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Penguins vs. Cookies; The war to end all wars...
Topic Started: Nov 16 2014, 04:29 PM (2,614 Views)
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The Jarl waited at the train station, eagerly waiting for the first shipment of cookies from his new allies. These weren't any ordinary cookies. These were soft chocolate chip cookies. These cookies could reduce crime by a huge amount. If only the cookies would arrive faster...
Edited by Aragonn, Nov 17 2014, 12:45 AM.
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Maglium, Valkryt District, Colbentielle


"Is the room secure?" The Regent's question was addressed to the man already seated at the small table in the center of the equally small room. The man stood to his feet as the Regent entered the room, saying, "I checked it myself." Following the Regent into the room was an imposing man in crisp military dress attire. This was Praetor Minro himself. The two most powerful men in the nation had come to this forgotten corner of the Executorium basement at the behest of the man at the table.

Officially, he was the Regent's Adjunct Vice Counsel of Cultural Preservation, seemingly a representative of the oft-forgotten Bureau of Colbentiellian Heritage. At least, that's the agency whose budget allowed for his salary. In reality, he was the director of Blackwatch, an intelligence agency whose name was not to be found listed on any official documents. Everyone in the upper echelons of government knew Blackwatch existed, but they all had plausible deniability. Its employees were drawn entirely from other national agencies, such as the military, the Department of Intelligence, the Department of Security, and even the Judicum. Its jurisdiction was all of New Hyperion, including within Colbentielle itself. It answered to no one but the Regent, the Praetor, and occasionally the Decurionatis. Its director was known by no more than "Joc."

The reason for the summons was twofold, and Joc got right to the point once everyone was seated. "First of all, the situation has changed in Laurentus States. The ruling family has initated a crackdown. Officials we've bribed have disappeared, we've lost many of our most important planted surveillance devices, and their security has been overhauled. They missed only a handful of bugs in nonessential locations. ARIS is about all we have left to get anything from them. Our team is still safe, and we're confidant that we'll be able to extract them before they're found out, but we have no idea if or when they'll pinpoint who's been monitoring them."

After exchanging a glance with the Praetor, Colberius X simply stated, "It's unfortunate, but not unexpected. I was hoping we'd get more use out of them, though. We haven't gotten anything of value from Laurentus since the Emperor declared they were throwing their lot in with Frostmark." He paused, already knowing what the next order of business was. "And what of the Entente?"

"Our agents in Fort Ticon report that the rioting continues, despite the deployment of federal forces. Since we stirred up the crowd before the first riot, they've taken on a life of their own. We haven't had to lift a finger; the Entente's own citizens have kept the ball rolling."

"Excellent. Try to keep things from going too far; I'd hate for innocents to be caught up in this. But I see no other way."

"We'll keep the riot organizers in check, don't worry."

Minro spoke for the first time. "Please inform us of the latest developments in Port Alexandria. I've been waiting for an update since the Jarl landed."

"According to the team leader, ARIS is in the Candicilar right now, beyond transmission range, having followed the Jarl inside. He's been in there for a few minutes, so it shouldn't be long before Aragonn comes out. We have an operative waiting outside the building, so it won't be long before we have the data. Do you gentlemen have any commitments for the next hour or so?"



The Candicilar
Port Alexandria


ARIS followed Ramos out of the room and turned towards the Jarl's retreating figure. Barely making it to the lift in time, ARIS rode on the ankle of the federal guard down to the main level. Back in range of Gamma's relay, ARIS received the command to head home. After leaving the building, it climbed to twenty meters and was gone.

Gamma, however, had to take a less direct route. After five minutes of walking, he reached the station from which he'd take a train across the city. Taking his seat in the car, he leaned back and closed his eyes. Most of the way. Like any good intelligence operative, he surveyed the car like that, observing all of the other passengers who got on. He rode like that all the way to his stop.

