NationStates Jolt Archive

AP: Today at 1:24pm, President Peter Greene was shot while transiting from his limousine to the General Ministry building. The slug, a moly coated .308 boat tail round with a full metal jacket, passed through the president's anterior triangle, damaging his vocal cords and missing his major blood vessels by millimeters. The president's secret service detail rushed the president back into the limousine, and brought him to Springfield County Hospital, where he is listed in critical condition, and under heavy guard. An investigation is under way, with local, state, and federal law enforcement officers involved. There has been growing criticism in the citizenry, with some people demanding the president take a more aggressive stance in his foreign policy. The president's lack of change in his foreign policy may be a motive for the attack. Another possible motive for the attack is the president's recent veto of a controversial bill designed to reform the Welfare and Assistance office.

Opponents of firearms ownership have been quick to jump on this attack, calling for increased gun control and banning of any ammunition that can pierce body armor or travel beyond a certain range. Opponents of firearms control have responded, stating that this tragic attack shouldn't cast a bad light on the legal firearms use that billions of ASoGM citizens enjoy all the time.


OOC: If someone wants to jump in as the sniper, feel free. If you don't like the choices I gave for the motive, feel free to make up another one.

Altairan Government sends their condolences to the president and wishes him well.

Altairan Government sends their condolences to the president and wishes him well.

The ASoGM would like to thank the Altairian Government for their well wishes, concerning our president.

(OOC: I'll jump in as the sniper, if that's okay)

(OOC: I'll jump in as the sniper, if that's okay)

OOC: As long as we keep this MT, go for it.

OOC: Ah damm too late, I would have been the sniper

OCC: Can I be the conspiracy theorists?

OCC: Can I be the conspiracy theorists?

OOC: Lol. Sure, why not?

Rooftop Near the General Ministry Building

William Madigan was kneeling on edge of the rooftop. In his hand, he held a Remington XP-100 Custom pistol. Seconds after he fired the shot, he forced himself flat onto the roof, and rolled away from the edge. Within moments, he had the pistol disassembled, and the parts concealed in the linings of his cloths and backpack. If anyone rushed to the rooftop, they would find a 14 year-old kid, skipping school. He pulled a cigarette from his pocket, lit it with a match, and took a deep breath inhaling the smoke. The hardest part of the mission was over, and no matter what happened now, the prophecy, had been fulfilled.

Local, State, and Federal officers were canvasing the area near the General Ministry building. Some people heard the shot, but due to the possibility of the sound being reflected off other buildings, there was a lot of area to cover and buildings to search.

William remained on the rooftop for sometime. He had already picked up the bullet casing, and left a bunch of cigarette butts on the rooftop. Then he walked over to the stairway door, and began the long walk down. He was in no hurry, and took his time on the way down, acting rather casually.

William remained on the rooftop for sometime. He had already picked up the bullet casing, and left a bunch of cigarette butts on the rooftop. Then he walked over to the stairway door, and began the long walk down. He was in no hurry, and took his time on the way down, acting rather casually.

Hours after William left, federal agents arrived at the building to search. The federal agents took so long to get here, because this was one of several buildings that the shot could have been taken from. The agents searched every office in the building that had a clear view of the General Ministry building. They tested for GSR using nitrate sniffers, chemical swabs, and ALS so the search was slow. When they reached the roof, they performed the same tests, and came back with a positive result. Looking at the General Ministry building, the federal agents determined that this was most likely the sniper's spot. They noticed the cigarette butts on the roof, and noticed that they appeared fresh. They collected them for DNA testing, and dusted the area for prints. Photographs were taken, and an agent went down to the building's management office, to see if there were any surveillance tapes for the building. Once the evidence techs had everything that was collected, they headed back to the lab with it, to start processing.


Meanwhile, President Greene slowly regained consciousness. He looked around the room, saw his family by his bedside, and smiled weakly. Then he lapsed back into a deep sleep. He would need several surgeries to repair the damage to his neck and throat, but for now, he was out of immediate medical danger.

