage situation.
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“So far the hostage-takers have been reported as demanding fifty-thousand sequins, a helicopter, and a boat at the harbor in order to take them to a country which would be willing to allow them citizenship.” The red-headed anchorwoman of UN# said as an arial view of the police perimeter was playing in the corner of the screen “White Shield forces have been deployed to the area but their exact capacity in this operation has yet to be known though it is predicted that they will play a key role in analyses of the situation. We’ll keep you posted live on this situation as it develops.”
OOC: Hi guys, haven’t been on the site in a while and I figured I’d come back with a brand new RP so here you go. You can play as a passenger on the train who might be a foreigner and thus gives your country a reason to be involved. If you choose to be a normal passenger you don’t need to be one of the passengers I mentioned: that was just to set the mood. If you wish to be a terrorist please ask me first, and I hope some people join and enjoy themselves.