NationStates Jolt Archive

Up in the canyons in Northern Motokata up the winding canyon roads a small farm sat nestled on the peaks. Clean air, away from the major cities and crime, it was always the ideal place to have a family. Still isolation can take a toll, especially for a 16 year old girl. Hikaru Okawa, like her family was charged with the daily upkeep and that included herding the sheep.

They farmed Cocoa which besides chocolate was the main ingredient on Cocaine. But this family had nothing to do with the drug war, or trade. They were honest people making honest days work. In addition to cocoa they also had sheep. Wool and other byproducts helped in production for many things. Harvesting came, besides cocoa they also had several spindals full of sheep's wool. The father loaded it up and was quickly greeted by his oldest daughter.

"Hi Papa."

"Hi sweetheart. What is it this time?"

"What I can't say hi to my dear pa with out wanting something?"

"With you...no."

"Oh okay, I was hoping to drive the truck in my self."

"I don't know sweetheart."

"What it's easy. I go to the city, I put everything on the scale, they hand me the cash. I've seen you and Ma do it a trillion times now. I can do it. I really want to go into town and blow my allowance. Please please please?!"

"All right. All right. Okay, you can go, BUT be back no later than 7, if you are running late, you call right away."

"Okay." She kissed his cheek. "Thanks Pa." She hopped into the beaten up pick-up truck and began the long drive down the windy canyon roads. It was really risky to drive them, they were dangerous. And some like the truck behind her, had no courtesy. "I'm not going any faster." She uttered

Soon the truck began bumping her. "All right. Jerk." She pulled off the side and let the truck speed by. "Kill your self for all I care." She began the decent once more. A bright sunny day it was perfect for the harsh drive down the "Hell Road" so referred to by locals. Overhead she could see a large Black Hawk Helicopter fly over. Likely the Motokatan Drug Agency watching for unlawful activity.

About midway down there's a port of entry. Where the road gets even more challenging the Government set up a checkpoint to prevent easily preventable accidents. In addition it controlled the flow of drugs in and out of the cities.

"Okay you are good to go. Drive carefully, miss."

"Thanks."

She began the drive soon pulling off onto a rest area. This would be the last area to relive her self before the road became really narrow. When emerging from the vault toilet she could hear arguing.

"I was guaranteed at least 40 kilos. What am I suppose to tell my clients all over the country and overseas."

"Look we had to bust out of there in a hurry the Feds were on our tail."

"You weren't spotted were you?"

"No, no we got out before they got in. We were able to torch the place as well."

"Very well, but you still came out short."

"Tell you what, you can pay us half."

"Sure, no problem."

Hikaru couldn't help but look, she was a real simpleton not used to this kind of action in her usually uneventful life. She knew if she was spotted she could be killed so she just kept low and quiet.

"I've got your payment right here." The man pulled out a machine gun and blasted the maker away. Hikaru hit the horn in her terror, bringing the others to attention.

She started her truck and began speeding down the road. It was horribly dangerous to go this fast but she had to or she would likely be killed. Before too long the truck who was insisting to pass her earlier was on her tail again. He bumped her off the road and sent her careening down a steep hill and smack into a tree. She stumbled out slightly battered. With the cartel catching up to her.

"Well well, a snoop."

"Hey, I'm just a teenager. I'm a farmer."

"Are you?"

"Yeah."

"You know Drug Dealers run a high-bounty, now what makes me think a poor dirt rat wouldn't want to turn us in."

"I won't I swear."

"Boss! We have Feds inbound. Helicopter patrol is rounding the peak."

"Let's kill her now!"

"No. If we do than we have a body."

"Christ man, it will look like a friggin accident. She was going to fast and ran off the road."

"Better make a decision quick."

"Well we need a delivery mule don't we? Since Conway got snuffed. Why don't we keep her boss. She's rather cute."

"All right. Night, smash the windshield open. That way when they come to investigate they'll think her body flew down into the ravine."

The sound of a helicopter drew close.

"Wait, boss, I've got an idea."

The chopper was soon on top of them. Two agents roped down.

"You okay?"

"Oh she's fine, she lost control and careened off. Thank god it was with a hill huh?"

She silently nodded as he held the gun into her backside. "I don't have insurance, so please don't report this. We're too poor to afford the insurance and we'll never be able to pay the fee for this."

"All right. But we're still going to have to radio this in. Some people will be here shortly to help deal with this."


Soon the Agents were gone and the chopper had moved on.

"Let's go. I'd rather not wait around." He urged everyone into their trucks and jeeps.

When evening fell tow crews were working to pull the wrecked truck onto the road. Detective Kawasaki part of the Drug Squad was on scene. It wasn't suspected it was a Drug Call but because Drug Agents called it, he decided to check it out.

"DEA called it in." A CSI tech told him.

"Yeah so where are the good Samaritans?"

"Sir, down the road about 5 miles we found evidence of another possible crash. Unfortunately it's at the Death Drop. 850 feet, not likely we'll ever find them."

"Well makes sense they were probably rushing to get her to a hospital and went off the road themselves. Did anyone get an ID on them?"

"No sir."

"Careful, careful!" The tow cable snapped causing the truck to roll down the hill and deep into the canyon.

"Idiots! Now we can't identify who ever the hell was driving this truck, well done!"

"Sorry sir."

"Oh sorry, NOT AS SORRY AS I AM! Get the hell out of here all of you."

"Relax. It was probably someone driving to fast. Doubt it was of any interest."

"Yeah well I have three girls of my own, I just feel for the parents probably going insane about wondering where there daughter is right now."


In fact they were. "She left over 8 hours ago. She's not in school right now."

"Well that is true, but we can't declare a missing person until 24 hours. Your daughter is a teenager therefor she's not in the high-risk."

"She's a 16 year old!" the mother cried. "How is she not high-risk?"

"Well compared to a 4 year old or something, she can defend her self and easily run. In addition there is the possibility she ran away."

"Why would my daughter runaway from home?"

"Well Mr. Tsumoto, a lot of these teenagers isolated in the mountains or on the plains for so long tend to grow cabin fever. An argument or something can easily spark it off."