DNA was collected off the cigarette butts, and federal forensic techs were running the profile through every database they had access to. It wasn't known if they would get a match, but they would try. Other techs were busy checking the building's surveillance tapes, for anyone suspicious.

OOC: Is William Madigan one of my citizens, or one of yours? Also, I think we're going to need more backstory on him and/or his motivations (aka the prophecy).

(OOC: One of mine, and I was going to work the backstory in. Will post IC soon, nearing Mid-night, long day work, need sleep!)

OOC: Bump.

Street Corner

William sat on a bench, reading a worn, and tattered book, wondering, how long it would take the local police to track him down. If they took much longer, he'd have to go buy his own dinner. He had made sure he would be caught, without looking like he was trying to be caught. He had exited the building, through on of three stairwells, the only one of the three, that had security camera's that focused directly on it's exit. He had been wearing a hat, to cover his face from the camera's, however, the symbol on it, could, and should be easily traced to a company in the Beatus that makes and sells soft drinks, domestically. That would narrow him down as a Beatusian citizen, though appear as if he was trying to hide from the cameras. It had all been hard planning, to make the cops think they were smart. The fact that he bumped into several people on the street, including several police officers, he was sure would identify him as a foreigner, and maybe even pick up on his Beatusian accent and ethnicity. Finally he sat on a bench, at a bus stop, that was on a route that was only used during the weekends, which while being something that locals would know, would not be something he would be expected to know. So now, he sat, with his old book, waiting for the police.

The evidence techs were back in their lab, and began processing the evidence collected. One of the techs worked on the video, and was able to get a composite image from multiple cameras. It was enough to send out to police, and they began searching the target area. One of the patrol cars in the area was stopped at a light near the bus stop, and noticed a boy matching the composite image, sitting at a bus stop that was only used on the weekends. They notified dispatch, turned on their lights, and sped over to the bus stop. They drew their weapons, telling the boy to freeze, while another police car rushed up the street.

In a semi popular magazine, The Truth is out there, among several interesting stories of the abominable snow man hijacking a UFO, and that the internet is a sentient life form, is an interesting article from conspiracy guy. It reads:
"Dear Readers, I know you have heard about the shooting of President Greene, and how it's tragic, but it is all a show. The entire thing was set up, eventually the "shooter" will be found, probably some drunk Hobo, and will say he did it for the freedom of one small nation or another. This will give the government the ralling of the people they need to invade said nation and conquer it. Our government will take everything of value and opress the people, and do this all over again, only it will be worse. So readers please, do not fall for the lies, stop the machine before it gets out of control -Conspiracy Guy"

OOC: Could I be Beatus' partner or something?

OOC: Could I be Beatus' partner or something?

[OOC: Well, if it is okay with ASoGM, there could have been a second shooter. The president could have had two wounds, or one could have missed. Conspiracy theorists love second shooters.]

William calmly put down the book he was holding. He got of the bench, and placed his hands above his head. When he did, a pistol was dislodged from it's resting place beneath his shirt, and landed with a clank on the ground, seconds later, a second magazine of bullets, followed it. He had assumed, that the media outlets within the ASoGM, were somewhat competent, and therefore would be listening for police chatter that would come, if and when they found him. He simply stood there, staring back at the police officers. His face was expressionless. His blue eyes cold as ice.

OOC: Could I be Beatus' partner or something?

OOC: Maybe someone that is working in conjunction with The Beatus, but not on the initial shooting. Maybe an attempt at the hospital?

[OOC: Well, if it is okay with ASoGM, there could have been a second shooter. The president could have had two wounds, or one could have missed. Conspiracy theorists love second shooters.]

William calmly put down the book he was holding. He got of the bench, and placed his hands above his head. When he did, a pistol was dislodged from it's resting place beneath his shirt, and landed with a clank on the ground, seconds later, a second magazine of bullets, followed it. He had assumed, that the media outlets within the ASoGM, were somewhat competent, and therefore would be listening for police chatter that would come, if and when they found him. He simply stood there, staring back at the police officers. His face was expressionless. His blue eyes cold as ice.