After the brief train ride, he had another ten minutes of walking ahead of him. It was after the three blocks that he noticed his tail. Another passenger from the train, who had gotten on at the same stop that he did and sat at the opposite end of the car. Gamma changed his route, turning where he wouldn't normally turn, to be sure. His new friend turned the corner a minute after he had.

Discreetly pressing his finger and thumb together, Gamma informed the others of his predicament. After ending the call, he reached one hand into his coat, seeking the reassuring firmness of his handgun. Deciding on one of their less-used safehouses as a new destination, Gamma kept walking, letting Alpha know where to meet him.

Ten minutes later, he turned down the alley leading to the safehouse door, taking note of the team's car idling a little ways down the street. Alpha and Beta would be inside, ready to grab the unidentified operative, with Delta on the sidewalk as insurance. No telling where Epsilon was, but he'd bet money that Sigma was covering them from a rooftop across the street. That just left Omicron, but she was probably still transmitting the data from ARIS to Colbentielle.

Gamma began the process of unlocking the door, purposely inputting the wrong code and fumbling with his keys, just waiting for the tail. When the moment was right, the team would be ready to execute the trap impeccably. Blackwatch didn't like having competition. Whether the tail was an Entente investigator or from another nation like they were, someone needed to learn a lesson.
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Agent Aurelius was the newest member on the surveilance team, and he knew that being asked to tail this Colbentiellian agent was a sign that management had taken note of his skills. It was his time to shine, and he would make sure that everything went as planned.


Maximus moved through the city at a brisk pace. He had long ago learned to prepare for situations like this one. He knew Colbentielle had some of the best intelligence officers on New Hyperion, and he considered Aurelius carefully before appointing him to this task. He felt a twinge of annoyance that he was being forced to possibly sacrifice such a promising young agent, but quickly suppressed it. Focus, you idiot. Deal with your annoyance later. This is absolutely necessary.

He could follow at a very discreet distance as he had implanted a highly sophisticated GPS tracker into every agent under his employ's body when they underwent their "routine medical check-ups" before the start of the operation. He had instructed Aurelius to carry a very small hidden camera on the outside of his jacket pocket, too. Having visual and audio was always a good thing.

He quickly became aware of the Colbentiellian agent's counter-surveillance tactics, but he also expected as much. While all of the Colbentiellian agents were pre-occupied with Aurelius, he would be scoping out their entire operation from a safe distance. If their operation was anything like his own, a few snipers would be ready at a designated location, and the mark himself would have a discreet but hefty firearm handy.

He knew the moment of truth had come when the Colbentiellian agent proceeded to some sort of safe-house door. This man was obviously a professional, and would prove to be a most difficult mark if Maximus had to assassinate him.

With a sigh, Maximus triggered the poisonous gas device as the two agents inside the car close to the the safe-house door jumped out and grabbed his man. The man Maximus had been assigned to tail remained stoic and unreadable, but the agent who was nearby on the pavement rushed to his doom to try and give support to take Aurelius down. Aurelius went down fighting, as Maximus knew he would. Maximus thought he saw a glimpse of another agent somewhere on a rooftop, but he couldn't be sure.

One thing was certain: if the three Colbentiellian agents managed to survive this encounter with the modified black mamba venom, they would certainly understand that Laurentus States was not to be fucked with in the future. Maximus proceeded to activate the SCIMITAR switch to end Aurelius's suffering, and once more disappeared into the shadows.
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>Yes.. That's right... Make sure the isotopes are pure too... And remember the high capacitor too, I will need it for the plan to work.... Yes, put in for the metal rubber materials too... I know it is a large order, but it is necessary for the preservation of the Entente. If the work is good enough, then perhaps a permanent outsourcing frontier and possible alliance would be best for our nations...
>Payment, yes. I am thinking three crate-loads of airlifted cookies to be sent to Vivaldi after we receive the samples and as well 1.3 Billion Euros to be wired from the Treasury and be held in an obscure bank in the Falkland Islands.... yes I know it is Colbentiellian territory, but I doubt anyone would notice.... yes I will send the latest healthcare schematic technology with the money.... Yes, I will send you the technology for you to do this on the first freighter to Vivaldi with a ten destroyer escort.... Colberius better not send an interceptor.... No, thank you. I appreciate it, and I welcome you to visit the Entente soon... I will talk to you soon... Good night Counsel Xavier.