"We had a small argument a few days ago," Her mother continued "But nothing to make her runaway. She must be missing."

"Yeah, or hurt or something. What if she went off the road somewhere?"

"Possibly. But we have had no reports matching the vehicle you found."

"Listen we'll do all we can. Just remain patient."

The police left.

"Takumi?" She asked.

"Bull. I'm hiring talking to the sheriff. I'm calling for a cab to go down, I'll look for her along the way."

"You won't find anything. Wait till morning. Go into the city then and look into getting more help."

The nearest police station was miles away.

"We dropped the car."

"How did you drop a half-ton truck?"

"Well the cable snapped sir. The DEA Agent didn't make it easier."

"Oh the DEA Agent. Well if I get an angry call it's on your heads. And guess what, I'm also up for election as Governor. What kind of car was it again?"

"It was a white pick-up. Old, at least 10-15."

"Christ, it was probably some duche not wanting to pay the fine for no insurance. These dirt rats that litter the mountains are all dirt poor, and no body was found at the scene. The way I see it, there's nothing for us to look into."

"Sheriff." the radio crackled.

"Go ahead."

"We have a possible MT, 16, female."

"24 hour rule, you told the parents that right?"

"Affirmative."

"Than why are you telling me now? Call me tomorrow evening when it's been 24 hours. Anyway."

"Woah Sheriff, Missing Teen? What if it was the driver of that truck?"

"Again, she'll probably turn up in the morning."

ooc: Is it a'ight if I be a detective?

The following day Takumi made it down the road to talk with the Sheriff.

"Listen, until..."

"I know the damn 24 hour rule but my daughter is missing. I want someone to start looking."

"Sir, there's a good chance your daughter has gone off the road and is at the bottom of that godforsaken canyon."

"My daughter is a very safe driver. She's even timid to go 15 on that road. Have you found the truck or any thing?"

"Well...No. We haven't sir. Nothing at all."

"Than she could be alive. I mean if you've found nothing to indicate she could have gone off the road she could be alive."

"We'll look into it sir. I promise." He urged him out of the room.

"You know, if you don't help them they'll go to the media."

"I don't need the Executive Committee to see this. I need to do something about it." He grined as an idea sprung to mind.

In the evening Takumi and held his wife as they hoped and prayed for their daughter's safety. The sound of knocking made them rush to the door.

"Yes?"

"Mr. Mori, your and your wife are under arrest for the murder of your daughter."

"What?"

Cuffs were slapped onto them as they were taken to the police station. The sheriff had the media on them right away.

"Why did you kill your daughter?"

"We didn't." They were processed.

"Well after a short investigation we quickly discovered there was a substantial life insurance placement on their daughter so the parents sabotaged the truck causing her to go off the road."


Later on the local Judge sat down with the sheriff.

"Well I can understand you wanting to cover but I can't forgo a criminal trial. I'm also eying a seat on the High Bench in the Capitol."

"Right well the media has already convicted them. All we have to do is put on a nice trial show and throw them in a cell forever. More than likely their daughter is dead anyway."

"Well considering I'm letting you hold them with a bogus theory executed by you I can only play along or risk my position on the Bench."

"And think about it, the Sheriff who solved the case. I'm tough on crime. It will hold me in the polls real well."

"What if they ask for an attorney?"

"Can't you deny them one?"

"At present no. Unless handed to me by official Executive Order from the State Holder down. We only hold people with out trial for treason and terrorism. BUT considering these two are farmers I can appoint them a law-school rookie. They get an attorney for free, they'll never be able to hire one."

"Exceptional. Judge when I'm Governor I will personally write your letter of Recommendation to Miss Oda. You'll be on the High Court in no time."

ooc: Is it a'ight if I be a detective?

(sure you can be a detective)

ooc Motokata you could give bit more what you like to do and what tech setting this is to help people

ooc Motokata you could give bit more what you like to do and what tech setting this is to help people

(it will be Modern Tech. Basically Hikaru is going to become a drug mule for the people who kidnapped her while her parents try desperately to not only find her but also clear their names. I need drug receivers as well as additional police and/or military force.)

OOC-I'll play drug lord. It seems I'm becoming more and more evil every thread. MUWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! [cue evil music, thunder and lighting, etc.] lol

OOC-I'll play drug lord. It seems I'm becoming more and more evil every thread. MUWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! [cue evil music, thunder and lighting, etc.] lol

(oooh your hired! :D)

OOC-yes!
IC-Mizawa Takani was one of the largest drug lords in the area. He was considered untouchable by many, and had managed to weasel out of no less than 14 trials. Often because the key witnesses, or the prosecuting attorneys, kept winding up dead in back alleys. The police had simply stopped trying, and had concentrated on actually stopping the drugs themselves, rather than the supplier.
Mizawa was getting impatient. Two of his runner were supposed to have been back here a while ago with 40 kilos, which would have gone a long way towards buying that new villa on the coast. They were late. Mizawa was contemplating whether or not to shoot them both if they ever showed up, when he decided to contact them. He motioned to one of his secretaries. "Get me (insert names here) on the phone. I want to know what's up."

OOC: Can I be the really strict military officer?

ooc MT/PMT as you know,so can't help

Dragon: Yes you can

Imperial: That's fine, I actually prefer you sit this one out

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"Boss, it's Takani."

"Akira here. Yeah we're fine, we had a little delay in the Cocoa canyons. We're taking care of it as we speak. We'll be down in the harbor in another hour."

When the hour passed they dragged her out of the car.

"If you don't want your precious mommy and daddy to be burned alive in their sleep you will keep your mouth shut. You here?"

She silently nodded.

"Not a word, not even a prayer."

He yanked the cross necklace from her and tossed it into the water. Hikaru felt bad it was a gift from her parents.

"Sorry we're late." He tossed her to the floor. "This was our delay. She spotted us taking care of Mr. Tanaka in the canyon. We managed to make her conveniently disappear."

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Over her morning coffee Attorney at Law Yuki Aihira spotted the grapevine story of the parents.

"What the hell? Koh, listen to this. Takumi and Aa Mori, two farmers in the North Canyon commonly known as Cocoa Canyon have been indicted on charges of murdering their daughter for life insurance topping $250,000 Dinars."