One of the officers moved in, as the second police cruiser was pulling up. They drew their weapons as well, while the officer ordered the boy to lie face down on the ground, placing his hands on his head and crossing his ankles. He waited for the boy to do so, while his partner moved in to collect the pistol and magazine.

In a semi popular magazine, The Truth is out there, among several interesting stories of the abominable snow man hijacking a UFO, and that the internet is a sentient life form, is an interesting article from conspiracy guy. It reads:
"Dear Readers, I know you have heard about the shooting of President Greene, and how it's tragic, but it is all a show. The entire thing was set up, eventually the "shooter" will be found, probably some drunk Hobo, and will say he did it for the freedom of one small nation or another. This will give the government the ralling of the people they need to invade said nation and conquer it. Our government will take everything of value and opress the people, and do this all over again, only it will be worse. So readers please, do not fall for the lies, stop the machine before it gets out of control -Conspiracy Guy"

Vice President Guy Tramble read the article and chuckled, because some people actually thought the government was behind the shooting. That these people published this opinion in the same rag as articles about such outlandish things as UFOs, Sasquatches, and a sentient internet meant that the conspiracy theory wouldn't get much traction with most of the populace, but he still ordered his staff to keep an eye on the situation. Once he was done with that, he sat back in the president's office. While President Greene was incapacitated, Guy was acting in his place. He didn't care for the office, but he loved how comfortable the chair was. Maybe he could get one of his own.

The boy complied, he placed his hands on his head, and knelled, bent forward, and finally was laying flat on the ground. He then crossed his ankle, with some difficulty, as it caused the knife strapped to his right ankle to dig into his leg.

The boy was cuffed, and then pulled to his feet. He was pushed against the wall, and patted down. They found the knife at his right ankle and bagged it, along with the pistol and magazine previously collected. A federal agent arrived on scene, and walked up to the boy. The agent swabbed the boy's hands with a sticky tab, then using a dry swab repeated the process. The sticky tab was sealed in an evidence bag, and the swab was sprayed with a reagent. Then the boy was placed in the back of one of the squad cars, while the agent and police officers waited for the instant shooter ID results. Blue spots appeared on the swab, and the agent told the officers to bring him to the station. Contacting the office on his cell phone, the federal agent notified his boss that they had the suspect in custody, and that he tested positive for gun shot residue.

OOC: Could I be a counter-sniper of sorts? A mercenary hired to hunt down the offending gunman?

OOC: Could I be a counter-sniper of sorts? A mercenary hired to hunt down the offending gunman?

OOC: Well, I already have the sniper in custody, so that'd be a waste. Unless 101st paratroopers is going to make a try at the hospital, that is.

OOC: Then how about a mercenary hired to liberate him by a mysterious third party/fourth/eighth party?

Then how about a mercenary hired to liberate him by a mysterious third party/fourth/eighth party?

The nation of Cuborg needs him in a diffrent state of being than you do. Do not interfere or you will join the officers guarding him.

The scout was dressed in street clothes, unlike the rest of his comrades, who were dressed in combat fatigues and keffiyeh. The uniformed soldiers wore surplus battle uniforms, mostly cheap North Korean or Russian ones. The scout zoomed in on the police escort guarding William through civilian bird-watching binoculars. His Blu-Tooth phone stood in for a walkies-talkie. The scout stood a fair distance from William.

"The target is in police custody. Police officers are all over the place."
"Rodger that. Get on the roofs and keep watch."
"Rodger, over."