Ramos got off his communicator and breathed a sigh of relief. He could finally leave for home, when his phone rang.
No one calls me on my phone except government departments...., Ramos though aloud

>It'd better be important
>>Ramos, it's Fletcher from the Meteorological Association


Luke Fletcher had been Ramos' number one campaigner during his election bid. An ex-covert operations specialist man himself, Fletcher prided himself on rising from Private to top of his career. Of course, it helped when Ramos was appointed Prime Minister and gave him a comfy position of the Miricano Meteorology Association. Naturally Fletcher couldn't get stuck with one job and made Ramos give him the position of the Director of External Affairs, the pretty way of saying the Miricano Covert Operations Sector.

>Fletcher! It's nice to hear from you again! I haven't seen or heard from you in weeks?
>> Yeah, I had to direct a couple operations near the Miricanian-Colbentiellian Border.
> I understand. Why did you call?
>> This is two parts, part meteorology and part External Affairs. Can you come down for a moment?
> Sure. I will be right over


Ramos gathered his coat ,briefcase and papers, closed the door behind him, put in his security code to lock the door and walked over to catch the elevator. The MMA main branch office was located on the ground floor, while External Affairs was located in Stanton. Ramos rode the elevator down to the ground floor along with this is security detail. Ramos walked across the marble walkway of the main foyer, with his and his details' footsteps clicking in succinctly with Ramos'. He entered the MMA office through the large glass doors where Fletcher greeted him. The detail stayed outside of the doors, in order to guard the Prime Minister.

>Fletcher! It's good to see you again!
Ramos and Fletcher embrace for a few seconds, until Ramos let go.
>> Ramos. This is important come with me
Ramos followed Fletcher down a corridor to a large open room with computers and large monitors on the wall. Most of the monitors were off, as the workers had gone home for the night, but three of the large screens in the front of the room were still on.
>> Ramos. We have a situation brewing in the Atlantic. And I mean literally.
> I don't understand...
>> There's no easy way to say this....there is a Hurricane heading directly for Port Alexandria
> That... that can't be possible.. Global temperatures have risen too much for a hurricane to develop..
>> And yet it is there, clear as day
Ramos looked at the screen and sure enough, there was a small cluster of white clouds just off the coast of Africa.
> Well... what does it mean.
>>According to the models, the Hurricane will make landfall in about a week and a half at a Category Four, with sustained winds at 140 miles per hour and gusts at 200 mph
> But the budget session is right at that time. For sure that will disrupt it.
>> Yes, and that's the peculiar thing. The conditions are not right for this cluster of storms. The air is too dry, there is too much wind sheer. Nothing seems right.
> So, what are you telling me.
>> This is the External Affairs part. Ramos, I think someone planted these storms.

Ramos gave a hearty laugh at this comment.
> Oh, you were serious. Last time I checked, you can't just grow a hurricane.
>> There is where you are wrong. Have you heard of cloud seeding?
> Yes. It's where a plane, drone of other flying device releases some aerosol of some kind to act as a condensation device for clouds to form and create rain
>> Precisely, however when this is preformed at huge quantities and at different heights in the atmosphere and it is done over warm water, one can induce a hurricane.
> Oh my Gaben. What does this mean
>> A total evacuation of Zones B and C, the lowest parts of the city or activate the city's diversion canals and seawalls. Neither are fool-proof either. And it would also mean all connections into the city would be cut off, the naval barrier around the city would have to be dispersed and the hovercopters would have to be grounded
>A perfect plan to get Port Alexandria at its weakest..
>> Precisely.
> Fletcher. I want you to find out who did this. Is there anyway to stop this?
>> Fortunately we do. Unfortunately, it takes three weeks to work.
> Fine. Let me alert the mayor and media of the development.
>> One more thing Ramos. We have been receiving intel that at the moment, Port Alexandria is filled with other operatives. The Department of External Affairs has kept tabs on the incoming flights and rail links into the city. A man by the name of... Minimus or something to that effect, we don't have the exact name, but he entered the territory about a week ago, and there was a diplomatic seal on his entry card. However, there has been no sign of him since and there is no national delegation going on this week. As well, we have reason to believe that the Colbentiellians are up to something within the city.
> Find them and bring them back alive. We cannot have spies running around the nation. This is a complete compromise of national defense.
>> I know sir, and do not worry, Sous and Ouvre have been sent out.
> Thank you Fletcher. Have a good night.