He whistled "Damn, another insurance killing."

"There's some bull to that story. Think two farmers having a 250 grand life insurance on their daughter? That's even more than what my own children are insured for, and I'm a lawyer. This isn't right, I'm going up there."

"You know Mr. Takagi won't like that. He said for you to stop taking Pro bono."

"We represent CyberLink3, MediTech, and several white collar trash who embezzle their client's money, between them we're pulling down 5.12 million Dinars a year. Surely I can take a free case every now and again."

"I know your the idealist."

"Hey I worked my way through law school, rich boy." She whacked him with a newspaper. "Ow. Good luck."

She peered into her bosses office. "No." He said.

"Come on, you haven't even heard me ask you anything yet."

"No."

"Come on. Mr. Takagi..."

"Your coming to me with yet another sob story you want to take pro-bono. If you want to keep working for free you can resign and go work for the Public Defenders Office."

"Come on, you know I'm your best attorney here."

"You've got two minutes."

"A farm family is being accused of murdering their daughter."

"Of course, we all know farmers don't kill their children."

"Let me finish. The Local Authorities claim it was for life insurance. But the sum of her insurance is far to high for a family of this income."

"You know, I happen to know some poor people who have insurance."

"Yes, but they farm cocoa and wool. At most they pull down 150,000 Dinars a year. Breaking down the average cost of living in this country, half goes to mortgage, health, bills, and basic living needs."

"Right."

"I'm sure if I get a look at there records, I can prove they could never have had such money and get the case dismissed, no trial, no headaches."

"All right, all right! I swear if you weren't one of my best attorney's--"

"Thank you boss."

"Boss, it's Takani."

"Akira here. Yeah we're fine, we had a little delay in the Cocoa canyons. We're taking care of it as we speak. We'll be down in the harbor in another hour."

When the hour passed they dragged her out of the car.

"If you don't want your precious mommy and daddy to be burned alive in their sleep you will keep your mouth shut. You here?"

She silently nodded.

"Not a word, not even a prayer."

He yanked the cross necklace from her and tossed it into the water. Hikaru felt bad it was a gift from her parents.

"Sorry we're late." He tossed her to the floor. "This was our delay. She spotted us taking care of Mr. Tanaka in the canyon. We managed to make her conveniently disappear."


"Dammit, Akira, I ask you to bring me 40 kilos, and you come back with some girl?! How much, if any, of the stuff did you get? And what do plan to do with this girl anyway?" Mizawa waved his hand, as if waving away the problem. "I don't really care. Did you get anything from Tanaka?"

ooc: If its alright ill be a investigater sent from North Defese? if so then i can hammer out a nice intro.

(Yeah that's good)

"I got about half, and I took him out following. That's when I spotted this trouble maker. I think she could be our new drug mule."

OOC: Can I be a rival drug lord to Comorostan?

(Sure)

(Yeah that's good)

"I got about half, and I took him out following. That's when I spotted this trouble maker. I think she could be our new drug mule."

"Half? I suppose that will do...but we're gonna have to get some more from another supplier. Hit up the usual people. Use her, if you have to." Mizawa waved his hand. "Now get going."

"Half? I suppose that will do...but we're gonna have to get some more from another supplier. Hit up the usual people. Use her, if you have to." Mizawa waved his hand. "Now get going."

"Right of course." He left dragging Hikaru along with her.

"Remember, your cooperation is all that's keeping your family alive right now."

(INSERT LARGE MOTOKATIAN CITY) was home to The Merchants of Death, named so for the many tonnes of cocaine and heroine produced and sold in (CITY). But sales were going down, and many of the Merchants officers blamed a drug baron by the name of Mizawa. Naturally, he would be taken care of. But other matters were more important. Like a large deal going down in one of the abandoned warehouses tonight. Mizawa's turn would come...

OOC: Can somebody be some random buyers or cops for this deal?

"Enter." The doors to Mizawa's private office opened and a lone man entered. "Ah, John Black. My favorite hitman." "What you want now, Takani?" "I've got a little info on a Merchants of Death meeting going down tonight. I want it scrapped. However you want, I could care less. Just wreck the meeting, and try and get any of the drugs you can." "Got'cha. Wreck meeting, salvage drugs. Any means." Mizawa nodded. "Now get going."
As Black left, Mizawa leaned back and folded his hands. The loot from the meet would make up for at least some of the stuff lost from Tanaka. And setting the Merchants of Death back a bit wasn't bad either...

The Merchants were waiting for their contact. They'd anticipated a possible raid by the police, and were armed accordingly. The dozen men who were security were all armed, and positioned on the catwalks, patrolling the building. The thirteenth man (PR, you could say) wasn't armed, but he wasn't afraid, either. The table with the duffel bags of drugs was in the middle of the large, one-room building, with a large field of fire for the guards. And if the cops showed up, who would be better armed and trained than drug dealers and thugs, well, to be honest, it would be every man for himself. Not the best contingency plan...

John Black went up to the side of the warehouse. He has scoped the place out from afar, and figured out the best idea was to start a fight between the two sides. A little C4 on the walls, and some convenient automatic weapons fire, would start off a brawl. Then it was a little matter to inform the police and the whole deal was scuttled. John set the last bits of C4, then unslung his AK47 and went to wait nearby.
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Some Time Later
As the other party's car drew up, Black out his call in to the police. They would be there in about 15 minutes. Plenty of time. As the last person entered the warehouse, Black hit the detonator, and the C4 on two walls of the building erupted in explosions. A heartbeat later, Black went through one of the holes in the wall, and, obscured by smoke, opened up blindly with his AK.

The assassin had been caught on camera long before he'd placed his explosives, but alas, the cameras were unmanned due to the lack of personnel. So the explosions were a complete surprise to both the dealers and the buyers. The blast threw a guard into the air, and another was hit with a stray bullet.

The man at the table hit the deck as the guards fired at both of the holes. The buyers ran back through the front doors and back to their cars. The table man shouted, barely audible above the gunfire, "It's a fucking raid, everybody get out!" He produced a Glock 18 pistol from his waistband, grabbed the heavy duffel bag, and scrambled to the back of the warehouse, which had become a trap.