The scout hustled to the roof. Not much had changed. It was time to make the call. They were going to get Williams, and kill anybody who dared to stand in the way. The scout called back in to the commander. "Irene. I repeat, Irene." The radio went quiet. A black vanned rolled by the scene. Suddenly, a large 18-wheeler rams the civilian forwards the cruisers. The truck jackknifed and stopped amid smoke and steam. The trailer's doors flung opened and Cuborg Loyalists poured from it, spraying fire indiscriminately into the officers and civilians alike. Another truck began to show its ugly head down the road.

The nation of Cuborg needs him in a diffrent state of being than you do. Do not interfere or you will join the officers guarding him.

The scout was dressed in street clothes, unlike the rest of his comrades, who were dressed in combat fatigues and keffiyeh. The uniformed soldiers wore surplus battle uniforms, mostly cheap North Korean or Russian ones. The scout zoomed in on the police escort guarding William through civilian bird-watching binoculars. His Blu-Tooth phone stood in for a walkies-talkie. The scout stood a fair distance from William.

"The target is in police custody. Police officers are all over the place."
"Rodger that. Get on the roofs and keep watch."
"Rodger, over."

The scout hustled to the roof. Not much had changed. It was time to make the call. They were going to get Williams, and kill anybody who dared to stand in the way. The scout called back in to the commander. "Irene. I repeat, Irene." The radio went quiet. A black vanned rolled by the scene. Suddenly, a large 18-wheeler rams the civilian forwards the cruisers. The truck jackknifed and stopped amid smoke and steam. The trailer's doors flung opened and Cuborg Loyalists poured from it, spraying fire indiscriminately into the officers and civilians alike. Another truck began to show its ugly head down the road.

OOC: Um, you need to roleplay getting the loyalists into my nation. A large group can't just appear in my nation.

William was sitting quietly in the back seat. The cops had been sloppy, they failed to notice, that the would-be murder weapon was sewn into his clothes, and the piece of gum, that was stuck behind his left ear, which contained a cyanide caplet. A smile crept across his face, but quickly faded.

William was sitting quietly in the back seat. The cops had been sloppy, they failed to notice, that the would-be murder weapon was sewn into his clothes, and the piece of gum, that was stuck behind his left ear, which contained a cyanide caplet. A smile crept across his face, but quickly faded.

The officers entered their cars, and drove the short distance to the police station. There, they helped William out of the car, and brought him inside to be booked for attempted murder. He was strip searched, and there they found the gun sewn into the clothing, and the gum and cyanide caplet behind his left ear. Both were confiscated, William was put into an orange prisoner jumpsuit and he was placed in a cell by himself.

The nation of Cuborg needs him in a diffrent state of being than you do. Do not interfere or you will join the officers guarding him.

OOC: That was OOC, you can't respond ICly to it. Also, GM: can I have a mercenary hired to liberate William?

OOC: That was OOC, you can't respond ICly to it. Also, GM: can I have a mercenary hired to liberate William?

OOC: He's at the police station, in isolation. But you can try.

The officers entered their cars, and drove the short distance to the police station. There, they helped William out of the car, and brought him inside to be booked for attempted murder. He was strip searched, and there they found the gun sewn into the clothing, and the gum and cyanide caplet behind his left ear. Both were confiscated, William was put into an orange prisoner jumpsuit and he was placed in a cell by himself.

William wondered if this cell would just be temporary, or if it would be of a more permanent nature. He definately did not want to start now, only to be relocated in a few hours. What would be worse, is they would probably tend to his wounds when they moved him anyway. He decided to wait, and see if they would be interrogating him. "Don't I get a phone call, or something?" he shouted to the guards.

William wondered if this cell would just be temporary, or if it would be of a more permanent nature. He definately did not want to start now, only to be relocated in a few hours. What would be worse, is they would probably tend to his wounds when they moved him anyway. He decided to wait, and see if they would be interrogating him. "Don't I get a phone call, or something?" he shouted to the guards.

One of the guards said through the bars, "You'll get your phone once the feds decide whether to charge you. Right now, they're still looking at the evidence". Meanwhile, the firearms William carried were taken for ballistics testing, and the firearm sewn into the clothes was found to be the weapon that fired the near fatal shot.

