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A rather failed political party, the TFF (The Freedom Fighters), are anarchists who want no government control of anything. They have been mostly focused on politics in recent years, but have had little success and have accomplished very little for their cause.

Just under a week ago, the government was tipped off by a rouge member of their numbers that they were going to have a meeting in which they would discuss more radical means of meeting their ends. The government raided their meeting and discovered a number of bombs and other weapons. Most of the people at the meeting ran away, and most of them escaped. Their leader, Ramdan Jorraf was captured and the Draistanian thought that they had destroyed the threat for now, but then they attacked the convoy in a surprisingly bold move.

Ramdan Jorraf now has his face plastered all over the place and it would be nearly impossible for him to move around the country without being spotted, but it is entirely possible that many of his supporters escaped. Some to stayed in the country to continue on and try to rally more support to their cause, and some ventured to other countries to gain support, supplies, and rally many destabilizing terrorists to become more active. The terrorists lost a lot of supplies in the raid that they were planning on using and need more. Draistania would like to put an end to this as soon as possible and have sent out warnings to all international police forces.

President William Kanderous stepped onto the platform a little faster than usual. He had been on edge and had rapid movements ever since he heard that the TFF now was becoming a terrorist organization. This could throw Draistania back decades.

"Ladies and gentlemen of the press," he said as he looked straight out at them, "as you already know, certain members of the TFF has attempted to attack our nation to further their goals. I'd like to assure you all that the situation is under control. We believe that we can capture all remaining important members of the terrorist organization.

"I would also like to extend the invitation at this time to anyone who has any questions."

A lady in a tan dress was called upon when she raised her hand. "Mr. President, are all members of the TFF being arrested?"

"Not at all, we have no reason to believe that anyone that is currently in an official government office is a member of the TFF. We will only be looking into individuals that we have real evidence to believe that they are involved."

A man in a business suit was called upon next. "Mr. President, what do you have to say about Ramdan Jorraf escaping, the government does not inspire confidence."

"I am truly sorry if the government has not showed how we are in control of the situation. We want to catch Jorraf before he escapes the country. He is a coward and he is on the run now. Are there any more questions?"

The lady in the tan dress was called upon again. "Should Draistanians change anything in their normal life style due to the threat? What should we do if we see someone suspected of terrorism?"

"Everyone should live their lives as they normally would. The terrorist threat is all but neutralized. The only thing we need to do is round them up now. If you see someone who is suspected of terrorism, call the police and they will know what to do. Thank-you all for your time. No more questions for now."

He then stepped off the podium to return to his office. He didn't enjoy all of this lying, but as a politician it was part of his job. If he told the press how lost he really was the stock market could plummet and the tourism industry would die. He had to look strong, he had to make Draistania look strong. They were still in the lead in this war with the terrorists, if he gave them no room to work what he said would be pretty close to the truth, it was still possible to win this without further incident.

Kyle Defen was an ex-101st special agent. Retired, forced back into duty and deserted. He was on numbre uno on the 101st most wanted list. No one could track him, no one dared to do so. He was the best in his field. His specialty, sniping. The Draistanian president was getting into his limousine. Kyle had mercury AP rounds stored into his custimized .50 caliber Barrett M82 with a silencer. The president was 20 yards away from his car. Kyle sighted up. The red dot was on his chest, but the wind was blowing. 10 yards... Kyle repositioned and had the perfect shot. 5 yards... He fired.

Kanderous pulled out his computer and got to work as soon as he was in the limousine. There was much to do, not only with the terrorists, but issues all over the world. Suddenly, he heard a loud sound and then an intense pain in his lower arm, the most intense pain that he had ever felt. He screamed out in pain, people later would say that they heard it 2 blocks away and would never forget it.

The driver immediately stepped on the gas to get them away before a second shot could be fired. Kanderous still had a terrible pain in his arm, and that wasn't about to change. The limousine was headed for a hospital, the bullet had gone straight through his arm and they couldn't afford to stop right now and they needed some expert help with this.

Colonel Chad Shannon, the highest ranking military officer at the scene immediately ordered all police and soldiers in the area to search all of the buildings that the shot could have come from.

Kyle quickly grappled down the side of the building. He saw 2 guards look at him from a window. He jumped back up flipped, lowered himself and fired his M9 sound suppressed pistol killing both of them. When he was down, he jumped on his bike and rode back to the terrorist warehouse.

Ramdan Jorraf smiled to himself as the jeep he was riding in bounced over another rut. Every moment brought him that much closer to the TFF hideout. The attack on his prison convoy, carried out by his right hand man, Ken Durra, had been brutal. He recalled with joy as he watched several police officers drop as rounds from his comrade's guns had hit them with red mist bursting from many hits.