The military officer, Nagase hung up the phone; she had just recieved a call from the local police. She hopped in her car and drove off; she was needed in a drug bust...

ooc: I know the name wasn't very creative, but it's late, and I'm tired...

John saw the man garb the drugs and immediately went into pursuit mode. He shouldered the AK, and drew a Desert Eagle .50 cal pistol. Then he chased after the man.

I was wondering if i could join the thread as a small vigilante group?

The catwalk guards sprayed wildly at the intruder. The duffle bag man threw a guard between the gunman and himself. Bullets whizzled everywhere. The duffel bag man, a Merchant officer, kicked through the back door.

John ducked and sprinted through the hail of fire, pushing the guard into the path of several bullets. He fired into the catwalks with his AK with one hand, while still holding his Desert Eagle. He ran through the same door as the duffel bag man. When he cleared the door he took aim and fired a round into the back of the man's left knee. He fired another round into his right shoulder.

(I'm going to say no to the vigilante group. At the end of the day the final bust that will get Hikaru home alive will be made by a joint effort of The Motokatan military, police and DEA but that ring isn't going to be busted just yet)


All the while the major bust was going down somewhere else yet another drug trade was commencing. Hikaru walked out of the car with the duffel bag to the guys.

"It's 200 k. That's uhh-50 dinars a piece so...."

"I know what it is, bitch. Just give me the damn bag and you'll get the money."

She handed it over and she was given a bag load of cash.

"Tell your boss, he may have some new customers. I've got pals interested."

"S-sure." She quickly returned to the car.

"Good job. You might do all right in this biz."

"How long do I have to do this?"

"Until we decide you can stop. But your a perfect mule. You see Cops usually look for the large thug, or someone you know, like me. An old guy with nothing to lose. Teenagers are usually hiding in the back of stall shooting up dope into their veins. That's why your so valuable to us."

"I'm only doing this to protect my family. We have a deal. Don't forget I'm a teenager, I can run fast. I'm captain of my track team, so I know how to run jump and climb. You break our deal, I'll run to the cops with a bag of evidence. You can kill me later it won't matter but I will do it."

"Take it easy. We're not going to kill your precious family."

"They will wonder where I am."

"Not the way we did it. We staged your death. Let's go."

The car drove off.


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In the jail the parents sat in anxious wait for their fate.

"Hey your lawyer is here."

"Lawyer? Did you ask for one?"

"No. They must have appointed one."

"Great, that means we're getting a rookie. This sheriff is more crooked than our fence post."

But it wasn't it was Yuki.

"Good morning. Yuki Aihra, Attorney at Law for Takagi, Ito, and Uchiya."

"That's one of the most regarded firms in the country. We could never afford you."

"You won't have to. I'm doing this pro-bono."

"The State didn't appoint you?"

"No. I did. I think something is up, and you'll need a good attorney to help you over a law school rookie. Not only will I get you out of here, I'll get that sheriff of yours and judge stripped of their right to practice law anywhere, ever again. Now what happened to your daughter?"

"We don't know. Hikaru asked me if she could take the crops and everything else into town, she was going to get the money and also take a day and buy some things for her self. But she never made it, and no one will listen to us."

"Well it makes sense to me, there was a recent accident on the road into this canyon, they lost the evidence before they could examin it. I don't know where your daughter is, but I'm going to help you find her. But you can't do it in here. I'm going to the Attorney General and having this case bared from the bench and your officals blocked."

"Can you do that?"

"Trust me. I also know some resources you can go to to help find your daughter. All right, I've got work to do. Trust me, I'll save you both from a hanging or firing squad or whatever they do here. I'll need to do some snooping, but I will get back to you."

As the second bullet ripped through the Merchant, he spun around with his Glock, falling and firing at the same time at near point-blank range.

OOC: My men fired about 300 shots total at your man. Your man's luck better run out real quick.

The bullets struck John in the left arm and the lower torso. He stumbled and struggled to regain balance. "Dammit!" He managed one last movement forward, then collapsed to his knees. He took aim with his Desert Eagle and triggered one shot into the man's head. Then he slowly started inching his way towards the bag. Damn good thing I'm right-handed. He reached the bag, then put his Desert Eagle down, and with great difficulty, pulled out a cell phone and called Mizawa. "I got the stuff. The meetings scuttled. But I'm hit bad. I need help. Hurry."

OOC-I'm goning to kill him off soon, so yeah, he's out of luck.

OCC: Can I be a Federal Agent?

Jerry sighed as the small plane began its touchdown in (insertMotokatacityhere). The clouds in the sky where threatning to pour down rain at any moment, and Jerry forgot his umbrella.
He remembered his 9mm pistol, decective badge, passport, suitcase, hotel number...Everything he needed.
Exept for the damn umbrella.
The touchdown was smooth, the plane finally coming to a rest, engines having a chance to take a break.
The trip was a long one, Defese being far away from Motokata, and the pilot had to make 2 stops to refuel the bird.
Jerry slid out of the plane into the moisture air, as soon as he got out of the plane he began to sweat from the humidity, feeling as if he just walked into a sauna.
He disliked this country already.
But he had a job to do, as a member of the International Drug Investigation Unit, he was called in to (what else) investigate the huge problem this country had with drugs.
He began to walk towards the small entrance to the airport, hoping a begger wouldnt latch onto his leg. His 9mm strapped firmly to his holster.

OCC: Can I be a Federal Agent?

(yes you can)

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"Good afternoon, I'm Agent Kawasaki from the Drug Enforcement Agency of Motokata. you must be the agent from North Defense. Welcome to Motokata. We have a car for you to take you to the hotel."

(ooh ooh ooh this seems like the perfect place for the Ralkovian Mob to start up shop.
Can I be a rival rival drug organization...while they would be small since they are just opening up they have some ralkovian military assets.(Body armor, better weapons, and lots of cash)

"Good afternoon, I'm Agent Kawasaki from the Drug Enforcement Agency of Motokata. you must be the agent from North Defense. Welcome to Motokata. We have a car for you to take you to the hotel."