OOC: Okay, thanks. Also, The Wolf does have a real name; I'm just not saying it for now.


The Wolf, how he had gotten his nickname was beyond even himself, was a deadly mercenary. He wasn't famous, but he was deadly. That's why some faceless shadow had sent one of it's lackeys to a parking garage in Ursava while he was on vacation and handed him a briefcase full of enough unmarked bills and diamonds to fund a small army. Whoever this 'William' guy was, he was valuable to whoever had called The Wolf to the nation of Gun Manufacturers; a place where The Wolf had spent a few vacations if he remembered correctly.

The Wolf leaned back in the seat of the plane and looked down at the magazine in his hands. In the magazine, just about every other article was discussing the near-fatal shooting of President Greene. The Wolf had to mentally shake his head at the gunman: missing such a shot. The Wolf closed the magazine as they came near the airport and waited for them to touch down.

OOC: Okay, thanks. Also, The Wolf does have a real name; I'm just not saying it for now.


The Wolf, how he had gotten his nickname was beyond even himself, was a deadly mercenary. He wasn't famous, but he was deadly. That's why some faceless shadow had sent one of it's lackeys to a parking garage in Ursava while he was on vacation and handed him a briefcase full of enough unmarked bills and diamonds to fund a small army. Whoever this 'William' guy was, he was valuable to whoever had called The Wolf to the nation of Gun Manufacturers; a place where The Wolf had spent a few vacations if he remembered correctly.

The Wolf leaned back in the seat of the plane and looked down at the magazine in his hands. In the magazine, just about every other article was discussing the near-fatal shooting of President Greene. The Wolf had to mentally shake his head at the gunman: missing such a shot. The Wolf closed the magazine as they came near the airport and waited for them to touch down.

The wait at the airport was long, as the ASoGM had issued new security procedures following the terrorist attack in Stoeger by a suspected foreign spec-ops team. The Wolf wouldn't have any problems passing customs though, as long as he had no weapons, and as long as his passport wasn't flagged.


On the news, it was being reported that the alleged assassin, a boy, was arrested after being identified through surveillance tapes. The boy tested positive for gun shot residue on his hands, and was found with the weapon that fired the nearly fatal shot. A source speaking on the condition of anonymity, said that the boy had been moved to an undisclosed Supermax facility, where he would remain until his arraignment and trial.


Federal agents came to William's cell, and read him his rights, and informed them that they were charging him with attempted murder, and possession of a firearm by a minor. William was handed a prepaid cell phone with 3 minutes on it, by one of the agents. He said, "You can make your phone call now. By the way, Just so you know, the phone call is being monitored".

OOC: Can I also be a counter-spy, helping 101st paratroopers?

The Wolf walked through the airport terminal casually, occasionall rubbing a hand through his matt-black hair while his high-top sneakers squeaked lightly on the floor. Upon approaching the metal-detector he set two pens, a ring he commonly wore, and cross necklace. After that he passed through the metal detector, which wouldn't be able to go off given the lack of anything metal left on him. Meanwhile as he luggage was scanned they would find nothing suspicious: clothes and other such things a traveler would have with them. The Wolf then collected up his items once again, began to gather up his luggage, and then got ready to show his passport to the clerk as he came up. When he did he already had it opened and once he was at the person's desk he finally spoke, a deep Russian accent coming from him.

"Hello there ma'am, would you know where any good hotels are?" He asked.

The Wolf walked through the airport terminal casually, occasionall rubbing a hand through his matt-black hair while his high-top sneakers squeaked lightly on the floor. Upon approaching the metal-detector he set two pens, a ring he commonly wore, and cross necklace. After that he passed through the metal detector, which wouldn't be able to go off given the lack of anything metal left on him. Meanwhile as he luggage was scanned they would find nothing suspicious: clothes and other such things a traveler would have with them. The Wolf then collected up his items once again, began to gather up his luggage, and then got ready to show his passport to the clerk as he came up. When he did he already had it opened and once he was at the person's desk he finally spoke, a deep Russian accent coming from him.