A few minutes later the jeep pulled up to a motel located on one of Draistania's major highways. He got out and quickly made his way inside and downstairs. Opening the false wall that hid his plans he was meet with a wave of cheering. TFF members were gathered there already waiting the return of their great leader.

"My brothers, and sisters!" Jorraf started, "Those men of so called 'law and order' could not stop the flow of anarcy! We will show them the error of their ways. We will show them that we are not gone. We will end their hold on our freedom. For now disperse, I will inform all of you when we will next meet. Law is wrong!"

"Law is wrong!" Shouted back the TFF.

As the TFF members left, Jorraf motioned Ken over. "Ken, we need to think of a way to hit back at these upholders of law."

Ken nodded. "There are some problems. In our attempt to free you, we used up a lot of ammo. We need more ammo, bad. As well as more weapons. I've been thinking about it. While a few soldiers were here on leave I overhead them speaking about the lax security at a base. It's a small base but the armory would have much of what we need."

Jorraf smiled. "Ken, this is why your my second. Make the calls. Get the TFF ready. Put your best man in charge."

Ken nodded. "I have something else for you, Jorraf." He lead Jorraf towards a small room. Inside was a man, his head covered in a burlap sack. Ken pulled the sack off to reveal a man who would have been attractive had it not been for the dozen or so cuts on his face.

"This is the man who told the lawmen where the meeting would take place. I thought if it would be fitting for you to handle this yourself. His name is-"

Jorraf cut him off. "I will find out myself." He moved closer to the man. "Before I kill you I am going to find out everything about you. You and your family will pay for this betrayal. Ken, fetch me a knife, a pair of pliers, and a sodering gun. It's going to be one of those days..."

William Kanderous was still bleeding when he was brought into the hospital surrounded by ten security guards. "We need a doctor here, ASAP!" The nurses looked frightened at the sudden influx of armed people but ran to get a doctor.

Kanderous had lost an unhealthy amount of blood, but that could be fixed. He knew that he would survive this day, but if the TFF could hit him that easily, then he was in trouble. Not to mention he had almost certainly lost much of the trust from the people. To be shot as soon as he was finished giving a speech on how the terrorists are under control was a disgrace!

A doctor was already there and checking on his arm as they moved him to one of the operating rooms. Who knew what for, Kanderous was too exhausted from the loss of blood to ask. He had competent people, they would take care of everything until he was awake and in his right state of mind.

Felix Uritsky, the head of the Committee for State security, also known as the CSS, took his place in the conference room with the senior staff of the CSS. He immediadly handed out a number of documents before saying" Well, I'm sure we are all familiar with the Draistani terrorist group, the TFF. I believe it is time to move forward with our plans. We are now ready to make contact with the group. They will no doubt accept our offer, even if they dislike us, because they will no doubt know the importance of having backers".

One of the senior staff then spoke up "Our people are in place to initiate contact. This will be an excellent opportunity. Also, here is the dossier you requested, sir". He then handed a number of documents to Felix. Felix then said "I believe that there is nothing more to add now regarding Draistania, so now on to other matters...".

Encryption Level 10, Maximum Encryption
To: The Freedom Fighters
From: The Federation of Osea

We are willing to give you significant aid in your struggle. If you are interested, meet us at the co-ordinates that are with this message.

OOC: If we accept the offer the TFF better send me.

ooc: I was not aware that you man was already in the TFF. I thought he'd come to us for aid and join the cause. (For a heafty fee of course.)

Ken was in the TFF plan room, ignoring out the screams coming from the traitors room, when the TFF communications expert, Eric, ran up to him with a small piece of paper.

"It's a message from Draistania, si-" Eric stopped just short of calling Ken "sir". Eric had been a member of the military before deserting and joining the TFF. He hadn't been high up so had no intellegence to offer but his training as a radioman had helped the TFF.

Ken's eyes flicked back and forth over the paper. He wondered what kind of aid these people could offer. Weapons? Ammo? Training? Whatever they offered he knew he could not turn down an offer like this. If only he had someone with some better skills that he could send.

"Everyone here-" Another scream from the traitor, "Well almost everyone here is loyal but none of them have any real diplomatic skills. Where is an secret agent when you need him?"

OOC: Your paying me man! And just send me.

OOC: Are you an expert sniper, bomber, and negotiator all at the same time? lol. Sorry, but I don't think that you can be an expert in everything.

OOC: No, I never said I'm good at planting bombs.