Ramos walked out of the office with his detail and got into his lime that awaited him. He had so much the think about at the moment.
Hurricanes, spies, new trade deals. What next? I'm just glad I will be able to see my son soon.
The limo dropped him off in Herald Hub and Ramos got on the train to the compound. The blur of Port Alexandria's lights rushed past him as he looked out of his window. The view was so beautiful and combinded with the rocking of the train, Ramos soon fell asleep.[/i]


This is a message from the Miricano Meteorological Association. This is a message from the Miricano Meteorological Association.

At 2300 PATS, a tropical wave was observed of the coast of Africa. This wave is currently tracking west at 15 miles per hour. However, in the coming days, the wave will turn its course due north northwest toward Port Alexandria. During this time, the wave will develop into a tropical storm and intensive into a hurricane with winds sustained at 150 mph and maximum winds of 200 mph.
We are asking the people of Zones B and C of Port Alexandria begin voluntary evacuations to higher ground and or preparation for the impending storm. Utilities most likely will be knocked out during the storm and having supplies for two or three days is essential.

Thank you.

This is a message from the Miricano Meteorological Association. This is a message from the Miricano Meteorological Association.





OOC: Edited for quality purposes.
Edited by Miricano, Dec 16 2014, 08:18 PM.
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Gamma turned around just in time to see the trap be sprung. Alpha and Beta leapt out of the car and pounced on the target. Delta grabbed him from behind and together they hustled the struggling man to car. Suddenly there was a strange hissing noise, and then the man went limp. A cursory glance told Alpha that the man was dead, probably from cardiac arrest. Experienced in these matters, he merely said, "Kill switch." That cued Sigma, on the rooftop across the street, and Epsilon, controlling ARIS from around the corner, to visually scan the surrounding area for a second operative, the one who would have "flipped the switch."

Throwing the dead man in the car, Alpha, Beta, and Delta jumped in the car and pulled away, bound for another safehouse. Gamma waited on the sidewalk for Epsilon to bring the other car around to pick up him and Sigma. Two minutes after the trap was sprung, there was no sign that any of them were there.

Four Minutes Later
Gamma walked into the safehouse to find Delta lying in the couch, with Alpha helping her to drink a glass of water. Beta was sprawled in a chair across the room with his eyes closed. When Sigma and Epsilon came inside with their equipment, they acquired the same startled expression that Gamma had. Setting the glass of water down, Alpha looked up at them. "By the time we got here, they were both too dizzy to stand. I suspect a contact poison. I seem to be unaffected." Having said that, he promptly collapsed into a coughing fit. With Alpha and Beta both incapacitated, Gamma was the senior operative. Scooping up Delta, he carried her to the car while Sigma and Epsilon helped Alpha and Beta walk to the car. There wasn't enough room for Epsilon in the car, so he waited at the safehouse. On the way to the hospital, Gamma contacted Omicron and had her inform Colbentielle of the situation.