"Hello there ma'am, would you know where any good hotels are?" He asked.

The woman at the counter checked his passport, and while waiting for the computer, gave him the numbers for the Embassero Hotel and Springfield Resorts. Shortly after, the computer showed a clean passport. The woman at the counter took one last look at it, compared the photo to the man at the counter, and handed it back to him. She wished him a good day, and called the next person.

OOC: Can I also be a counter-spy, helping 101st paratroopers?

OOC: Maybe next time. I will be having another auction thread soon, if you're interested.

"Thank you ma'am." The Wolf said before promptly folding the fake passport booklet shut.

It was fake, name, age, date and place of birth, and everything else save for his picture. The Wolf didn't always look like the business man he was at the moment: that was just one of his many attires. Maybe that was how he had earned his name, he was able to hide until he wanted to be seen. The Wolf idely adjusted his tie which looked rather neat and made the appearance of a business man on a vacation/business trip all the more believable: a button-up shirt, khaki pants, shoes, and a tie. The Wolf then proceeded to take a walk along a sidewalk towards the hotel, and from there he checked out a room on the top floor. Heading up to the room he locked the door behind him, pulled a cellphone from his luggage, and proceeded to dial a contact's number.


OOC: What kind of Black Market might Gun Manufacturers have?

"Thank you ma'am." The Wolf said before promptly folding the fake passport booklet shut.

It was fake, name, age, date and place of birth, and everything else save for his picture. The Wolf didn't always look like the business man he was at the moment: that was just one of his many attires. Maybe that was how he had earned his name, he was able to hide until he wanted to be seen. The Wolf idely adjusted his tie which looked rather neat and made the appearance of a business man on a vacation.business trip all the more believable: a button-up shirt, khaki pants, shoes, and a tie. The Wolf then proceeded to take a walk along a sidewalk towards the hotel, and from there he checked out a room on the top floor. Heading up to the room he locked the door behind him, pulled a cellphone from his luggage, and proceeded to dial a contact's number.


OOC: What kind of Black Market might Gun Manufacturers have?

OOC: Someone like The Wolf would probably be able to find someone dealing weapons out of a car trunk (pistols, shotguns, maybe a rifle or 2). Iron Fist, the largest criminal organization in the ASoGM, deals with weapons, including the rare nuke, but they'd be hard to get in touch with unless you're working a long assignment.

OOC: Or dangerous.

Somewhere, far out of Gun Manufacturers, a man was contacted on a cellphone by The Wolf and upon recieving his instructions set to work. He was a good man, both at hacking and the occasional smooth talk and when he wanted to find a silenced SMG dozens of results came up. It was placed with some man selling from a van and then a trench-knife and an HK .45 were acquired from a young lady selling practically from her car. The final one, a high-powered semi-automatic rifle, a bullet-proof vest, and some C4, was all somewhat hard to find a reliable source. That meant that the only option left was Iron Fist. The hacker/contact began searching for any possible contacts to them. This all took six hours and once the aformentioned goods were given to one person (to avoid too many suspicious eyes) The Wolf would have at least most of his gear by the end of the day.

OOC: Or dangerous.

Somewhere, far out of Gun Manufacturers, a man was contacted on a cellphone by The Wolf and upon recieving his instructions set to work. He was a good man, both at hacking and the occasional smooth talk and when he wanted to find a silenced SMG dozens of results came up. It was placed with some man selling from a van and then a trench-knife and an HK .45 were acquired from a young lady selling practically from her car. The final one, a high-powered semi-automatic rifle, a bullet-proof vest, and some C4, was all somewhat hard to find a reliable source. That meant that the only option left was Iron Fist. The hacker/contact began searching for any possible contacts to them. This all took six hours and once the aformentioned goods were given to one person (to avoid too many suspicious eyes) The Wolf would have at least most of his gear by the end of the day.