OOC: Oh, well, do whatever you want.

Vice President Geoffrey Anderson paced nervously back and forth in his office. He had never been asked to act as President in all the 7 years of Kanderous' term. Now he may have to take over, at least for a short time. It wouldn't be so bad if it wasn't for the fact that there was an increasingly powerful terrorist group seeking to bring the government down.

"Vice President Anderson," a secretary said as she walked slowly, and unusually nervously into his office, "there is a call for you from Chief of National Security Trussval."

"I'll talk to him," Anderson replied quietly, but not looking up from the ground. In a few seconds a screen on the wall lit up and the CNS (Chief of National Security) came onto the screen.

"Hi, how are you Anderson?" he asked sounding genuinely concerned.

"Well, there really isn't much I can say right now," he laughed nervously.

"I understand, but this is the main reason you were given your position, in case of a situation like this. It is time for you to fulfill your duties. The President is currently unable to perform his duties so you must."

"I know."

"So are you ready to step up as acting President?"

"As I'll ever be."

"I hope that you inspire more confidence when you address the people, but that is good enough for me. Now, you need to meet with me and the joint chiefs in the conference room ASAP, everyone has already been notified and are almost here. I've already prepared a statement."

"I'm on my way. I'll see you there."

ooc: Ok 101st go ahead and meet up.
To: The Federation of Osea
From: TFF
Re: Meeting
We are always looking for those willing to help our cause. We will be sending a man to meet you at the location you suggested.


As soon as Ken had finished the message a single gunshot rang out. Walking out of the seperate room, Jorraf walked out, his beloved ivory handled revolver smoking.

"Ken, get someone to clean up the shit in there. Meanwhile, what's the word on the raid?"

Ken pointed to a few of the TFF members sitting nearby and they rushed into the other room. "We just got a message from Osea. They suggested a meeting. I sent that 101st guy over there to see about getting us some weapons and other gear. Until that deal is finished I don't want to do anything. I've got Darrien ready to go with a dozen men to raid the small base I told you about earlier."

Jorraf smiled. "Very well, Ken. Do what you must. Meanwhile I need to relax. Why don't you see about getting a few "friendly" women over here for me and the men?"

A hearty cheer went up from the few remaining TFF members.

Kyle was already on his way. He drove a black sedan with special armor and bullet proof windows. Plus alittle bit of 'protection'. He wondered what ken and the others were doing. That wasn't his problem. He had a mission. He let his mind drift on personal matters though.

The location selected was a warehouse owned by a company that was by the osean government. At the moment, the workers had left for the night, so the only people there were the regular security and a number of CSS agents and soldiers. The head of the group, Nikolay Semyonov, looked at his watch.Whoever the TFF had sent should be arriving soon.

He then picked up a headset and said "The TFF should arrive soon. Inform me when they have arrived". The soldier at the other end replied "Yes sir, I'll inform the others" and then switched his headset to the other soldiers to inform them. Nikolay and the other agents then returned to waiting, and discussing some of the finer details of the operation.

The room of the chiefs of executive departments stood up solemnly as Geoffrey Anderson entered the room. Anderson walked over to his seat and sat down without a word, then everyone but CNS Trussval sat down with him.

"Ladies and Gentlemen," Trussval said as he began to walk slowly about the room, "as you know, Vice President Anderson is currently the acting head executive of Draistania after Kanderous' injury. We are here to aid him in his first few hours of office, and aid him in counter-striking."

Anderson smiled a little, almost laughing. Trussval was way too optimistic and always wanted to counter-strike. Worst of all, he believed that Draistania is more than just a speck on the map. He wouldn't say that to anyone, not even his own aids, but that was his opinion on the matter.

"Thank-you, Mr. Trussval. So, anyone have any ideas?"

There was an uncomfortable silence for a few seconds due to the surprising informality and showing of ignorance of the Vice President, but then Chief of Special Forces Erika Foster said, "Our Special Forces are looking into it, we might have a lead."

"I don't care what you might or might not have, tell me when you have something real to show us."

It could have been said a lot better, but many of the people in the room were slightly relieved as this was the first authoritative thing that he had said, maybe he did have some potential after all.

Chief of Public Relations Sarah Russel then chose to speak up, "The public is in a state of a panic right now, you should address them and let them know that the country is still in the hands of the Draistanian government."

Anderson's face turned red almost instantly as he glared over at Sarah Russel. "Why? So that the terrorists can take shots at me too? Are you after my job? What is your problem!"