Jerry looked around, wondering where the voice was coming from, he was almost to the entrance, and didnt see anyone when he was walking.

bump

OOC: I do miss getting involved in the drug trade, but it seems as if you have enough players at the moment. So Montana Incorporated will probably sit this one out

OOC: Before thinking 'what the hell' to my agent surviving, keep in mind that he's probably a drooling vegetable for the rest of his life. It's not *that* unrealistic.

The Merchant fell backwards as the large bullet ripped through his skull. He didn't feel any pain. He didn't feel anything. The fact that he'd been shot and paralyzed didn't even register. There was nothing but emptiness for him.

The intruder had taken the drugs and vanished. The deal was ruined. Half a million was gone. The cops would be hear any minute. The surviving guards rushed out the back door, when one of them checked the pulse of the Merchant-officer. "Jesus Christ, Joey, Willinger's not dead!"

John limped/stumbled along the back alley of the nearby town. Eventually he collapsed by the side of the road. A black van pulled up. A man got out, grabbed the bag, spoke to John. "You didn't let them see you?" "No," John gasped, "they saw nothing." "Good. You did good." With that, the man pulled out a Desert Eagle and fired two rounds into John Black's skull. He was dead instantly. The man got back in the van, and it drove off into the night.

Jerry had taken a police cruiser driven by the man he met at the airport, to be driven the nearby police station, where he would met with the police chief.
The sky was just beginning to drop splashes of water, and Jerry frowned.
His suit would be ruined.
He walked inside what he thought was the police HQ, noting immediatly the suspicious lack of people present.
In fact, the place looked like it was deserted for years.
"Shit" He whispered, reaching for his gun...

(ooh ooh ooh this seems like the perfect place for the Ralkovian Mob to start up shop.
Can I be a rival rival drug organization...while they would be small since they are just opening up they have some ralkovian military assets.(Body armor, better weapons, and lots of cash)

(yeah okay, but I want every one to remember this is mostly suppose to be about Hikaru being caught in the middle of this violent drug war so please don't forget to have interaction with her.)

Mizawa Takani picked up one of his many cell phones, and dialed Akira's number. When he picked up, he started speaking. "It's Takani. I've been able to get my hands on another source, so wrap up what you're doing and start hitting the regualar customers. The Merchants of Death are a bit sidetracked now, so if you can try and hit up their supplies as well." With that, Mizawa closed the phone.

Mizawa Takani picked up one of his many cell phones, and dialed Akira's number. When he picked up, he started speaking. "It's Takani. I've been able to get my hands on another source, so wrap up what you're doing and start hitting the regualar customers. The Merchants of Death are a bit sidetracked now, so if you can try and hit up their supplies as well." With that, Mizawa closed the phone.

"Got you. We're on our way back now."

OOC: North Defese, mind if The Merchants of Death are behind the abandoned police station plot?

Willinger laid motionless on a bed. Several well-dressed men sat around his bed. After what felt like hours of silence, one of them spoke. "What the fuck happened? Can somebody tell me just what happened?" This man was dressed in a black suit, with a black tie and pants, identical to the others. Another man spoke. "He was attacked by Mizawa..." "MIZAWA?" The first man shouted immediately. "Yes sir, Mizawa. He sent a man to the deal. Took the merchandise, shot Willinger." "Very well. Send Willinger's wife my condolences and get my car. We're paying Mizawa's men a visit."

OOC-just a thought, if this is centered around Hikaru, then have your guys shoot up the people she's traveling with

ooc: Go ahead Cuborg, I was going to have the abandoned place a trap anyway.

Motoka Matsukawa sat casually in her computer chair, sipping on left over broth from her Cup O' Nooddles. At last, a moment of peace, away from her busy life. She leaned back in her chair and closed her eyes and sighed. And as soon as she dozed off, that farmiliar sound of manila folder slapping particle wood rang through her ears. Motoko jumped up, nearly spilling the noodle broth. Archie Robins stood before her with a mischievious grin on his face.

"Sleepin' on the job are we now?" He said deviously.

Motoko glared at him and said; "I wasnt sleeping I was dozzing..."

"And theres a difference?" He said with a chuckle. "The boss told me to give this to you, looks like your goin' on a trip out to the country!" He handed her the folder in a teasing sort of way.

"The country? What for?" She asked.

"I dont know, Boss didnt say, he just gave the file." Archie said with a shrug. "Just look at it." He said as he strided out of her office.

She opened the folder and thumbed through it.

Officer Nagase drove through the countryside as if she was taking a Sunday drive. She knew she would miss the action at the scene so instead her plan was to catch someone on the way out. She drove up in her unmarked military car and soon found another car driving off; she began following it. She was unsure if this person was worth following, she wasn't very close to where she was supposed to be, but she had a feeling.

She came to a stoplight and got close enough to the car to see the driver, it was a teenage girl...

OOC: How about the retaliatory attack is accidentally against Hikaru's men or something? Sounds like a pretty decent way of involving the party that should have been from the start.

ooc: Cuborg I need you to ambush my agent or he will be stuck in mid crouch with his hand at his gun forever.

Officer Nagase drove through the countryside as if she was taking a Sunday drive. She knew she would miss the action at the scene so instead her plan was to catch someone on the way out. She drove up in her unmarked military car and soon found another car driving off; she began following it. She was unsure if this person was worth following, she wasn't very close to where she was supposed to be, but she had a feeling.

She came to a stoplight and got close enough to the car to see the driver, it was a teenage girl...

Hikaru glanced to the car next to her. She desperately wanted to mouth the words "HELP ME!" but she was for starters unaware the woman was a cop and scared for her life and her families life. Still her eyes instinctively began blinking. With out knowing it. She constantly readjusted her head to not draw attention to her self.

The plan was simple: destroy a few of Mizawa's various fronts, and maybe even steal some of the cash to make up for the half-million lost. Mizawa had a (GENERIC SMALL BUSINESS/FRONT), and it was the first target. The four Merchant enforcers staked the (GENERIC SMALL BUSINESS/FRONT) out for days in a black Crown Vic, and decided to strike. The men left their car, shotguns and molotovs at the ready. (OOC: This is actually against Hikaru's captor's business, the attackers just think they're attacking Mizawa .)