Billy Francisco was sitting on the beach, soaking in the sun and checking out the babes, when his phone rang. He was informed that someone outside the country had been making business inquiries. Billy told the man on the phone to put this outsider in contact with him. Hopefully it wasn't some LEO looking to make a name for himself. Billy hung up the phone, picked up his belongings, and headed back to his Mercedes SL 65 AMG. He went to his office, which he knew was swept for listening devices, and waited for the outsider to call.

The call came and a genderless voice (for security) came over from the hacker's end of the phone.

"Hello there. I've been informed that you're a large black market industry so I have a request of you. A...friend of mine in your country requires a high-grade bullet-proof vest, a high-powered semi-automatic rifle, and a large amount of C4 plastic explosives. Also...what do you have in the way of empty nuclear warhead cases? I know it sounds odd but it'd be helpful." The voice said, rather slowly so the genderlessness of it wouldn't make words become lost.

The call came and a genderless voice (for security) came over from the hacker's end of the phone.

"Hello there. I've been informed that you're a large black market industry so I have a request of you. A...friend of mine in your country requires a high-grade bullet-proof vest, a high-powered semi-automatic rifle, and a large amount of C4 plastic explosives. Also...what do you have in the way of empty nuclear warhead cases? I know it sounds odd but it'd be helpful." The voice said, rather slowly so the genderlessness of it wouldn't make words become lost.

A phone number for Billy's secure line was all that was given, before the man hung up. Hopefully that would be enough to get the man in contact with Iron Fist.

The number was promptly dialed and the hacker waited in silence for the man who the number belonged to, to pick up his phone and answer.

The number was promptly dialed and the hacker waited in silence for the man who the number belonged to, to pick up his phone and answer.

Billy picked up the phone, and answered with, "Far East Imports, this is William. How may I help you?".

William took the card, and went to the phone. He only had three minutes, so he had to be quick. His fingers dialed numbers at rapid speed, first the number for the phone card, then a rather long number for an international call, to the Beatus, from which his call was promptly rerouted five or six times, it was hard to be sure which, before a voice on the other side of the line responded, "Gerald R. Justice, and Associates, this is Wendy, how may I help you."
"I would like to speak with Mr. Wendel," William replied.
"I am sorry, sir, I believe you have the wrong number," Wendy replied.
"Mr. Wendel, W, e, n, d, e, l, Wendel," William replied calmly."
"Oh, you mean Mr. When-dal," she said, pronouncing the name, in a rather strange way. "On moment please."
William checked his watch time was short. "This is Mr. Wendel," a voice on the other end of the line replied.
"Hello Mr. Wendel," William replied. "This is William Madigan. I have been arrested, in the ASoGM, for the attempted murder of President Greene." William then began speaking an ancient Beatusian dialect, that a rare few in the Beatus had ever even heard of, nevermind spoken. "It is done. The prophecy has been fulfilled. Inform the Gatekeeper, and prepare for the ceremony," he finished in the ancient language. William then hung up the phone, without waiting for an answer.

William took the card, and went to the phone. He only had three minutes, so he had to be quick. His fingers dialed numbers at rapid speed, first the number for the phone card, then a rather long number for an international call, to the Beatus, from which his call was promptly rerouted five or six times, it was hard to be sure which, before a voice on the other side of the line responded, "Gerald R. Justice, and Associates, this is Wendy, how may I help you."
"I would like to speak with Mr. Wendel," William replied.
"I am sorry, sir, I believe you have the wrong number," Wendy replied.
"Mr. Wendel, W, e, n, d, e, l, Wendel," William replied calmly."
"Oh, you mean Mr. When-dal," she said, pronouncing the name, in a rather strange way. "On moment please."
William checked his watch time was short. "This is Mr. Wendel," a voice on the other end of the line replied.
"Hello Mr. Wendel," William replied. "This is William Madigan. I have been arrested, in the ASoGM, for the attempted murder of President Greene." William then began speaking an ancient Beatusian dialect, that a rare few in the Beatus had ever even heard of, nevermind spoken. "It is done. The prophecy has been fulfilled. Inform the Gatekeeper, and prepare for the ceremony," he finished in the ancient language. William then hung up the phone, without waiting for an answer.