Trussval quickly interupted, "I must agree with Sarah. A nation in panic will threaten our security just as much or maybe more than the terrorists. Besides, you don't have to do it out in the open, we could do it right here. Invite over a trusted camera crew and release recordings to the radio stations. It is your job to keep the country in good hands. You are the President as far as this nation is concerned."

Anderson sat there in silence, his head resting on the palm of his hand as he stared at the table. "Fine, Sarah set up a conference, and have someone write me a speech. Erika, follow up on that lead. Everyone else, keep me advised."
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Delilah Davidson looked at the huge walls of apartments that loomed around her. She was constantly looking over her shoulder. When she had joined the TFF, she thought that she was doing something good, something to make the world a more free place, but now she was dropping off packages when she didn't even know the contents, dancing naked for men and letting them do as they wished to her, and she knew that she could be responsible for helping the terrorists. She didn't know what was worse.

She pulled out a stick of marijuana to smoke. At least the current government allowed that, she didn't know what she would do without it.

"You know it isn't healthy to smoke," a voice came from behind her. She jumped and almost screamed. The marijuana fell out of her hand and onto the ground. "Sorry for startling you, I have a tendency to sneak up on people."

It was Sam Barnett, a man that would just wander around the neighborhood. Many suspected him of working with the government, but no one had ever substantiated these claims. "What do you want, Sam?"

"You work with the TFF, we both know that you know something."

"I don't know anything."

"Delilah sweetie, we both know you are lying. Are you afraid someone will kill you if you talk here? We could bring you in for government protection."

"Don't call me sweetie."

"I don't think that you approve of what is going on. I think that you want to tell me what is going on so that I can stop innocent people from getting hurt."

Delilah stayed quiet for a few seconds. She had always thought that a world without government, without all those burdening laws, would be great. She hadn't even fully considered all of the death and destruction that would happen in the transition between government and no government.

"The TFF isn't responsible for that. It is people branching off from us. People who take it too far."

"Whatever helps you go to sleep at night. If you change your mind, you know where to find me. I want to help you."

With that, Sam walked away. She knew that he was right, but couldn't bring herself to betray her friends and put herself in danger. The TFF was her life, she never wanted that to change.

Devin Pasters A young man about twenty-five he was small, skinny pale skin he a dedicated member of the Free Resistance Army
he has used the last seven years of his life to promote the Free Resistance Army and its Anarchist ways. He hates any form of government
and he not afraid to admit even so much it got him kicked out of college for being too radical. He's not afraid to kill to topple the Angaorian government and bring about anarchy. He walked across the street carrying a large briefcase he walked into a Bana City Police Station. He stop at the main desk and placed his briefcase down beside the main desk. He looked at the police officer and said

"Can you tell me the way to the George Hotel"? "I'm new to Bana City." said Devin

The police looked at him with a smile and said back to him

You go about four blocks south and make a left and proceed another two blocks said Police Officer

"Thank You have a good day sir" said Devin

He smilied at the police officer and turned around and walked out the building and he turned south
He proceed the four blocks and stop at a little mini market. He dial a number on a cellphone and ring could be heard although
the officer at the main desk reached down. He pick up the briefcase and He opened it up which tiggered a large explosion ripping
through the police instantly killing the police officer holding it and 24 others along with 37 wounded. Devin could hear the explosion and
see the explosion he destory the cellphone he used to call the number. While everybody else was reacting in terror Devin stop at a payphone. He
placed his two quarters in and dial a number. A man on the phone answered "hello" said the man "Job completed massive amount of destruction" said Devin .
He hung up the phone before the man could say anything back. He proceed south again down four more blocks to his hotel he walked into the hotel and hop
on the elevator. Riding it to the 4th floor he entered the room two rooms down from the elevator entrance. He closed the door behind him and he walked over to
a drawer. He took out a Smith & Wesson Model 39 pistol he grabbed a magezine out the drawer and load it inside and he cocked the gun and placed between his pants and back. He put a jacket on and placed two suits from the closet in a suitcase. He grabbed everything he brought with him and he left the hotel and got into a car park on the other side of the street.












President Shives got up out of his seat from his office after he was informed that his emergency Homeland security council was formed. President Shives walked into The Presidental Palace Situation room. Everybody stood up and he then sat down and said "You all may be seated"

"Alright for those who are wondering why we are here right now". "Several large bombing explosions have occurred all over Angaor many of these targets were of strategic value". "John exactly what places have been targeted" said President Shives

John Peters the National Security Advisor flip over some papers and took a sip of water and read off a list.