With some skillful driving, Sigma got them to the the nearest medical center in under eight minutes. He waited outside with the others while Gamma rushed in. Moving with a purpose, like he was supposed to be there, he navigated his way through busy hallways. Brushing past a nurse, he palmed her ID card. After a couple of minutes he couldn't afford to have used, he found a staff locker room and used the stolen ID card to gain entry. Finding it deserted, he went to the first locker he saw with "Dr." in front of the name. Using his knife to force the latch, Gamma opened the locker. Inside he found a lab coat and a clipboard; he grabbed both. He threw on the lab coat, affixing the stolen ID to the front, with the back of the card showing out. Then he rushed back into the hallway. It took him more precious time to find hypodermic needles and shots of epinephrine, but he swiped some and ran back to the car. After taking a blood sample from Delta, who seemed to be the worst off, and giving epinephrine shots all around, he rushed back inside.

He stopped at a facility map long enough to find the toxicology lab, and then he jogged his way there. At once he gave the sample to the doctor working the lab, insisting that the sample be tested at once. The doctor seemed ready to question him, but the urgency in Gamma's tone apparently convinced him not to. Hours seemed to pass by as the machine did its thing. Gamma almost shed a tear when he heard Sigma's matter-of-fact voice in his ear, telling him that they'd lost Delta. An interminable amount of time went by before the results were ready. The doctor reached for the printout, but Gamma hit him in the head with the butt of his gun; the man dropped. Snagging the doctor's ID, he read the results as he ran to the dispensary. 97.3% similarity to Black Mamba Venom.

At the dispensary kiosk, Gamma used the doctor's ID to gain access and requested Black Mamba Antivenom. There wasn't any, but the machine recommended another antivenom that would be almost as effective. Grabbing five doses of antivenom, plus a couple more of epinephrine, he headed for the door. He had almost made it outside before Sigma's voice intruded into his ear once again, letting him know that Beta no longer had a pulse. Gamma sprinted the last ten yards to the car. Throwing open the door, he jumped in, injector in hand. Delta and Beta were both clearly gone, but Alpha's labored breath continued. Barely. Gamma administered three doses of antivenom and another one of epinephrine. Time seemed to drag on even more slowly than in the tox lab, with each of Alpha's rattling breaths seeming to take hours to complete. Finally, his breathing stabilized.

Two Hours Later
Gamma and Epsilon examined the captured corpse while Sigma watched over Alpha as he slept. They found the venom device immediately. After examining both the agent himself and his technology, and taking into account the Black Mamba Venom, they concluded that the man was either in the employ of Laurentus States or made to look like he was. They relayed this information to Colbentielle, and recieved word that more operatives were on their way. They were to avoid confrontation until the newcomers' arrival.

Meanwhile, Epsilon had found their likely spymaster, caught by ARIS in its broad sweep. A man who watched things unfold from a distance, then turned and walked away when the target was dead. The image of his face wasn't clear, but his features were discernible enough. Gamma committed the face to memory, and fervently hoped he'd see the man again.
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Maximus felt a shiver run down his spine at what he was witnessing. He had been informed that another man from Laurentus States with the name Minimus had entered Miricano about a week ago, and had also been informed that the man could easily be some sort of spy since he disappeared without a trace. This was all thanks to the corruption in Miricano. For the first time that he could remember, he prayed to all the gods and graciously thanked them that he found himself in a country where he could bribe a few corrupt officials to deliver him this type of information.

He knew immediately what he would have to do, since Miricano's intelligence agency had recently received such an upgrade. But even knowing what must be done, he still couldn't completely convince himself to actually do something this batshit-crazy. He took a few minutes to collect himself, then told his team about the plan. As expected, they all vehemently berated him for being the craziest son-of-a-bitch alive, but eventually agreed that they had little choice.

TWO HOURS LATER

Maximus took one more bracing breath, and then charged into the Colbentiellian safehouse with his squad behind him. He had caught them off-guard, and that was a good thing, since this could've gotten very ugly very quickly.

They knocked back the guys at the door, and expertly took their weapons from them. They then proceeded to aim their own weapons at the Colbentiellian agents' heads, but Maximus quickly took off his own weapons and threw them across the room where Aurelius was still being examined.