The ploy to kidnap the cop was working as planned. The Merchants of Death had broken into the building, and set their ambush. It was a small team, only four men, but they were some of the best soldiers any army had ever seen. Well, they were the best before they were dishonorably discharged for various charges of rape and misappropriation of the military's equipment. After that, nobody would hire them for anything other than menial labor, and they had their skills had mostly atrophied away. But they were still strong men, and when they cut the power to the police station, after the cop came in, they were completely confident.

Hikaru glanced to the car next to her. She desperately wanted to mouth the words "HELP ME!" but she was for starters unaware the woman was a cop and scared for her life and her families life. Still her eyes instinctively began blinking. With out knowing it. She constantly readjusted her head to not draw attention to her self.

Nagase noticed the frantic and nervous movements of the tennage girl. Her gut had been right once more, this girl had to be involved with the drug war. She continued to follow the car a little farther before putting her light on to pull the car over...

Nagase noticed the frantic and nervous movements of the tennage girl. Her gut had been right once more, this girl had to be involved with the drug war. She continued to follow the car a little farther before putting her light on to pull the car over...


"Shit, it's a cop."

"Take it easy, I'm sure it's something stupid like a tail light. Don't forget kid, I've got a gun to your back." He dug the muzzle of the gun deeper into her and cocked it. "Open your mouth and your dead." She nodded.

"Good afternoon, officer." The driver said. "Some sort of problem?"

"Shit, it's a cop."

"Take it easy, I'm sure it's something stupid like a tail light. Don't forget kid, I've got a gun to your back." He dug the muzzle of the gun deeper into her and cocked it. "Open your mouth and your dead." She nodded.

"Good afternoon, officer." The driver said. "Some sort of problem?"

"I am Officer Nagase with the Motokata Military." She looked toward the backseat suspiciously. "I have reason to believe you are transporting contraband. Will you please step out of the car?"

"I am Officer Nagase with the Motokata Military." She looked toward the backseat suspiciously. "I have reason to believe you are transporting contraband. Will you please step out of the car?"

"Yeah sure." He complied.

"Do you need to pat me down?"

The entire station was abandoned, a closer inspection revealed it was abandoned for years.
He was set up.
He left the building muttering angrily, and spotted a female officer talking to a teenage girl and a middle aged man. He smirked, thinking they where getting a ticket, still eying the scene out of the corner of his eye, he pulled out his phone to request transport to the real police HQ.

A large man slapped the phone from the detective's hand. There were four unarmed huge men, wearing civilian clothes and multiple tattoos. "You're not going anywhere..."

OOC-this is Comorostan. My old account stopped working.

"Yeah sure." He complied.

"Do you need to pat me down?"

"No, that wont be necessary. Will you please come over here by my car?"

They walked to Officer Nagase's car, out of earshot of the teen's car.

"Is there anything you wish to tell me before I search your vehicle?"

"No, that wont be necessary. Will you please come over here by my car?"

They walked to Officer Nagase's car, out of earshot of the teen's car.

"Is there anything you wish to tell me before I search your vehicle?"

"Like what? I don't think there's much to tell. And at present, I don't think you have much probable cause to search our vehicle right now."

So it turned out to be a drug case, which was nothing particularly unusual considering the amount of drug trade going on in this country. But this drugs case was certainly something special due to the fact that there were already government offcials on the scene... One being from North Defense and the other being from The Drug Inforcement Agency, not to mention others. This made Motoko wonder about her significance in this case, it also made her wonder as to why they were involving the Bureau of Investagation in the first place. These thoughts teased her on her way out to the middle of no where.

"Like what? I don't think there's much to tell. And at present, I don't think you have much probable cause to search our vehicle right now."

A large man slapped the phone from the detective's hand. There were four unarmed huge men, wearing civilian clothes and multiple tattoos. "You're not going anywhere..."

Nagase eyed the girl for a moment, then turned and saw four men surounding what appeared to be a detective. She turned to the girl and said, "don't move", before briskly walking toward the men...

Nagase eyed the girl for a moment, then turned and saw four men surounding what appeared to be a detective. She turned to the girl and said, "don't move", before briskly walking toward the men...

The men exited the car guns drawn. Hikaru ducked down fearing a shoot out was immanent.

The men exited the car guns drawn. Hikaru ducked down fearing a shoot out was immanent.

Nagase pulled her own weapon.

"Officer Nagase of the Motokata Military. Drop your weapons!"

The four men noticed a standoff between some cop and some gangsters. The largest man grabbed the detective's shoulders. "You're coming with us. Don't make a scene."

The enforcers walked towards the (GENERIC BUSINESS), holding their shotguns. One of the men fired at the front window, and shouted "Don't kill any of them, just mess them up!"

With his skills and training in the North Defese military and hand to hand combat, he knew he didnt stand a chance. If he ran, theyd shoot. His only option was to go with the men. Or scare them away.

"Do you know who I work for?" He asked the men.

With the standoff continuing, Hikaru climbed into the driver seat and started the engine. She slammed the gas peddle threw the car in gear and spead off.

"HEY!"

"Shit!"

Vanishing into the dense Motokatan jungle she weaved the jeep around trees and other foliage until slamming into a tree. She stumbled out lightly battered and sobbing she took off running further and deeper and deeper.

"Shut up, and start moving." Two of the men grabbed him by each shoulder, and started walking. The other two followed behind, their attention drawn to the stand-off down the road (OOC: Hint!).

Nagase saw the teenager drive of. Just then, she heard a gunshot. She shot back while heading back to her car. She couldn't let the teen get away. There was something about that girl...

She was feet from her car when a sharp pain shot up her arm. She dove behind her car and looked at the gun wound in her left arm; she bit her lip. Nagase opened the door and drove off. When she was far enough away from the shootout, she pulled to the side of the road and pulled out her first aid kit; she bandaged her arm.

Now she had a decision to make. Go after the teenager, knowing that she was way behind; go back for the detective being taken by thungs, risking being shot at by the gang again; return to base to recieve medical treatment, losing both the teen and the detective. She decided to go back for the detective.

"What do we do?"