"They targeted a police station in Bana City", "A naval hospital in Lenoir," "That's so far" said John Peters

"Casualities?" said President Shives

"Two hundred and fifty and rising at a alarming rate". said Seceretary of Homeland Security William Young

President shives sat there for a minute thinking that was horrible number of casualites with some many people dead.
He scanned threw his head what kind of people would do something so sicken to cause families the pain and suffering
of losing a loved one. But for all those who are responsible he would bring to justice and make sure something like that
never happens again. Suddenly he thought about the press statement from his department since nobody hasn't heard anything from
leadership of the nation.

President Shives looked at Robert Burrows who is the current press secertary

"Robert i want a press statement released immediately to the public"."I want every major Investigative
service in Angaor investigating these sites". "I want to know what kind of bomb it was". "Who behind these bombing and I want every resource of the Homeland Security and Justice Department dedicated to finding these terrorists" said President Shives





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OOC: Sorry, could you RP the meeting for me Bywhan. I don't have time right now.

Vice President Anderson sat down behind the desk that had been designated for his use while he was here in the safe bunker. He had already read through his speech, though that didn't really matter right now, he only wanted to make sure that he would get out of all this alive.

"20 seconds Mr. Vice President," said a man behind a camera. He had been well checked over before being allowed down here, but Anderson still didn't like him being here, he wanted as few people as possible here, less chance for assassins to get in. "3, 2, 1..."

"Good after noon citizens of Draistania," Anderson said with a fake smile. "I am sure that you are all aware and possibly frightened by the attempt on President Kanderous' life earlier by terrorists that he believed to be under control. I confess that the terrorists were underestimated by our government, but we are no longer doing so. Our government is now hunting them twice as hard as before, and we are confident that they will be caught and brought before officials to answer for their crimes soon. So, do not be afraid to continue on about your lives as you normally would. Police are out in full force and they will catch anyone intending harm on the country or its' citizens.

"I would also like to say, President Kanderous is still under sedatives at the moment, but within a few hours will be awake. His injured arm will not be fully functional any time soon, but I have received word that he will be making a full recovery. If we have any information that is relevant to your safety, it will be released. Thank-you for your time, citizens of Draistania, and may God bless you."

The camera man then shut off the camera and prepared to leave. Anderson was glad, he didn't want anyone but his advisers around right now, and even a few of them he would prefer they not be there.

As Anderson sat at his desk pondering if he should get up and help out, Chief of International Affairs Thomas Walter entered, looking over his shoulder. Anderson had expected others to be with him as well to either congratulate him or give him an update, it was strange that Walter was alone, especially considering his being with the Centrist party.

"That was a fine speech Mr. President."

No one had called him President yet, it felt kind of good, though it wasn't officially his title yet. "Thank-you Mr. Walter, where is Trussval?"

"I made sure that he and everyone else would be busy for a moment or two longer, I had my people call them and keep them tied up."

"And why would you do that?"

"I need to talk to your in private. You see, I have a proposition that not everyone here would approve of."

"Oh really, and what might that be?"

"You need to impose martial law. We need to put curfews on everyone, search people's homes at will, and imprison anyone who might be a threat."

This offer took Anderson off guard for a few seconds. He knew that the Centrists advocated this type of thing and normally would have laughed him off, but this might be their opportunity at being safe. "Let's do it."

"Let's do it? No resistance? No questions?"

"The whole 'weak central government' has worked up till' now, but we've got terrorists here. It is time for the government to kick it up a notch."

"Well, I am glad you see things my way for once. You should make preparations at once."

Just at that moment, Trussval walked in. "Excellent speech Mr. Vice President! The President would be proud of you. Just sorry I didn't have the time to watch it in person."

"Yes, yes. I am imposing martial law."

"What? Is this a joke?"

"No, and I expect you to help me do it."

Trussval stood there in silence for a few seconds, staring at the Anderson. "You just gave that speech about how everything is alright. If you impose martial law now, think about what it will do to public opinion and trust in us, to the economy, to the world's opinion of us!"

"It doesn't matter! We need to get through this alive and we can rebuild from there!"

"You coward, you are just looking out for yourself here! You can't handle the country so you are just keeping it on its' knees so that it can't do anything that scares it!"

"Enough! I am your President! As far as you are concerned, I am God! Now help me or go home so that I can find someone who can do the job!"

Trussval glared at him and said, "Fine, I'll help you, but I'll be making a full report of this when the President wakes up."

"Watch out, double-crossing me may have unwanted effects."

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Delilah sat in her apartment, crying a little. She didn't know how she had ended up in this situation. She had the potential for a bright career, but her crazy political ideals got in the way and now she was in a bad place.