"Don't shoot. Despite all appearances, we are not here to engage you. We actually come in peace. Hell, you guys would be crazy not to hear us out. I'm sure you're aware of the recent events in the Entente. We are no longer dealing with a weak back-water nation. We are dead if we don't work together, starting right now, to try and get ourselves out of this mess."

He could see that the man he had been assigned to tail earlier wanted nothing more than to shoot him and be done with it, but he could also see his mind working to process the scene in front of him. Maximus prayed that his self-preservation instinct was greater than his desire for revenge...
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Gamma mentally kicked himself. The loss of two team members was no excuse to make rookie mistakes. Forgetting to follow proper security measures certainly qualified as such. But what was done was done, and now this swine was asking for a truce. The man had a point, however. Miricano's overhauled intelligence agency was now a major threat.

"Maximus." Gamma spit out the name, matching the face with the proper name from his Laurentus States dossier, which Omicron had sent over five minutes before the door was broken down. Maximus seemed startled that Gamma knew his name, but only for a moment. Gamma was just as surprised that someone so important would be on such a dangerous assignment.

"Forgive me if I don't relinquish my weapons to you, as you have been so kind to do." The surprised look on the face of the operative holding Gamma's gun gave him a small degree of satisfaction. "As a sign of good faith, I will, however, warn you of the nerve gas in the air vents. My colleagues are watching these proceedings from a separate location," he said, indicating a minuscule camera inside a ceiling light fixture. "If things don't appear to be going the right way, a mere press of a button on that end can seal the room and have us all breathing synthesized saxitoxin. We don't want that, now do we?" Gamma couldn't help the feeling of amusement that came over him as he watched a Laurentian agent notice the recessed steel slab in the upper portion of the frame of the main door.

"I'll admit, had you been here to kill us, my only regret would have been not getting to witness your slow and calm death, beating at the steel sealing you in as you were slowly but surely relaxed to death." He paused, willing himself to adopt a less hostile attitude. "But you have a fair point. What do you have to offer, and what do you want in return?"
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"Well. Thank you for that warning. Let me get straight to the point. What happened earlier was unfortunate, and I'm not going to apologise or justify what I had to do. You live in the same world I do. If you had known that Miricano was about to annex the entire Entente, you would have shot my agent the moment he came around the corner. So don't pretend to hold some sort of moral high ground. You were about to spring a trap for my agent, and who knows what you would have done if you could capture him alive. We had every intention of just tailing you, and you forced our hands with your trap.

"Now back to the issue at hand. I know two of your agents didn't make it. We already know one of them did make it, since we watched all the hospitals near here, knowing you would turn up there hoping to find an anti-venom. That doctor you knocked out is one of our informants, in fact, and a passing "patient" planted a bug on you that allowed us to record everything that happened in this room. I'm glad your agent made it, and also glad that reinforcements are on their way. With luck, they made it across the border before this recent tightening of Port Alexandria's security.

"Now as to what I want, and what we will give in return: I want -- nay, I need you to co-operate with me and my team to get us the hell out of Miricano. If we team up, even Miricano's security agencies don't stand much of a chance of preventing us from leaving the country. We offer all our technology that we brought with us, which is quite a bit more advanced than anything you or Miricano have at your disposal. We simply need your numbers and eyes in the sky to work as one with us and cross the border into Colbentielle. More permanent deals between our countries can then be worked out, but the important thing right now is for both of us to get out of here alive. A hurricane is headed here, so if we could stay low until it hits, we could try to escape then.

"Besides, Ramos will have more pressing things on his mind when he finds out his son has been kidnapped by a terrorist organisation."
Edited by Laurentus, Dec 16 2014, 11:56 PM.
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Between The United Capital Territory of Port Alexandria and The Southern State of Marcanza
0030 EST -- Prime Minister Ramos' Private Train
Destination: Fort Bragg, The Southern State of Marcanza -- Private Residence of the Prime Minister
ETA: 20 minutes



Ramos looked out of the window of his train as it traversed the open seas of the Atlantic. Soon he was going to be with Roen.
I really need to pay more attention to him. I think I might take the day off on Friday. I deserve it, and Roen definitely deserves it.