"Just keep your mouth shut. We'll get some high-class lawyers and be out by dinner time. Then we'll find the little brat."

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Back in the high mountains the parents still sick woth worry for their missing child couldn't eat, or focus. When their attorney returned with some good news.

"I've got the Justice Department to review your case, if all goes well, you'll be free at the end of the week."

"We still need help finding our daughter."

"Of course. I've put together some resources you can use when you get out. These people can probably help locate her."

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Hikaru wanderd deeper into the jungle. It seemed no end. Unknown to her, she was in the middle of Kyoshi National Park, the largest tropical jungle in Motokata. Thunder rumbled as heavy rains flooded the path ways, tredging through the thick mud and nearly knee deep water was tough even for this farmer. She stumbled upon a seemingly abandoned hut. She knocked with no answer she forced her way inside. It was abandoned likely. Old, decaying, but it was shelter. The pounding rain echoed though the small cabin. The cabin had two levels. Stacking old crates she climbed up to escape the flood waters.

"Mama. Papa."


The large jungle was more than a giant overgrown jungle, it was also a great place for diffrent drug cartels to hide. Sooner or later Hikaru was going to be found again.

Nagase drove past the gang, but they were preoccupied spraypainting a wall. She located the four thugs and the detective and began following them. She couldn't help thinking about the teenager, but the girl had gone in the opposite direction of her base, and she was too far away already. She would pick up the detective and head back to base to get treatment for her arm. Surely a cop would pick up the girl, if she HAD done something wrong in the first place.

She followed the thugs, so far they hadn't noticed her...

At the Centeral Station those that were captured were taken into custody.

"So what did you do with the evidence?"

"I told you, it was stolen."

"Right, some rival cartel, boosted it?" Kawasaki asked

"Yes?"

"Then why haven't we found any sign of them?"

"How should I know."

Kawasaki left the room.

"They're lying. Something happened, probably under their own stupidity. Who busted them?"

"An officer Nagase, Motokatan Marines, First Class Officer."

"Where is she?"

"She handed them off to an office and went in persuit of another gang."

"Then it's safe to assume she's under silence. Find her soon."

"Yes sir."

Nagase followed the men for what seemed like hours. The pain in her arm was getting worse, she could barely take it. Several times she thought about just giving up and going back to base. She knew she couldn't though; she already lost one lead, she wasn't going to lose another. But could she take on the men? She was lucky her gun hand wasn't the one injured, but she wasn't at full strength. She still had time; she could leave if she had to, but then something happened to change that...

The enforcers walked towards the (GENERIC BUSINESS), holding their shotguns. One of the men fired at the front window, and shouted "Don't kill any of them, just mess them up!"

The business owners were two close friends of Mizawa. The shotgun blast shattered the window, and for a second they were afraid. Then they heard the leader's orders, they laughed. These guys weren't playing for keeps. The owners were. Both were armed with CZ-24 submachine guns, with 7.62mm rounds, 30 rounds a mag. When the smashers entered, they rose from under the cover of the wooden desks and opened up.

The business owners were two close friends of Mizawa. The shotgun blast shattered the window, and for a second they were afraid. Then they heard the leader's orders, they laughed. These guys weren't playing for keeps. The owners were. Both were armed with CZ-24 submachine guns, with 7.62mm rounds, 30 rounds a mag. When the smashers entered, they rose from under the cover of the wooden desks and opened up.

The enforcers weren't expecting for the kind of resistance they had encountered, or any resistance for that matter. The barrage of bullets struck the first man to enter the establishment, a large pale-skinned Russian-looking type. The man was ripped to shreds by the gunfire. The men standing behind him ducked down, using the almost-disintegrated man as a sheild. They threw the man over the counter at the men with the submachine guns, and fired at them.

OOC: Still waiting for North Defese for a reply with his detective.

OOC-how many people are attacking the store?

OOC: Four men attacked the store. Now there's three.

OOC-thanks

IC-One down, three to go. The two men went for a change of strategy. They hit the ground and fired through the gap between the floor and the desks, aiming for the attacker's legs. Meanwhile, a third employee hurried out of a back door, armed with a shotgun. He had heard the gunshots and had hurried to find a weapon. He took aim at the nearest attacker and fired two shots.

The man second in line, who'd used his comrade as a shield, took one of the blasts square in the chest. His bullet proof vest under his suit saved his life, but he was in agonizing pain on the floor, useless to his own men. But the Merchants of Death had a code similar to the Marines: Never leave a fallen man behind. So the next man in the group tossed his weapon to the ground, and dragged the man to his feet and carried him out of the store as the other guy provided suppressing fire.

ooc: SORRY SORRY was on vacation
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He followed the men for a few seconds before he slipped his hand unnoticed down to his 9mill handgun they forgot to take him. Without even looking down he pulled out his gun and fired 2 shots at the man in front of him, then in a fluid motion moved the gun to take out the second...

The second man pushed the gun towards the ground. The first man at first did nothing but turn to face the hostage, but within seconds, begun to feel lightheaded and collapsed. The gun fell to the floor, and one of the men tended to the man on the ground. The large man who had knocked the gun to the sidewalk grabbed the detective by the throat and lifted him a foot from the ground. He began to speak in a thick Slavic accent. "You had better pray that our friend does not die." He paused briefly before dropping him and speaking again. "Or you will be next." The wounded man was lifted to his feet, and the other two men grabbed the cop by each arm. The throat-grabbing man spoke to his comrades. "We are almost at the rendezvous point. Keep him [the wounded kidnapper] alive until then. And watch the cop. He'll try something, and when he does, break both his legs."

Nagase watched the detective try to fight the thugs. She pulled her weapon and continued following them. She tried to think of the best way to save the detective and when the pain in her arm got worse she lost consentration and tripped. She accidentally fired her weapon, which hit one of the men holding the detective.

One of the men carrying the detective, the one who hadn't spoken, grunted as a bullet ripped through his shoulder. He spun around and retrieved a Steyr TMP from under his jacket with his good arm. He shouted at his comrades. "Get to the warehouse! I'll cover the rear!" He moved behind the man carrying the wounded guy, and the man carrying the detective, as the others moved forwards down the street.