Her cell phone buzzed, she had received a picture and message from someone she didn't know. She opened it up to see a picture of her sister, Trudy, tied to a chair. She gasped and her hand started shaking. She felt more fear than ever before. She didn't want to look at the message, but she knew she had to.

She opened the message to read, "your sister is safe for now dont tell anyone about anything"

It was probably from the TFF, she knew that they wouldn't ignore the situation with Sam. She didn't know if they would let her sister go or not. She wished that she could just die on the spot and not have to worry about it.

Devin arrived back at a warehouse located in the small city of Hudson. He walked inside there were several guys holding Ak-47's. He walked over to a table and placed his briefcase down. He looked over his shoulder he could see Karl Frin approaching him. Karl Frin was the leader or the general he was in charge of opreations in central Angaor. Devin is one of 6 captains controlling a twenty man squad under the command of Karl Frin

Karl Frin looked at Devin with a smile on his face and said

"Nice work we got the government in panic right now"."I have another job for you through". said Karl

Devin stood in quiet for a minute, he just completed a job he wanted to rest but he knew he couldn't tell him no.

"Alright, what kind of job are you talking about"?

"I'm going to go meet with Ted Travian i know how you don't like him". "But his money is essential to our opreations"."So now it's time to bring ourselves to light". "I need you to take a crew and kidnap Thomas Panago the CEO of International Shipping Solutions". "He will be traveling this route you should probably hit him on the way back from a business meeting".

Karl handed a photo of Thomas Pango and information on time and type of vehicle. Devin took the photo folded it up and placed the photo in pocket. he walked over to another table were several people were sitting.

"We got another job a kidnapping" "Bring your guns" said Devin

The group of people got up and walked over a wall with several new Ak-47's lined up on it. They grabbed their AK 47's and placed ski masks over their heads. Devin grabbed a .45 off the table and made sure it was loaded it and walked outside. The group of men took two suv's while Devin and three other's took a car. It took a two hour ride for the group to get to the location where they would takedown the businessman.

The group parked in a gas station they waited a few hours when they saw the luxury sedan. The two suv's pulled out and the first suv's accelerate pass the sedan and pulling in front. The second suv stop in back the sedan driver came to a complete stop cussing. Four guys hopped out the first suv pointing their guns at driver Devin's car pulled up he got out the car he placed a silencer on his forty-five. he opened up the driver door and shot him once in the head. he picked up the shell casings and walked towards the back of the car. The businessman looked at him and said

"What the hell" said Thomas

Devin took the gun and pistol whipped him he had two guys grabbed him and placed him in the truck. They left the scene real quick once they got back to the warehouse they tied him up to a chair and lefted him in a room. Devin wasn't going to do anything with him yet. Beacause he didn't really know his importance except they could probably get a mutimillion dollar ransom out of him. Karl came out of a office in the warehouse with Ted Travian

"I didn't know you were here" said Devin

"Yeah" said Karl

"I got your man in the other room" said Devin

"Alright good I'm going to go ahead and inform you of the situation." "You have probably wondered why we have all of a sudden came across large expolivse". "We have been receving help from a group Draistanian group called the TFF". "Through our contacts with Ted he has brought us into contact with them for the job you just completely"." I will be hopefully sitting up a meeting with them on behalf of our great leader" "If sucessful it would bring us to the forefront". said Karl

"Alright", "I guess we could use some help around here" said Devin

Devin walked towards the back of the warehouse were there was a small bed were he layed down and slept

To:The Freedom Fighters
From: Free Resistance Army

I'm Karl Frin a general in the Free Resistance Army we have recently been put at the forefront of anarchy in Angaor. We would like to engage in a meeting sometimes. Here at 12th street Hudson, Eaglin

ooc: wow... 2 meetings and an attack on an army base. good thing I have a lot of free time. lol.

IC: Kyle's vehicle pulled up to the wearhouse that the Osea people had said that they would meet him at. As he walked into the wearhouse his eyes darted back and forth. Alert for anything out of the ordinary. He hoped he could get some good gear from these guys. He had plans to raise high in the TFF ranks and this would be sure to help.
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Ken had just sent Mitch and his group of 12 men out the door. They would be raiding the army base. As they loaded into the large semi trailer he nodded to each man in turn. They would do him and Jorraf proud. Suddenly Eric ran up to him and handed him another scrap of paper. Another rebel group wanted to meet? This was just too good to be true.

"Send another one of our men to the meeting. At this point we need all the help we can get."
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Jorraf rolled over and stood up. The two women he had spent the last night with were still sleeping.
"Always a good thing." He said to himself with a little smirk. He sat down at his computer and began to punch up information. Ken updated his computer's data frequently and he looked at the TFF's pitiful ammo and weapon supply. Ken was on that. As was Kyle, that 101st guy. Jorraf liked him. If he kept a level head he would go far. Maybe even up to his other right hand man... only time would tell.