The federal agent waited for William to return the phone. He stood far enough away from the door that even if William lunged for him, he wouldn't be able to reach him. He asked, "I assume that's your lawyer. If not, you'll need one".

The federal agent waited for William to return the phone. He stood far enough away from the door that even if William lunged for him, he wouldn't be able to reach him. He asked, "I assume that's your lawyer. If not, you'll need one".

"Oh, so I'm not just going to disappear of the face of the world, so that you can take me somewhere and beat me until I tell you all about those who helped me plot the big bad assignation of your leader," William said sarcastically, before spitting at the agent.

The call came and a genderless voice (for security) came over from the hacker's end of the phone.

"Hello there. I've been informed that you're in charge of a large black market industry so I have a request of you. A...friend of mine in your country requires a high-grade bullet-proof vest, a high-powered semi-automatic rifle, and a large amount of C4 plastic explosives. Also...what do you have in the way of empty nuclear warhead cases? I know it sounds odd but it'd be helpful." The voice said, rather slowly so the genderlessness of it wouldn't make words become lost.

"Oh, so I'm not just going to disappear of the face of the world, so that you can take me somewhere and beat me until I tell you all about those who helped me plot the big bad assignation of your leader," William said sarcastically, before spitting at the agent.

William missed the agent, as he easily avoided it. Then the agent said, "Oh, you'll be going away after you're convicted. But the ASoGM doesn't make high profile people disappear before their trial". He walked away from the cell, and started laughing.

The call came and a genderless voice (for security) came over from the hacker's end of the phone.

"Hello there. I've been informed that you're in charge of a large black market industry so I have a request of you. A...friend of mine in your country requires a high-grade bullet-proof vest, a high-powered semi-automatic rifle, and a large amount of C4 plastic explosives. Also...what do you have in the way of empty nuclear warhead cases? I know it sounds odd but it'd be helpful." The voice said, rather slowly so the genderlessness of it wouldn't make words become lost.

OOC: Is this a recording, or is it a synthesized voice? I'm assuming that it's a synthesized voice, that can answer back. I can change my post around though, in case that was pre-recorded and there's no way to answer back.

IC: Billy said, "I can get you the vest and an unserialized rifle without trouble, but the C4 is restricted, so it's going to be tough if you're on a tight time frame. The nuclear warhead case isn't going to happen anytime soon either. I have to ask, what's this for? Iron Fist doesn't like competition, so if it's going to interfere with our operations, the deal won't go through".

"It'd be stupid to order from the same person you plan to kill: things like that are for movies and stories." The voice said, almost as if the speaker were insulted.

"Also, I am on a tight time-frame because the man I need this for is very famous, if I don't act now he may end up dead which means no money for me. So, when can I expect at least the vest and rifle? Also, I require that the rifle be capable of piercing armored targets and have thermal-capable scope if at-all possible." The voice said.

"It'd be stupid to order from the same person you plan to kill: things like that are for movies and stories." The voice said, almost as if the speaker were insulted.

"Also, I am on a tight time-frame because the man I need this for is very famous, if I don't act now he may end up dead which means no money for me. So, when can I expect at least the vest and rifle? Also, I require that the rifle be capable of piercing armored targets and have thermal-capable scope if at-all possible." The voice said.

"It doesn't have to be Iron Fist you're targeting. We have to be careful not to supply a business competitor. To the matter of your request, an unserialized high power rifle with thermal scope, and a Level III-A vest with Level IV rifle plates will run $20,000 for a rush job. Half now, half on delivery. If this is acceptable, you can send the payment now to the following account. Routing number 120344506, and account number 70345345304730", Billy replied.

OOC: Bump.