The three men in the warehouse heard the shout. They didn't know how many were coming, so they backed out. But the man with the shotgun went down to the basement and began opening all the gas lines to the building. In his right pocket was an incendiary grenade. The man had a large grin as he finished and ran out to wait near the back. By the time the enemies got inside the building would be full of gas.

OOC: Telvira, just asking, but your men killed the Merchant contacts and are lying in wait for the hostage?

The man with the TMP sprayed a small burst at random, to keep the unknown attacker's head down. He ran ahead of the hostage and the wounded, and made it to the rendezvous point.

OOC: The hostage is the detective. And what do you mean by 'effect of shooting was massive?' Did the muzzle flash somehow set off the gas, even though the shooting was away from the warehouse?

OOC-I deleted the post, since I read it wrong. I thought you were shooting at me, but you're shooting at Razgriz's person.

IC-After a while, the man realized that the men weren't shooting at him. He stayed where he was, in case they came back.

The first man to make it to the warehouse looked over his shoulder. The others would make it here in about a minute. At first, he thought he smelled gas. He though nothing of it, and knocked on the door. Three quick knocks, one spaced-out one, then another three: the password.

OOC-hold on. This is the warehouse that Mizawa owns, correct?

OOC: It's an abandoned warehouse that is temporarly ran by the Merchant's.

OOC-OK, just checking

IC-The man waited in the bushes. When the door was opened, he would throw the grenade and run.

Nagase picked herself up and slowly walked backwards to her car. She got in and tried to think of a REALLY good explanation for her commanding officer when she got back to base. She started driving and thought about why she had lost her focus so bad. Her arm didn't even hurt that much.

She arrived at her base and headed straight to medical. She continued to think about what she was going to say to her superior while the doctors worked on her arm...

Nagase picked herself up and slowly walked backwards to her car. She got in and tried to think of a REALLY good explanation for her commanding officer when she got back to base. She started driving and thought about why she had lost her focus so bad. Her arm didn't even hurt that much.

She arrived at her base and headed straight to medical. She continued to think about what she was going to say to her superior while the doctors worked on her arm...

"She's in medical right now."

"I don't care." Kawasaki let him self through.

"Hey you can't go through here!"

"Officer Nagase, I'm Kawasaki, DEA. It's my understanding you got into a spill with a cartel driving a white kaki jeep. You saw a teenage girl there am I correct?"

OOC: So you killed the contacts in the warehouse?

OOC-well, I threw an incendiary grenade into a room full of gas. So I assume they're all dead/horribly burned/near death

"She's in medical right now."

"I don't care." Kawasaki let him self through.

"Hey you can't go through here!"

"Officer Nagase, I'm Kawasaki, DEA. It's my understanding you got into a spill with a cartel driving a white kaki jeep. You saw a teenage girl there am I correct?"

Yes. Why do you ask? More importantly how did you get in here?

The others were catching up to the first guy. He knocked the password again. He became suspicious, and slid a fresh magazine into his weapon.

Yes. Why do you ask? More importantly how did you get in here?

"She might be someone important. Someone who was suppose to be dead. If she's alive than she's in serious danger."

"She might be someone important. Someone who was suppose to be dead. If she's alive than she's in serious danger."

"I had a feeling she was...'special'. And let me guess, you want me to help you find her? Seeing as I was probably the last to see her."

"I had a feeling she was...'special'. And let me guess, you want me to help you find her? Seeing as I was probably the last to see her."

"Yes ma'am. Did you talk to her?"

"Yes ma'am. Did you talk to her?"

"Well, not really. Although, I do know which way she was headed when she drove off. Doctor, are you done?"

"Just about; there. I wouldn't recommend leaving though."

"I know, I wont do too much. I just want to help this officer find that girl." Nagase turned back to Kawaski, "Shall we?"

"Well, not really. Although, I do know which way she was headed when she drove off. Doctor, are you done?"

"Just about; there. I wouldn't recommend leaving though."

"I know, I wont do too much. I just want to help this officer find that girl." Nagase turned back to Kawaski, "Shall we?"

"Let's go." He lead her out to his car. As they drove back to the spot he briefed her on the situation.

"About three days ago a jeep was reported off the road in Hell's Canyon. Now everyone knows it's the most dangerous stretch of road in the country but what is strange about that is we didn't find a body. We lost the jeep while trying to pull it up. Earlier that day one of our Hawk Agents reported seeing a teenage girl with several strange men. The very girl fits your description. And to add to this mystery, the parents attempted to report their missing daughter, but were blown off and falsely arrested to be silenced. Whatever is going on recently, it involves her somehow. She must of exceptional value to cause this much commotion. "

"Let's go." He lead her out to his car. As they drove back to the spot he briefed her on the situation.

"About three days ago a jeep was reported off the road in Hell's Canyon. Now everyone knows it's the most dangerous stretch of road in the country but what is strange about that is we didn't find a body. We lost the jeep while trying to pull it up. Earlier that day one of our Hawk Agents reported seeing a teenage girl with several strange men. The very girl fits your description. And to add to this mystery, the parents attempted to report their missing daughter, but were blown off and falsely arrested to be silenced. Whatever is going on recently, it involves her somehow. She must of exceptional value to cause this much commotion. "

That's quite interesting. I last saw her driving toward the forest.

That's quite interesting. I last saw her driving toward the forest.

He stopped. "Towards there? I was afraid of that. That is the most dense and deadliest jungle in the nation."

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Hikaru woke to find a snake on her. She was startled but after a good look at it it was a harmless native. "Hey there fellow, you all alone too huh? You're kind of cute."

The snake gently wrapped around her hand and continued extending and retracting it's forked toung.

"All right here you." She let it go free. What a miserable night it was, rain wind thunder and lightning.

"Where am I, it's a very good question now."

He stopped. "Towards there? I was afraid of that. That is the most dense and deadliest jungle in the nation."

"Yeah, you think she's still in one piece?"

"Yeah, you think she's still in one piece?"

"Maybe. If she's strong enough she'll endure. I need to get Search and Rescue ops going."

"Maybe. If she's strong enough she'll endure. I need to get Search and Rescue ops going."

"Right. Any way I can help?"