A small group of CSS troops, in full armour and carrying AK-74s, walked up to Kyle. The leader of the troops took a look at him, then said "I'll take you to where you need to go". He then took kyle through the warehouse to the main room where Nikolay and the other CSS agents were waiting.

"What are we going to accomplish with this meeting?" said Kyle

Nikolay replied "I'm here to see what aid you require and how to get it to you. So, what kind of equipment do you require?".

"We need Ak's, Snipers, armor, vehicles," said Kyle," and also we need men."

Nikolay replied "We should be able to provide AK-74s, with ammunition. If you would prefere AK-47s, tell me. Snipers and body armour wont be a problem. If you would like, we can provide you with anti-tank and anti-aircraft missiles as well as supplies of explosives and the equipment and instruction manuals to supply yourself with a variety of long ranged rockets.

I will also get you all the basic supplies you should need. As for getting you men, that will be a problem. I can get instructors to help train new recruits but it is unlikely that any troops will be spared to do the fighting for you." He thought for a moment and then continued "It might be possible for us to help volunteers, such as people who have beliefs to your group, to get to this country so they can join your group. What do you think?".

"Good, what shall we give you in return?" asked Kyle

Nikolay replied "We require nothing off you, at least not yet. We will wait untill you have expanded before that is sorted out. If you wish, we can show you some of the equipment we will supply you so that you can see if it is up to your standards".

The semi trailer bounced over what seemed like the millionth pothole. The men in the back at on the floor talking and joking with each other. No one was thinking about the attack. They didn't want to think about possibly dying.
In the cab Pete, the man Ken had put in charge of the attack attempted to make conversation with Ryan "Speech". It was an ironic name as not one person had ever heard Ryan say more than 3 words at a time. Unless it was a joke. Speech did love his jokes.
"So, Speech," Pete tried again, "You got a lady friend somewhere?"
Speech just continued to look out the window.
"Why do I bother?" Pete said to himself as the semi rolled down the road.
Pete racked his brain. Maybe he knew a joke that Speech didn't.
"Hey Speech, you know what you call a cow with no legs?"
Speech looked towards him and shook his head.
"Ground Beef." Speech stared at Pete for a moment before letting out a chuckle.
"Good one." He said before looking out the window again.
Pete sighed to himself. He had tried. He spotted the base off in the distance. He hit the breaks and honked the horn. It let the men in the back know that it was almost time to attack.
The plan was straight foreward. Run the truck through the gates, go to the armory, grab the guns, and get the hell away before the serious help showed up. They had an alternate trailer and cab stashed not too far away incase they needed to ditch this one.
"Here goes nothing." Pete said to himself as he floored the petal...

Peter Jarret walked slowly around the base on his usual patrol. He had been told to be extra careful today due to the terrorist threat. He had heard a number of warnings in his lifetime, and most didn't affect him. They were all in the capital sector of Draistania city.

He started to yawn, but then he noticed a truck speeding towards the gate. "What the... There aren't supposed to be any deliveries today. He is going way too fast! Hey! You, halt! I'm going to need some identification!"

It was too late, the truck had already broken through the gate. There were only 5 men on duty right now, but they all started to fire in the direction of the truck.

Nikolay replied "We require nothing off you, at least not yet. We will wait untill you have expanded before that is sorted out. If you wish, we can show you some of the equipment we will supply you so that you can see if it is up to your standards".

After inspecting and approving of the weapons, Kyle rode back to base with a report. He found the 2 leaders sitting around toying with some women. "Sir, they argeed to supply us with everything we need with no cost. The weapons and other things are perfect. But I have a bad feeling about this."

Rounds fired from the guards ripped through the trailer and hit one of the men riding in the head, a spray of red mist showering the rest of the men.

Pete spun the wheel sending the truck around a turn towards the armory. Speech was firing his 9mm out the window in an attempt to keep the guards from taking aimed shots at the cab.

As the trailer swung to follow the cab the doors opened and several of the men in the back began spaying rounds wildly, the distinct chatter of their AK-47s echoing into the night.

"There's the armory!" Yelled Speech as he reloaded his pistol. Pete spotted the armory and swung the cab around to point towards the armory.

Once again the cab sped up...

Peter Jarret didn't know what was going on yet, it was odd that they would attack one little base out in the middle of nowhere. He didn't have time to think about that though. Now he needed to take out those AK-47s.

