NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC-This is James Bond-style. I'll need evil-doers and of course the random people who get caught up in the adventure

IC-
City of Coalburg, Island of Finisha
An alarm clock went off at 7:00AM in the room of Nathan Sare, wealthy businessman on a holiday. Or at least that was the story the hotel was told. In truth, Nathan Sare didn't exist. Nor did the company he claimed to represent. John Black, AKA Mr. Sare, climbed out of bed and pulled the plug on the clock. He got up and started getting dressed. At around 7:30AM he left the hotel and took a car over to a nondescript set of offices. Black went into the building and began talking to the receptionist. "Yes, I'm Nathan Sare, I'm supposed to meet with a Mr...." John let the sentence trail off. The receptionist picked it up. "Mr. Sikara, yes, you're on the schedule. First set of elevators to the left. 14th floor." "Thank you." John walked to the elevator, got in, and pressed 14. As the elevator went up, John Black pulled a 9mm P-10 pistol from his pocket, checked to make sure it was loaded and cocked, then fitted it with a silencer. He replaced it in its holster as the doors opened. John walked out, past an empty reception table, and entered a conference room. At the head of the table sat one man. "Ah, John Black. Welcome to the newest branch of MIS." John sat down across from the man. "What do you want me to do?"

OOC-The actual mission will be determined by what kind of response I get. Feel free to be somewhat extravagant. Lasers, destroying satellites, doomsday plots, whatever. Just keep it slightly realistic.

Old Nuclear Plant, Some Nation That Used to be Powerful

Two men in black uniforms came up behind the gate guards, and strangled them with piano wire. They then opened the gates, as two M35 trucks pulled into the facility. With all the night guards now dead, the group set to work removing weapons grade nuclear material. One of the men however, dropped a business card. The card read, "Clayton McNeil, LIJ Toy Company, Lester City, St. Fabian." On the back of the card was scribbled, a date and time. Three days ago, 10 am. Within an hour, the trucks were leaving.

(OOC: Hope this works. Left you some clues.)

OOC: As I'm fairly certain that the guy above me just posted an evil doer, I'd like to ask before I post: are you okay with having more than one naughty person?

OOC: As I'm fairly certain that the guy above me just posted an evil doer, I'd like to ask before I post: are you okay with having more than one naughty person?

OOC: I echo Mereshka's post. I am willing to RP as a Volzgradien Arms Dealer.

OOC-Go for it. Im up for a massive, nation-spanning conspiracy.

OOC: I'd be like to have one of my agents be on a similar case and get caught up in John Blacks doings, clash of personallity's ect?

OOC-sure. Just IC post

OOC-still Comorostan. Just using my new account, since the old one just shut down.

Battlehawk Intellignce Headquarters

James Bauer was a highly trained Battlehawk Intelligence officer. But right now he was sat at in the Office, writeing reports.

OOC: I'll do something more detailed when I know Black's Mission

Old Nuclear Plant, Some Nation That Used to be Powerful

Two men in black uniforms came up behind the gate guards, and strangled them with piano wire. They then opened the gates, as two M35 trucks pulled into the facility. With all the night guards now dead, the group set to work removing weapons grade nuclear material. One of the men however, dropped a business card. The card read, "Clayton McNeil, LIJ Toy Company, Lester City, St. Fabian." On the back of the card was scribbled, a date and time. Three days ago, 10 am. Within an hour, the trucks were leaving.


"There was a break-in at the old nuclear plant in Comorostan. They made off with quite a bit of material. A card was found near the site, with the name of a toy company in St. Fabian. And that's where you're headed."

Two hours later, a plane carrying John Black landed in Sulima, the major port in Comorostan. John left the airport and took a rented car up towards the city of Muirek (check earlier sig for a map). As he pulled out of the airport, a black Mercedes followed him...

Battlehawk Intelligence HQ

"Bauer, get yourselfe to Tren'Lar International, Flight 534, you'll receive a breifing en-route" T called.

Tren'Lar International, Flight 534

Bauer was sat in the in the Plane, waiting for take-off. He was watching the breifing on his PDA, some Nuclear Plant had been broken into and some stuff stolen. He was going to find out what.

The Mercedes continued to follow John Black. Just as he looked back, it sped up and as it raced past, loosed a burst of machine gun fire into the car. John ducked, but the driver was hit. The car skidded off to the side of the road. John staggered out. He could hear the Mercedes skidding as it turned around. He had to get moving.

OOC: Righto. I'll post something when I think of it.

The men in the gray van, with "Toys for the Underprivileged," written on the side, four cars behind Mr. Black, were as surprised as anyone by the attack by the Mercedes. People really wanted this man dead. They watched as Mr. Black's car skidded off the road. When they saw the Mercedes, attempting a return, they took action. They fishtailed the pickup in front of them, before veering off to the other side of the road, effectively blocking it. They then preceded shout obscenities at the driver of the pickup, about his driving skills, and general ability as a man. The Mercedes would have much difficulty getting past the new roadblock.

OOC: I'll join later on once an opportunity presents itself.

John saw the van stop in the lane. The Mercedes driver saw it too. He honked his horn and skidded around the roadblock...just as John jumped from the side of road onto the roof. Hanging on for his life, John slowly inched his way to the window, where the man in the passenger's seat was trying to draw a bead on him with a MP5 submachine gun.

James stepped out into the sun, finnaly at his destination, he found a taxi and got in it.

After 15 minutes of struggling, John finally managed to grab the MP5 and throw it off the road. He swung in through the open window, slamming his feet into the driver. The man flew out the door. The passenger put up a bit of a fight, but John eventually subdued him. He took the Mercedes onto a small back road. He was going to find out who had it in for him.

The gray van, was quick to follow, after they traded insurance information with the other driver. The back road was secluded, and peaceful, however the drivers were on watch for any turn-offs which looked like they had been used recently.

John threw the man against the hood of the car. A fairly audible bump resounded. As he slid down the hood, John grabbed him by the collar. "Who are you working for?!" "Fuck you." John's right arm delivered two punches to the man's face. "Who sent you?!" Then John picked the man up and threw him through the windshield. As the man recovered, John slammed his head into the driver's seat window. The man sailed through. John picked him up by his shirt. "Who. Sent. You?!" The man spat out some blood and teeth. "We was hired by a Clayton McNeil. Works for some toy company." "A toy company hires killers?" John was skeptical. "I swear, it was him. Wants you dead. Didn't say why." John thought for a second. He threw the man to the ground. "Thanks." Then he walked off towards the road.