Ramos was awakened from his thoughts from a call on his phone
Another office call. Can't catch a break... Ramos muttered under his breath.

>This is Ramos
>>Ramos, turn to MNN. Now.
> Fletcher, it's half past midnight. Can't this wait until the morning.
>>Ramos. Now.
>Jeez, fine

Ramos held the phone in his hand while flipping to MNN.


Miricano News Network -- Breaking News

Hello, this is Lawrence Jennifer, coming to you outside of the Candicilar. If you are just joining us, we have breaking news.
Roen Ramos, the son of Prime Minister Jose Ramos has been abducted from Fort Bragg, the residence of the Prime Minister.
Just moments ago, an unnamed terorristic group has claimed responsibility for the kidnapping. A video has surfaced showing Roen, blindfolded, crying for his father. We will keep you updated and our hearts go out to the Prime Minister.



By the end of the newscast, Ramos was crumpled up in the seat, with rivers running down his face. His own flesh and blood, touched, abused, handled by some unknown group.
He's only five. What could they want with him...

Ramos gathered his composure and with an icy steel manner, got back on the phone
>So, what do we do
>> Well. We don't know who did this, as of yet, but as soon as we find out
> I want it done now.
>> External Affairs officers are already on their way to the office now.
> Any new intelligence at the moment?
>> Yes. We did find the Minimus guy. He was on a train heading for Dustigan City
> Was he the spy?
>> After interrogation, we found out he was here to hire some -ahem- prostitutes. He was not our spy.
> So they are still at large in Port Alexandria
>> It seems so.
> I want you to make three, five men special ops teams. Put one in Port Alexandria, One on the Colbenteillian-Miricanian Border and one on the next flight to Luminera. I need eyes on those Laurentians constantly. Ever since the penguin sale, they have been acting very strange.
>> I can get them all ready in the next couple hours and shipped out by noon. I personally will lead the Laurentian mission.
> Thank you. I truly mean it. Do everything to get my son back. Nothing is off limits. Whatever it takes. As well, I will be instituting Protocols - B and C tonight.
>> Ramos, isn't it a bit premature to do that. We don't know where these people are.
> My son was just taken from me. Was that too premature?
>> No but, we don't want to act irrational here
> I understand your concern, but frankly, it is none of your business.
>> Listen Ramos. I'm your best friend. I was the third person to hold Roen when he was born. He is practically my flesh and blood too. But doing this, it isn't going to help or bring him back

Ramos' eyes swelled with tears as he though of foreigners taking his son away from him
With a catch in his throat, Ramos replied "But it just might"
>> Then I will alert General Talbott and Mayor Richardson.
> Thank you



Your regularly scheduled program is being interrupted for a speech from an emergency speech from the Prime Minister. Please Stand By.
0200 AM


Hello citizens of the Entente. I know you have heard about the recent events that have gone on in Fort Bragg. Let me tell you, the Entente will not cease until we find my son and he has returned. In light of recent events, I, with the approval of the Majority Leader and my party, have initiated Protocols B and C which respectively activate the state militia and as well the Secondary Battalion and as well break up the Entente and make the separate states into the single country of Miricano, in the name of efficiency and the budget. Everything will still be the same. We will still fly the same flag.

I also want to state that Mayor Richardson has issued a State of Emergency for Port Alexandria, which immediately breaks up the current police strike in Port Alexandria, until further notice.
At this current time, the Port Alexandria Police Department presence is going to be tripled and posted around the entire city. If you are asked to produce your national ID card, please cooperate with the officer. All citizens that observe suspicious behavior, please immediately notify your nearest police officer.
This is for your safety and protection. The State of Emergency means that the evacuation of Zones B and C of Port Alexandria, the lowest lying areas, will begin promptly at 9:00 AM PATS in order to prepare for the impending hurricane. These five million people will be either moved to high ground or to Stanton, in order to ride out the storm. No citizen will be allowed to leave the island without their citizenship ID card that matches their picture.