Then the truck took a sharp turn, it was headed for the armory. The terrorists needed more supplies, of course. Peter kept firing at the truck, but he couldn't chase it very well due to the continuing suppressing fire coming from the truck. One of his friends, Troy Webster, attempted to pursue the truck a little too closely and was shot in the stomach. He wouldn't die instantly, but he probably would die from that wound.

Peter didn't give up chase of the truck, but he kept up as best he could.

Official Response of the Fascist Federation of the Grand World Order

The Fascist Federation officially declares war on the so-called "Freedom Fighters" of Draistania. No negotiations will be held with them, the only outcome will be complete, total, swift, and brutal annihilation of this pathetic terrorist organization. We will be deploying a mixed-department force with units coming from the Federal Army, the Federal Air Force, the Federal Guard, laced with Federal Marine Corps and Special Tactics Force groups, pending on acceptance by the Draistania Government.

Vice President Anderson was still sitting in his office. He finally felt big, making major executive decisions like this. The police and army were still preparing, but he had been promised that martial law would be imposed. President Kanderous still could be a threat to his plans, but he already had plans on how to deal with him.

His secretary walked in and said, "We have received a message from the Grand World Order of high importance."

"With everything going on today, what could this be about?" Anderson grumbled. "Well, send it to my computer." The message was sent to his computer and he quickly read it. "Umm... I think that we need to assemble the joint chiefs again."

Official Response of Draistanian Executive Office

The Confederacy of Draistania would like to thank and applaud the Fascist Federation of The Grand World Order for their concern in this matter and their fight against global terrorism. Your efforts in this area have a stabilizing effect on the world.

We cannot, however, accept this magnitude of help at this time. The terrorists are not massing in the streets in large numbers just yet, they are still mostly in hiding. If anyone were to send tanks and soldiers through the streets it would cause chaos and it is against our policies to allow a foreign nation to enter invasion sized forces into our country.

If you have intel on the situation that we do not then we would encourage you to divulge it. If we receive word that the TFF may try and enter your country, you will be alerted. At this time, the only thing that we would ask you to do is kill or capture any TFF members found outside of our borders.

If you wish to have a greater role in stopping the terrorists, then we may open a dialogue, but at this moment we have had little prior negotiation. We respect your anti-terror objectives, but we simply cannot allow you to send in large military forces at this time. We would accept an embassy from your nation if you wish to improve negotiations in the future.

Pete screeched the truck up to the armory. The men in the back jumped to the ground and began to spray rounds in the direction they had came to discourage anyone from following. Speech blew the door in with a small C-4 charge and rushed inside with Pete and two others, leaving the other five outside to cover them.

Inside the armory small pale whit light filtered down to the floor. There were rows of weapons lined along the wall. P99s were stacked in crates along with several Mossburg 500s, M4s and a few crates of M67 gernades.

The men grabbed whatever they could carry. The first to go where the weapons, followed by crate and crate of ammo. As he went back for another box of ammo, Pete's foot hit something solid and he went sprawling to the ground. Looking back he saw a long, thin crate. Curious he pried it open. Inside was a brand new M24 sniper rifle. Pete picked up the precioous weapon and ran it to the truck.

As he threw it in he shouted, "That's it! We need to leave now!"

The men piled into the truck. Pete began to turn the truck around when he heard a loud crunch. Looking out the mirror he saw that he had hit the side of the armory.

"Good thing we already had to ditch this truck." He laughed to himself. After a tense moment he managed to swing the truck around a head back the way they came.

The remaining guards kept firing, but could do little more than stare after a moment. Men were just now pouring out of the barracks. But it was too late now. An advisory was put out for all police to be on the look out for the truck, but they would likely dump it as soon as possible.
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Delilah was sick about her sister, she didn't know what to do. So, she did the only thing that she could do, she went to work. If they suspected her of even considering turning them in, they would likely kill her.

She took a bus to work, every move she made, every move the bus made, seemed like an eternity as her anxiety grew. She just wanted this day to be over. She eventually reached the warehouse and got to work.

Nikolay waited untill Kyle left before turning to the commander of the soldiers guarding the warehouse and said "They are no doubt suspisious, but they have agreed. This warehouse will be important, so you better make sure it is secure as possible".

He then picked up a briefcase before continuing "As for me, I will be going back to our country to sort out the details. I shouldn't be back for a while, so my assistant, Vladimir..." here he pointed to another man, that looked slightly younger than him "...will be staying just in case anything happens. The commander replied "Nothing will happen sir, I can guarentee it". Nikolay then smiled before saying goodbye to the commander and then left.