Finally, I wand to address not only my son's kidnappers, but as well, all supposed spies or foreign personnel within the country. Your days in Miricano are numbered. The people of Miricano will not be bullied, nor intimidated. We are strong, we are one, we are Miricano. When we find you, you will be eliminated. No discussion. You have messed with Miricano, and you will regret it.
To my people. Thank you for you support. Your kind words have really helped helped me in this immediate time of crisis. Thank you.



0215 EST -- Just outside Fort Bragg
C'mon Aragonn. Answer your damn communicator...
The call kept beeping, meaning the Jarl was either asleep or dead, though at this point, he could care less. The Jarl could have protected his son, but no.
Now Roen was gone, because of one man.
The call stopped beeping and a voice came on the other line. It was time to confront the Jarl, personally


McLauder Aerobase -- 15 miles south of Port Alexandria
0500 PATS


Fletcher stood in front of his 5 man team.
Men, we are going to go deep into the unknown. We aren't here to gossip about what happened. We are here to find out the truth about Roen. We are here to bring him back to his father and bring justice to those who have wrong us. By any means necessary.
Special Ops, move out.


The team got on the jet and began the long flight to the Vanaheim Province of Aesir. It was the closest to Laurentus States, and easiest to get to.
Fletcher examined his new issued Banshee Aggregrated Rifle. With it's sleek design, large magazine and special feature, the gun just felt right to him.
He looked at his issued diplomatic ID card that would allow him into Laurentus States, without problem. It was a long time since he had really been back in the field, but it was going to be worth it. This work had to be done. No one messed with his nephew and certainly his best friend. Fletcher put his head back on the rest. It was going to be long flight.
Edited by Miricano, Dec 17 2014, 07:28 PM.
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"I have no intentions of claiming moral superiority. There's no such thing in the world of espionage. But kidnapping a child? If things weren't so desperate at the moment, I'd probably refuse to work with you at all and take my chances. If anything happens to the child, I still might."

"You're good, I'll give you that. But you're right. You'd never make it out of here on your own. I'm not even sure we'd be able to. So you have your truce." Gamma began walking towards the couch, ignoring the nervous looks he received from the Laurentians.

"'The enemy of my enemy is my friend.' Together, we shall find out how true that maxim is." At that point, Gamma gestured for Maximus to sit down. Maximus signaled his men to stand down and sat in the chair across from Gamma. Gamma poured himself some of the coffee that was out on the table, pushed a mug towards Maximus, and then took a long sip from his own. Setting it down, he said, "Let's talk."

Before Maximus could open his mouth, Epsilon interrupted. "Gamma. It's Omicron. She says you two need to hear this yourself." He grabbed a datapad from where it was lying and turned it on. Setting it on the table, he opened the file from Omicron. "She says that this aired five minutes ago," he explained, beginning the video. All of the intelligence operatives, Laurentian and Colbentiellian alike, gathered around the table to watch the Prime Minister's speech. They sat in silence for a full minute after it ended. "Well." Gamma broke the silence. "I believe we have some business to discuss."
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Aragonn was still angry and frustrated at the loss of Roen. That boy didn't deserve any of this! Why did he have to be taken?! Aragonn was using a nearby tree as a punching bag, punching and kicking it, splintering it bit by bit as he did so.

His wrist communicator started beeping, indicating that a call was coming in. The beeping just annoyed him, making him gradually hit harder and faster as he got more annoyed with the beeping until finally hitting the tree as hard as he could with an ear-deafening cry of anger, knocking it down.

He then answered the call, pissed off and frustrated. "What do you want?!"
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